Mindless Banter

Let's give it up to the niggas who on lockdown and can still use the phone (Okay, if you was one of the twelve folks who watched the FX movie Redemption last Sunday, then you know what I'm talking about).

Good news, I finally quit that soul draining job of mine. Due to my inability to find a way to work until the insurance company finally gets me a rental car and getting a better job, I just said fuck it. I came in on Wednesday and told Tubby (my former supervisor) that I'm leaving. I didn't write a letter or nothing, I just quit. I told him I would finish out the week, but after that, I ain't coming back. Do you know this muthasucka goes "It's probably for the best" Whatever, fat ass bastard. He just doesn't know, if my hand wasn't so numb, I would've clocked his ass. He then says, "Don't tell anybody that you're leaving because I don't want anybody to know about my guards" What the fuck ever, you just want the opportunity to tell people that you fired me, well news flash, I already told err'body I was quitting because I found another job. OOOOOHHHH I hate him! That's why you'll still be a fat ass security officer who wears cheap ass stankin cologne. I hope somebody whoops his ass. For a dollar, I will poot in his face.

In other news, my car was totaled out. I wanted to cry. I loved that car man. Shamrock (that was her name) got me to my classes at West Georgia and work and to my mama's house when I was in labor with my Peanut (most women in labor go to the hospital, I go to my mama's house). I loved her so much. She wasn't a luxury car by no means. Just a plain 'ol Mercury Tracer LS with Child safety locks that I adored. She was a good car. Rest in peace baby, you'll always be number one in my book.

The adjuster from Allstate called me Wednesday trying to twist shit around. He was asking me more questions about that bitch ass soccer mom's car than my own. I asked me what kind of damage was done to her car. I told him I didn't really remember. He then goes on to ask me "Did you close your eyes?" He was basically trying to make me accept responsibility for the accident. I lost it. I went off on his punk ass before I knew it. I told him I didn't care what happened to her car. She hit me. I have a police report and two witnesses that say the same thing so you can kiss my ass. Well, after all of that, he asks me about my car, just verifying shit. I guess it amazes people that I knew my license number verbatim. Hell, when you've had a car for five years, you tend to know those things. Perhaps the most interesting thing the asshold adjuster asked me about my car was if it was red. Hmmm, that would sum up the issue of the dumb ass soccer swearing the light was green, because my car isn't red, it's green. I rest my case.

Enough about depressing shit. For once I get to watch ER. Wooohooo! Dr. Carter, Dr. Gallant, and Dr. Pratt, it's on again. Damn, I love that show. It's the soap opera for future doctors such as myself. Of course we know that shit ain't even remotely close to what goes on in a real ER. Believe me, I'm not even a doctor yet, but I've spent more than my share of time in an ER to tell you.

Oh well, enough already. Until the next time.........

Fuck Soccer Moms

My dear and loyal readers, I was a victim of a head on collision yesterday evening.

I was on my way to the place where I make meager earnings or work as it is known by the masses. I had just exited off of the expressway when this bitch ran the red the light and smashed into my car. After recovering from the initial impact (that was so hard it knocked my glasses off and caused the airbags to deploy), I immediately began to do the self inventory check, you know make sure my ass wasn't grass. While all of this was going on, there were two guys who had pulled over to make sure all was copasetic and stuff who called the police. These two gentlemen also witnessed the whole thing (thank God!) and were able to vouch for my side of the story. The soccer mom on the other hand was about to catch a hot one. This bitch's car rolled over and she was on the fucking phone! I believe in my heart of hearts that she on the phone and the first place and wasn't paying any attention and ran the light, but anyway that's another story. Anyway, she finally got out of the car and walked up to where I was and I immediately scream at her "where were you trying to get to in a such hurry?!!" This spaced out bitch goes, "the light was green". Me and the two dudes just look at each other like "this bitch ain't for real is she?" I'm like fuck it, I'm not about to go to jail for whooping this hoe's ass so I just turned and walked away.

Finally the police arrive and try to stabilize shit. He took one look at me and then at the bitch and goes, "I think I know what happened, but you tell me your story anyway." I don't know if he was trying to say that I ran the light or what but, I didn't give a damn, because I had two witnesses that said otherwise, but anyway I gave him my account and he spoke with the witnesses. So, I was just standing around just waiting for the rest of the shit to go down. The officer was nice enough to let me use his cell phone to call my sister to come pick me up because my Nokia was fucked up. Anyway, after it was all said and done, the bitch was cited. Of course we then had to do the customary exchage information bit. She comes up to me and goes "I'm sorry, I really thought the light was green, I'm sorry we had to meet like this." I'm like "yeah, yeah, sure, sure bitch". She continues saying something about two witnesses saw something else, hell I don't remember and I don't even care. I gave her my information and turned and got into my sister's car.

As the night went on, I became angry and angrier. Here I am, a single mom trying to do the best that I can. That car was my only means of transportation to get to this p.o.s. job and here it is she probably has five cars to choose from and a husband that takes care of her every whim and shit. She's nothing but an Alpharetta soccer mom. 'Ol bitch! Why does shit like this always happen to me? It doesn't even matter, I know something big is about to happen.

As of now, I just received word that I got a job. A good ass paying job, not a security officer job. A project coordinator position with a Japanese freight and shipping company.

God is good all the time.

I'm going to go cry tears of joy. My months of suffering are about to end. Amen

Random Fo' Shizzle

Am I the only person who's tired of seeing Fiddy Cent with his shirt off in every video?

Anyway, this post is sheer randomness because I'm at work and y'all know I don't have shit to do. I promise y'all once I get a real job, I'm gonna stop posting so much. I know y'all ain't interested in what I got to say *wipes away tear*.

On the real though, I'm hungry and I don't have any money, but I do have a Paypal account now, so y'all send me some money for some lunch or something. Puhleeze?

I finally learned a technique to twisting my locs that will actually work. I tried it last night while I was looking at the computer terminal. Man, it looks like I paid somebody to twist them for me. If you have locs and you want someone to maintenance them for you for a reasonable price, don't call me because I'm gone charge a whole lotta money because I need every penny I can get so I can get my house.

I hate trees and the pollen grains they spew. They're fucking up my positive outlook on life.

Me and my friend Sylvester yesterday did a spoken word interpretation of different parts of the Bible last night. Do you think we're going to go to hell because of it?

Speaking of Sylvester, I would really like to get to know him better, but since he has feasted upon one of my friends, it really has changed things. I mean both of them said it meant nothing to them, but even if I did hook up with him, everytime I would kiss him, I would taste my friend. YUCK!

My baby has an abnormally large booty to be a one year old. Everybody's always talking about it. That makes me very uncomfortable.

Oh well, I'm going to go now, I promise there won't be another random post like this.

Until the next time............

Man, I'm gone kill 'em all

How about this, I had a paper, wait, a long ass 13 page case study to turn into my intro to the allied healthcare environment professor. Now I misread the instructions, where it said you must turn in a hard copy and sent the paper as an attachment. He sends back an email talking about it must be handed in as a hard copy. Now, okay granted that's what you may want, but muthafucka I'm at work and nowhere near gah damn Clayton State College. What's so fuckin hard about printing off the damn paper? The hardcopy will look the exact same way as the damn attachment. OOOHHHHH! I could just kill! I bet it just makes him feel all scholarly to tell me that he won't accept my paper as an attachment. Oh fuckin well, he's going to have to accept it this time ol' pale, red-head bastard.

In other news, most people who have real jobs are at work in the morning, unfortunately, I'm not one of those people. Anyway, they broadcast the Cunnilingus Rice hearing on Senate Hill this morning. Now, I must preface this by saying, I don't like Cunni or the facist, capitalist, racist, hell all the ist's, muthafucka named B.ush that she works for, but she has a right to spew her lies uninterrupted. That pork rind eating, bad haircut sucka named Bob Kerry, really got on my nerves. He'd ask a question and when she tried to answer, he'd interrupt her. Now, this is the time when I will say that Cunni held her shit down! She didn't blink an eye, roll her neck, or snap her fingers and cuss Kerry's rude ass out everytime he didid that shit. WAY TO GO CUNNI! Don't give that nigga the time of day. She represented for the powerful Black women all around. I must say I truly admired her today, so much so, that I'm going to stop calling her Cunnilingus Rice and just call her Condo. Now I hope that when they finally get to Bush's ol lying ass's hearing, that they will televise that too. Hell, I know they're about to snag Powell's Jamaican ass. Boy, they better not push to hard or else he's gonna have his boys from Kingston come and fuck them up. "Looka heere mistuh Kurry, yo nee to seize and suckle you bombaclod" Hell, Idon't know how to write with a Jamaican accent, somebody help me out.

Aight, I gotta go, until the next time................

Damn Spelman!!

With all due respect, if I insult a Spelman student or alum, I don't give a damn.

I just read on ajc.com about Spelman students staging a protest against Nelly, who was supposed to attend an event on campus to raise the awareness of the need for blood marrow donations among Blacks. Now, I don't even like Nelly and I haven't seen this Tip Drill video that is degrading to Black women. However, I do know this, if this man is trying to raise awareness and get people to sign up to donate blood marrow, then they should shut the fuck up. Half of the girls at Spelman dance at the Blue Flame and Magic City anyway. How about this, most of those girls at Spelman wear shit that people might mistake them as a hoe. So before y'all start protesting against Nelly, take a look at your own campus. I don't agree with Nelly or any other rapper degrading women in their music or videos, but when they are trying to do something good, I can look past that and see the real issue at hand. This man's sister is dying from leukemia and he's trying to do something to help her and I think that's admirable.

I say to those Spelman women who feel the way they way they do, choose your battles carefully. Yes, protest against the degradation of women in society as a whole. Don't just target rappers, target all artists including women. We need to stand up for our livelihood, but not at the expense of a person's life. The unfortunate thing is that many young adults listen to this dude and if he's trying to do the right thing, then let him reach and touch as many people as he can.

I'm done now, I just had to get that out there. As far as I go, I will be donating some marrow. Although, I know it's not the most pleasant experience in the world, I've gone through child labor, so I can deal with anything.