I'm Unpredictable

Somebody give Jamie Foxx my phone number please.....

For those who missed the NBC special last night, don't feel bad it comes on again on Friday.

That man is fine as hell! He definitely has come a long way from those "Ugly Wanda" days. He just seems like a sweetheart. You know, somebody you can just talk to and tell all your problems to and kiss him after you finish, then start feeling on his booty.......

Okay, I got a little carried away, but y'all know what I mean.

Don't have much to blog about these days. I'm still working, still Black, still breathing (thank you Lord), and Peanut is still Peanut.

One exception is, I'm back with SDR.

For those who don't visit my blog, SDR is Sperm Donor Renamed. Don't look all shocked. It was bound to happen. I mean he bought me a microwave for my birthday..

Negro Please.....

I was having a fellow debate with a coworker about Martin Luther King today. He basically was telling me that MLK should be held in the same league with Jesus.

No this negro didn't...

Yes, he did and not only was he trying to convince otherwise, but he felt so passionate about his argument that when I failed to see the logic he walked on the conversation.

Has this boy been smoking some major blow or what?

How dare you even put King in the same league with Jesus. With the argument aside about what his facial features are - truly, he was a man that no living human can even come close to. Why? Because he's perfect, humans are not.

I know he's going with the argument that they both gave their lives, only one problem though, Jesus gave his so his Father wouldn't destroy the world, which means that Milk Jr. was only here through the graciousness of my Lord and Savior. Now don't get me wrong, I sincerely appreciate MLK Jr. doing what he did, however, he was not instrumental in the fight for Civil Rights. There were several others who weren't as well known who died for the reasons that he did. I have always thought it unfair that out of all of the people who died in the struggle, he was the only person who gets the national holiday (that isn't recognized by most corporate American companies by the way). What about Rosa Parks Day or better yet, Four Little Girls Who Died in a Birmingham Church Day?

Then what about King's own family? Fighting like some little bitches over who gets to play big man over their father's legacy? If anything they have all but destroyed what this man worked to get because of their retarded asses.

Don't get me wrong, I appreciate what MLK Jr. did, but the two truths are:
1. He isn't in the same category as Jesus
2. He wasn't the only Civil Rights leader who fought for what's right

With that being said, I'm done.

Happy New Year Suckas!

I'm fresh off of my holiday vacation and man I must say...

Damn, don't I have some more vacation time coming up?

Actually, I do, but I don't want to be a vacation whore so I'll free up some time for the other su....I mean other employees to take.

My Krimas (Christmas for the ghetto illiterate) was alright. I finally got a robe and slippers. No, people seriously I asked for the robe and slippers. It's colder than mutha in my apartment right after you get out of the shower, even with the heat on. Shit, a sista can finally feel all warm and fuzzy. I was able to get my Peanut pretty much everything she wanted for Christmas except for, hold your breath.

That damn Dora the Explorer doll!

Now check this, I got the talking dollhouse complete with the one sofa. Yes, a sofa! One measley sofa! It doesn't matter that you paid $50 for the damn house, you just gone get that one damn sofa. Oh, yeah you do get the mama, daddy, and Dora but damn one sofa? All them folks can't fit on that tiny ass sofa!

Okay, back to the story at hand.

Anyway, being the perfectionist that I am when it comes to my Peanut, I decided that she should have the dancing Dora doll that every store seemed to be out of stock of, although there were plenty of the dress up adventure Dora dolls. So, a couple of days before Christmas, I said fuck it (yeah, I said fuck it) and broke down and was going to get the dress up adventure doll, I wasn't going to like it, but I eventually realized that Peanut wasn't going to give a damn, it was me, the crazed mommy, that was concerned about which Dora doll she got to play with. Well, supply and demand pretty much beat me to the punch, because there were no more dolls left.

None
"El zippo!" as Dora would probably say

I thought I'd take my chances and ask the sales people at each of the stores that I went to if maybe, just maybe they had some in stock. So, I asked...

They looked at me as if they wanted laugh in my face and say "damn, are you dumb or what? Don't you know that EVERYBODY'S child wanted that doll and we don't have anymore you dumb hoe?"

Yeah, folks it felt just like that.

So anyway, Peanut went without Dora for Christmas, but she had the house and the smaller Dora doll and her mama and daddy and the one damn sofa. She got a whole lot of other stuff too people, but I was really hot about not getting her Dora doll. Luckily for me, she's a very forgiving child.

New Year's on the other hand sucked.

I was sick with a stomach virus, however, my entire family, wanted me to take a pregnancy test because they swore up and down that I was knocked up. My mama withheld Immodium AD from me y'all because of her suspicion. That's messed up man.

Anyway, time to get back to work....I'll holla.