What The Hell?

Alright, I had something important to say, but I've forgotten about it, so I'll just talk about some random junk.

I have been talking about how sweet and intellectual a certain person has been, but I found out Friday that he's an asshole just like every other dude that I've met. The guy that shares the same name as my sperm donor is a condescending little punk who nearly got his ass whooped on Friday. As you all already know, I'm a lowly security officer. On Friday, I had my first real emergency. The fire alarm on my floor went off. Being unconcerned and frankly, just damn tired, I didn't do much. I called downstairs to the building security's desk and asked what was going on. The smart ass security officer on the other end retorted: "you tell me, the alarm is coming from your floor". Being that I was already not giving a damn, that negro should've been glad that I didn't cuss his ass out mercilessly. Anyway, I maintained and went about my business. I was chatting with little punk ass, as he is known to me now, when the alarm went off. He came up front and we went about the premises to investigate the possible cause of the alarm being set off. I don't even remember what we were talking about, but I do remember talking to me in such a condescending manner, that I was immediately pissed off. I proceeded to go off on his ass and then went about my business. You would think that after my little tirade that he would back the fornication under the consent of the king off..NOOOOOO! He keeps on talking shit. So by this time, I'm ready to drop his ass over the rails and watch his little puny ass fall to the ground. In a couple of minutes the alarm finally shuts off and everything is copasetic and stuff. I'm back at the desk listening my Launch radio, when this fools comes up to my desk and strikes up a conversation. I told him how I felt about the shit that he pulled today and he then says: "that I'm always starting with him". What the hell ever! Negro, I don't even talk to your ass. You struck up the conversation with my ass. I could give a damn about you, I'm trying to holla at XTC anyways. Anyway, needless to say, he doesn't like me anymore. Ask me if I give a damn tomorrow. Well, I can give you answer ret nah (in the words of my dear grandmama). In the immortal words of Miss Sophia of 'Color Purple' fame, HELL NAW!

In other news today, I went to Victoria Secretions (yes, I meant to spell it like that) and purchased me some real nice and sexy draws! I was so excited about them I showed to my mama. I don't remember if she said she liked them or not, but she did ask me if I got the right size. People always think that big guls can't wear sexy draws and stuff. I'm too sexy for my Hanes Her Way bloomers, I've got to step up my game. Besides, I'm slowly but surely getting my ass back! Anyway, I'm about to go study some chemistry. Maybe in a few months, I'll be making some chemistry of my own with 'ol sexy man. Let me stop, that nigga is a straight dog. I was talking with one the janitors in the building and he told me that he was a dog. I asked him how he knew and he said "You talking to an old dog. An old dog can spot a new one." I'll take his word for it. I mean old boy is a drummer in a jazz band, so I know that he has a Marta bus full of groupies trying to get some free drinks at the clubs they're playing at. Anyway, I'm done, until the next time........