I’m sitting on the couch, pretending to be busy, while she’s at her desk working. She doesn’t know that I’m watching, but I am. To you, this may not be exciting, but I’m having a great time. She’s not even paying attention to me right now, but that’s okay. Just being in the same room as her is all I need.
…for me to finally give up on being an Oakland Raider fan. I’ve tried to stick it out through the hard times, but damn, the things that are going on these days have my head spinning. Since playing in the Super Bowl in 2002, they have a record of 24-72, yet I’m still around. Signing players to ridiculous contracts when they didn’t deserve it, while letting real talent get away, I’m still around. The shenanigans of this past weekend have them down to their last strike. If they don’t have a decent season this year, I’m done. Jumping on the first bandwagon that has enough room for me to ride. At least I still have the Lakers.
I remember these days vividly 🙂
I really do. It’s to the point where I’m just a mindless drone for 8 hours a day. I show up at 8, then just zone out until around 3, when I then think to myself, “this is gonna be the longest 90 minutes of my life”. Not even realizing that I said the same thing at the same time yesterday…and the day before, and the day before that. It’s kinda like that Bill Murray movie Groundhog Day, except I don’t get to flip out and start doing what I want, when I want, without repercussions. Instead, I have to do little things that no one knows about for my own little giggles. Childish ? Yes, but it’s all I have right now. Making things worse, I feel stuck because there are very few opportunities available right now, and with almost 700,000 people being laid off/fired in February alone, competition for those few spots is ridiculous. So, do I: A. Go back to slangin dope, or should I B. Maintain and try to cope? Ok, so I never really pushed weight, but the way things are going right now, I may have to resort to doing something I really don’t want just to escape…nah, never that. The key is to stay focused, and to not allow these small bumps to control me.
“If we are facing in the right direction, all we have to do is keep on walking.”
Sadly, this is a representation of waaaaay too many people in this country. But that’s another rant for tomorrow.
Finally got fed up with Blogger and made the switch, so this is where you’ll find me from now on. Update your links.
Apparently, you can’t put links from your competitors in posts, so, type the same url in your browser and replace blogspot with wordpress. It even looks the same, on some parallel universe shit.
First of all, I’m willing to bet it was inspired by a true story that went a little something like this. Hit it. So, Mike is at the club chillin with Brooke Shields, trying to get his white girl game up when Billie Jean, this girl from Inglewood that he smashed a while back runs up on him in between sips of Bacardi. You know that had to be an awkward situation. He’s trying to have a good time and some broad comes out of nowhere just throwing his ass under the bus “Girrrrrrl, I was with this nigga for about 4 months, then he just up and disappears. Changed his phone number, moved out of his house…we used to stay in the club every night til about 3 in the mornin’ drinking Wild Irish Rose, and sweating my perm out on the dance floor. Then he pulls a Harry Houdini. Gone. Next thing I know, I see him dancing in Pepsi commercials and shit…but I got you now nigga, look at this picture, tell me that ain’t his baby. Look at them eyes…” Hell, the story was so convincing, that even Mike was thinking it might be his for a second. Then he fell back into playa mode and spit some game that only Suga Free would say. “Man, I don’t even know this bitch, she crazy. Hee hee.” That was how Quincy Jones originally wrote the hook, but they had to change it to get radio spins. People weren’t quite ready for that back in ’82, so it became what we all know today, “Billie Jean is not my lover…”. I’m trying to get in touch with Emmanuel Lewis to confirm my theory. While I do that, listen to it and tell me if I’m wrong.
This nigga right here…is this new spokesman for this blog. Hands down. My dude got disqualified for taking too much time during an injury stoppage. Then in flash, he kicks the judge in the head. I feel like doing this shit at work all the time. The Olympics have been GREAT when it comes to this kinda stuff, as referenced by a previous post. Anyway, I’m going to ESPN Zone to watch some more of these shenanigans.
No place on this earth should be this hot. It’s just a little past noon, and it’s already 98 degrees. Everyday between May and October for the past 2 summers, I’ve contemplated moving back to L.A., cause this shit is bananas, b-a-n-a-n-a-s. That was hella corny, I know. :-p The fact that I can leave a spot at 3 in the morning and the heat is still above what the highs in a lot of cities are gonna reach at 2pm really bothers me. Even though I spend 98% of my time indoors with a/c, it really sucks when I have to spend that 2% outside…oh well, c’est la vie.