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.
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.
8 months have passed, but here I am again. I know you’ve been wondering what happened, but honestly, nothin. I got bored with this shit, and couldn’t make the effort to sit and type anything out. I even stopped reading blogs, cause a good 90% of it is just recycled stuff that was jacked from the other 10%. Yeah, I said it. So, I’m here to save you all from the repetitive posts that you’ve become accustomed to. I’ll be cleaning up this spot a little over the next couple days, switching up links, changing the layout, and venting on whatever pops into my head. Until then,
My Christmas Mix > Yours
Cherry Chocolate Rain
…that Ashanti sang the national anthem before the Cowboys/Jets game today, and did a great job. A capella, even. I guess there’s one less person I can make fun of for their lack of singing ability. Damn, first the Fat Boys break up, now this.
There is a point to this, trust me.
If you knew that your significant other was a prostitute at some point, would you stay with them ?
And no I’m not trying to turn a ho into a housewife, just a question brought up at work today. Sound off, I’ll give my answer soon.
Yeah, I said it. It’s reached the point of no return. I can no longer support a mediocre product. I took me seeing it in person today to make me realize how far this team has fallen in 5 years. They went from the Super Bowl in 2002 to the shithouse in 2003 and have been there ever since. It’s pathetic. Until some drastic changes are made, they’re dead to me.
So, I’m watching this new Jay-Z video, and i couldn’t help but to laugh. Not at anything in it, but the fact that Memphis Bleek just did one just like it, in the same place…his just looks like the JV version. It’s like Jay told him, “Look, I’m shooting a video here in a couple days…they accidentally delivered one of the cameras a couple days early, here’s 500 dollars for you to shoot yourself a little something. And if you break that camera, it’s your ass”. So, here’s Memphis Bleek f/ Dre “Get Ya Money Up”:
Not bad, but it’s not greatest video in the world. Then in the words Of KanYe West, “…I thought I spazzed, then big brother came through and kicked my ass”. Well, here’s another case of Jay letting them both know who still holds the crown at Roc-A-Fella, Jay-Z “Roc Boys”:
Somewhere, Damon Dash is in a corner crying.
Why did I get my ass grabbed in 3 different clubs in the last night ? If i did something like that, I’m getting slapped and tossed out of the club.
So, the NBA season has started and the Lakers are no better than they were last year at this time. Now that Smush Parker is in Miami ruining their championship dreams, I need a new Laker to focus my hatred on, and that Laker is Kobe Bean Bryant. Yeah, I said it. They’re not gonna get any better with him, cause as everyone knows, nobody wants any of these bums he’s playing with, so bringing in talent is not an option. That means, KB has to go, and I’m not saddened by it at all. If I were laker GM, this team would be top 4 in the Western Conference, easily, but instead they are the 7th, 8th, or 9th team at this point. Bastards. But that’s not stopping me from going to Phoenix to watch them lose to the Suns on Friday night. Maybe we can leave Kobe there and bring back Amare Stoudamire and Shawn Marion ?
As you’re all aware, I haven’t been posting nearly as much as I used to. It’s not that I don’t have anything to say, because I do. It’s just that I couldn’t find the motivation, but after browsing a couple blogs last night, the ideas started flowing again. Not just topics, but some really innovative shit that I hadn’t thought of before. It’s not gonna be done in the next 3 days, so don’t get your “I’m so excited” shirts out of the drawer just yet, but it is gonna happen. You can all start getting your air freshener ready, I have mental diarrhea again.
where Sinbad is, he’s hiding from the IRS.
Now, what’s funny to me isn’t the fact that this was the lead story on latimes.com, but because THIS picture was the one that was used. Of allllll the people on the list, he’s the one they decided to clown…and i love every second of it. Someone in that newsroom has some funny in em. If you want to check the article and see whole else made the list of 250 tax scofflaws, click here: CA tax scofflaws include O.J. Simpson, Dionne Warwick…
Here’s something I was thinking about last night, cause I was trying to figure out what would make this nigga run up in a hotel room with a goon squad…wouldn’t it be funny if O.J. didn’t kill his wife and Ron Goldman ? What if years of having your shit taken, people making fun of you, and your life ruined caused you to finally snap ? A random chain of bad luck events and Murphy’s Law points all of the evidence squarely at you. But for the sake of comedy, let’s just say that it was Pedro Guerrero who did it, but you’ve taken the blame for all these years. That could possibly be enough to make you lose your mind up in here, up in here. You might kick in a door or two. Who knows ? And for my next question…let’s say you’re hanging out in Vegas for a wedding, and at the reception O.J. pulls you to the side and says “Hey cuzz, I need you to roll with me over to Palace Station to pick up some of my stuff”, do you respond with:
A. I would be delighted to help you retrieve your belongings, Orenthal.
B. Nigga, I’m not going anywhere with you.
C. Sure, round up the fellas and we can stop off at Hooters on the way back.
D. Nigga, I’m not going ANYWHERE with you
E. You got gas money ?
It was all good just a week ago, and now you’re facing 11 felonies cause you decided to give this fool a ride. Me personally, I’m not gonna be in any situation involving O.J. Simpson and there’s not at least 47 witnesses. I’m just saying.
Disclaimer: Before anybody gets all nutty on me, I believe that he DID kill Ron Goldman & Nicole Brown
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The first thing I see when I get up this morning:
Simpson Named Suspect in Casino Break-In
LAS VEGAS (AP) — Investigators questioned O.J. Simpson and named him a suspect Friday in a break-in at a casino hotel room involving sports memorabilia.
The break-in was reported at the Palace Station casino late Thursday night, police spokesman Jose Montoya said. He said investigators determined the break-in involved sports collectibles.
“When they talked to him, Simpson made the comment that he believed the memorabilia was his,” Montoya said. “We’re getting conflicting stories from the two sides.”
Simpson was released after he and several associates were questioned, but he is considered a suspect in the case, Montoya said. He is believed to be in Las Vegas.
“We don’t believe he’s going anywhere,” he said.
The Heisman Trophy winner, ex-NFL star and actor lives near Miami and has been a tabloid staple since his ex-wife, Nicole Brown Simpson, and her friend Ron Goldman were killed in 1994. Simpson was acquitted of murder charges, but a jury later held him liable for the killings in a wrongful death lawsuit.
Simpson has had to auction off his sports collectibles, including his Heisman Trophy, to pay some of the $33.5 million judgment awarded to the Goldman family.
On Thursday, the Goldman family published a book about the killings that Simpson had written under the title, “If I Did It.” After a deal for Simpson to publish it fell through, the family bought the rights and retitled the book “If I Did It: The Confessions of a Killer.”
Investigators in the casino case planned to give their report to prosecutors Friday, Montoya said. The district attorney’s office will decide whether to pursue charges.
Simpson had been scheduled to give a deposition Friday in Miami in a bankruptcy case involving his eldest daughter. But it was rescheduled because Simpson had told attorneys that he would be out of town.
Patricia Jones, a woman at the Florida office of Simpson attorney Yale L. Galanter who identified herself as Galanter’s associate, said Galanter was out of town and had been forwarded messages seeking comment.
The Palace Station, an aging property just west of the Las Vegas Strip, is one of several Station Casinos-owned resorts that cater to locals. The 1,000-room hotel-casino, with a 21-story tower and adjacent buildings, opened in 1976.
A company spokeswoman did not immediately return a call for comment.
I’ll add more later