Around this time of year, I had just finished my first 5-month assignment with IPS at Guardian Life, put Westchester and Community Choice behind me, and was facing a questionable future ahead of me. I was working out of my laptop, living alone in my studio next to Yankee Stadium, slowly falling behind on the rent. The Eagles had finally made it to the Super Bowl, and part of me was planning the trip to philly to see the Championship Parade.
What a difference a year has made. Lets look back at the highlights (and low points) 2005 has hit me with, SHALL we?
JANUARY:
After a month of misaps and redtape, my unemployment insurance finally begins, a month late after filing (They make up for it, by sending two big, life saving checks to start me off!).
First thing I did with some of that extra cash, buy a decient PC off craigslist. A Emachines PC and a big ass 20 inch compaq monitor to watch DVD's.
While surfing the web, and taking trash till the Super Bowl, I discover my first blog, "fruit loops and porn" and the concept intrigued me.
I also start IM'ing someone in Syacuse after a chance meeting in a AOL Chatroom.
FEBURARY:
After much thought and reseach, I start my own blog a week before the Super Bowl. Documenting my excitement to the impending victory of the Eagles.
Alas, I am dealt with heartbreak, as the Eagles lose to the Patriots. My dreams shattered, my soul left empty, I have no reason to live anymore.
Reality starts to set it as my back rent problems continue to grow. I pay October's rent in January, November's in Feburary, with no job aspects in sight.
With HER finacial problems on the rise also, MOM considers moving to a rent controlled apartment, only to find it to remote up in the bronx. I start planting the seeds about moving back in with her as a last resort.
After months of chickening out of meetups, I go to my first one and visit the Museaum of Modern Art.
Landlord finally hits me with a disposess, my 2nd, I go to court to stall, the snow helps slow things down as well as I start to possible moving scenarios and gather movie supplies.
With the depression of my situation hitting me hard, I seek some instant "companionship" for the first time ever on craigslist.
One daring friday night I visit an escort for a hour in a hotel downtown. It's the first sexual encounter in over 5 years, I accept what's happening at this time a brace myself for the impeading future.
My Blog attracts attention of my first regular reader, Kimmyk, I in turn frequent her blog "I have no name for this"
MARCH:
My patricular case grants me help from a social service agency that settles things with my Landlord's lawyers (To the best of my knowledge?) and arrainges me to leave my home of five years and move back in with MOM (Oh, the indigity of it all...).
I go on a couple of job interviews with temp agencies and get no results in the process. I check with unemployment, show proof that I'm looking, and start to consider taking Quickbooks classes at CUNY.
I start packing my things in boxes and make arraignments to movie at the end of march.
While mentioning a song by spybreak, I meet my second blogger friend, firestarter5.
MOBY's latest album, "Hotel" comes out, I find out he's touring again and inform my cousin. She ends up seeing him perform live down in virginia thanks to me.
My Quickbooks deposit it returned after the class is canceled due to low registration.
APRIL:
I move back in with MOM, life as I know it, is over, once again I have no reason to live, but yet...I continute to.
Salvation finally arrives when IPS calls me again to work out at their corporate office in Seacacus, New Jersey while they set up the next New York assignment.
I start discovering other blogs to read on a daily basis, soon, i'm reading more than 10 different blogs a week.
I discover my 3rd blogger friend, LadyLongFellow, she however does not discover who I am until a month later.
A new reader discovers me through Kimmyk's Blog, LadyRedRyder.
I miss Moby performing at Webster Hall due to my procratination.
I mourn the day of the car accident by not blogging for a week or so.
I finally get a DVD Burner for my PC, my PS2 finally dies on me, I give it JOE. I start copying DVD movies and making my own DVDs of downloaded TV shows.
Mitch Hedberg dies (don't find out till the middle of MAY) days after peforming at "Carolines" in New York.
MAY:
I start working at the UN Building, the security is tight, I procceed to stop wearing a belt and carry all metal objects in a gay-ish see through pink plastic purse pouch.
"Jack & Bobby" gets cancelled.
MOM starts spending money like a ghetto princess, making trips abd buying new bedroom funiture.
JOE fronts on me and I see "Episode III" by myself.
I try to meet more people by joining the Bowling Meetup.com Group. I attend one meetup during this month and then got kicked out in November when I don't attend another one after 60 days.
JUNE:
I discover a great blog called "overheard in New York". It was recommended to me by kimmyk.
MOM goes on her first of many trips this year (okay, only FOUR, but damn!) as she flies over to Vegas.
In a febble attempt to be bad, I try to smoke a cigarette for the first time, only to get foiled by my idiot sister stopping by.
I visit my grandfather's grave alone for father's day, another year goes by that mom fails to bring ALL of us to pay our respects.
I see Dave Brubeck for the 4th time (3rd at Carnigie Hall) at the latest JVC Jazz Fesitval.
SONY releases their answer to the Game Boy with the PlayStation Portable or PSP for short, the device is short from incredible with it's awesome capabilities. But at a hefty price tag (249.99) hesitation sinks in.
JULY:
Temptation get the best of me as my lust for the PSP causes me to find a deal on craigslist. After a week or so, I succeed in buying one for 224.00.
Then in a suprise twist, I actually WIN a PSP from McDonnald's through their online PSP giveaway contest! It is the first time winning a contest in any sort!
I join a PSP meetup group and socialize a bit more than usual. Between my other usual meetup group taking me on a circle line trip, and the PSP gamers, the summer was pretty cool for making friends.
I make a deal with JOE to sell him my extra PSP at a decient price once I get the one I won from McDonnalds.
I start getting my TV Script out in the world again by entering it in two new screenwriter contests.
AUGUST:
I start thinking about plans for my 30th Birthday coming up. I asks Auntee Tina if I could visit her down in VA and she agrees.
I start working on the TV show scripts again, completing a few episodes. I consider making a Blog dedicated to just my concept, and the show itself.
After three months of dial-up, MOM finally agrees to let me have broadband service!
MOM goes on her second trip of the year to go to a wedding in Ohio.
I miss JOE's 30th Birthday party, as well as my niece's 7th Birthday party waiting for the cable guy to install my connection. JOE's wife has yet another reasond to hate my guts, now.
SEPTEMBER:
As the UN assignment appears to come to an end right around the time of it's 60 Anniversarry...we get a extra extension that makes us endure SUPER security measures!
Football season starts again, The Eagles lose to the Falcons in the season opener, thus jinxing the entire season, and dooming us to fail.
I head down to VA to spend my 30th Birthday out of the city to think about life and what am I gonna do now that it's halfway done?...I ultimately get no answer and just teach my aunt how to download and burn movies.
When I come back, I pretty much get stiffed in the birthday gift department, so I treat myself to a 5 disc changing DVD player (No more looking at DVD's on the PC!).
My PSP from McDonnald's finally arrives and I sell my first one to JOE, the cheap asswipe haggles me on the price and takes a period of 3 months before he finally pays it off. By the time I recieve the last payment I have NO CLUE how much he actually gave me in total for the damn thing!
OCTOBER:
My assignment at the UN is completed (for now). I hear word that we may return early 2006 and may be assigned to their backup warehouse facility in Long Island City, Queens. At the moment of the assignment's end, there was no other new york assignment available at that time. I'm left dangling for awhile on what to do next. I apply for a few jobs, but turn up with zip.
One week, the apartment complex I live in suffered 3 electrical fires, temporilly shutting down all the elevators in the building. Like rapunzel, I remain trapped at home several stories up too tired to take the steps anywhere.
After 30 years, my mother finally gets some new bedroom funiture. She throws away two perfectly working antique vintage dressers for a TV stand and a gaudy, bulky, hidieous looking dresser that can barely hold clothes. Gold Star on Interior decoration, MOM!
I finally see Janet Jackson's boobs and they were SPECTACULAR!
Mom goes to Rhode Island on trip number 4 (Yeah, I know I forgot one trip when she went down south for some crazy ass family reunion) and I try to contact the escort from feburary again, only to discover her number was disconnected.
I dig deeper and engage in more IM conversations to meet new friends online.
For the first time in 3 years I didn't attend the Halloween Parade in the Village, obviously, moving back in with my MOM has made me into a wuss.
NOVEMBER:
The eagles struggle with their damn T.O. Situation, McNabb gets hurt and reality sinks in that they're not even gonna make the damn playoffs so I take a break from the blog in disgust.
I attend a concert in MSG to see Gwen Stefani and the Black Eyed Peas! But I also can't shake the feeling about the last time I was at MSG (Kings of Comedy 1999, my ex stands me up and I take JOE instead, me and her break up days later on the weekend of my BIRTHDAY!!)
I create and work on a new blog for my TV Show, "Call Numbers". It becomes a top 100 finalist on the "Screenwriters Dig" contest.
The impossible happens when the four of us finally gets together for a family portait and nothing goes wrong at the studio!
IPS comes through again by assigning me back to the Wall Sreet area for Guardian Life on a short project.
My PC gets fragged, most of my data is backed up and saved, the only thing I lose are a few valued emails, addresses, and a minor applications I've failed to put back on as of yet.
Thanksgiving is spent at my sister's house for the first time in awhile. I go there, see some of the extended fam, while being pissed off at all the riff raff trafficing in and out of her ghetto apartment. For their birthdays I buy mom the DVD of "Ray", and my sister a copy of the "Confessions of a Video Vixen" by "Superhead" to scare her straight from becoming a whore.
I join AdultFriend Finder and meet a couple of new online friends.
DECEMBER:
"Call Numbers" is named in the top 10 of it's category, but the contest has sorta taken a break to re-evaluate it's contest rules so it is unknown when a winner will be announced.
I return to blogging on the regular and reveal plans to expand some more with two more possible blogs in 2006.
The MTA and their workers go on strike for three days, fucking up my flow.
Christmas leads to drama as I skip going to my sister's house this year, fed up with her bullshit and the way she treats her daughter.
IPS reassigns me, yet again back to the UN building, it is uncertain how long we will be there and if we're actually going to Queens afterall.
As the year ends, next year shows potential for a change in work?, a possible relationship?, and a quest to move back out and apply for public housing as I'm pretty damn sure I made just enough income to qualify this past year!
In other non-related news to me but outstanding events reguardless...
Detroit loses to San Antonio for the NBA championship, proving last year was a fluke, Tyson bows out of boxing in the worst way, The Yankess choke days after the Red Sox do, Hockey makes the comeback, a potential triple crown misses again, Tiger's hanging in there, the Williams Sisters prove they're mortal.
Keanu gives the devil the finger, Sin City changes the comic-book movie genre into the "Graphic-Novel" genre in an impressive debut, the fantastic four kicks ass, but electra doesn't, video game movies take the back seat with flops like "Alone in the Dark", and "Doom", people got a dose of reality in race relations with "Crash", Cruise and Spielberg score again together with "War of the Worlds", Harry Potter did his thing, and King Kong ended the year with a roar.
TV said good bye to Raymond, and to Sipowicz. Dave Chappelle went AWOL, The Boondocks debuts and kicks ass on Adult Swim, corporate america recycles the looney toons into the loonatics unleashed, LOST shows us what's in the hatch, and there's still more to figure out! The Law and Orders are running outta steam as the CSI's seem to get better and better, HBO puts Six feet Under to rest only to dig up Rome, Showtime finally gets lifted as others get lifted on Weeds. TNT tries to outdo FX with some original series that don't get cancelled after 2 seasons (What happened to Witchblade, damnit!)
Music continues to slide as prices for tickets and albums rise. The industry tries to cut down of file sharing, but don't realize that this is american and we have the freedom to do what we want in private.
London won the 2012 Olimpics from New York (Thanks a lot Bloomberg, ya putz) and while rubbing their faces in it, they get the shit bombed out of them. I feel sorry and everything, but next time, try to win gracefully and others won't be snickering when watching the BBC News footage.
We got our share of disaster too with Katrina and even when the government dropped the ball, we had backup in the form of movie stars and musicians, oh and oprah, can't forget about her!
We also buried a pope and got a new one, richard pryor died, Luther died, a year after we lost Barry. Nipsey Russell, Hunter S. Thompson, Bob Denver, and even scotty from star trek. We also said sayanora to Mister Miyagi and Sulu's heterosexuality.
Martha does her time, but Big Momma Queen Bee goes down for year and a day. Foxy Brown learns sign language (ok that was cold, i Know), Mobb Deep joins G-Unit, Nas and Jay-Z make peace (I guess), Bobby Brown takes Ozzy's title for most dysfunctional reality TV music family, did I mention we got to see Janet Jackson's boobies? Tyra steps off the runway and on the talk show circut. I love you, baby and all, but I give ya 3 years tops.
Trump gets married, along with Prince Charles, Garth Brooks, Matt Damon, Sandra Bullock, Christina Aguelira (sp check!), and Ashton Kutcher, then there were the break ups, Brad and Jen, Nick and Jessica, Renee Zeilweiger and whoever the hell she married.
Well, I think that wraps things up for 2005.
Things to look for in 2006...
Fugess reunion, X-Men 3, Mission Impossible 3, Sin City 2 (Yes, already!), Miami Vice, Ghost Rider, losing weight with trimspa (Hopefully), and Playstation 3.
Peace!
"2005: A look back..."
The LAST HNT...
Going out with a bang, I finally turn the camera on myself.
This has been a nice lil trend the past couple of months...
Now it needs to ride off into the sunset.
How 'bout we try "Silly Face Saturday"?, or "Where-am-I? Wednesday", or how about "Role Play Monday" where you dress up like someone famous and take a picture, make every week Halloween!
"Back to the grill again, back to the Grill!"
I've been recalled back to the UN.
Just when I was getting comfortable at Wall Street. The job's crazy that way. They were getting impatient, we were supposed to be going to their warehouse facility out in Long Island City, Queens. That still may happen, but in the meantime, the two man team of me and a box prepper are back in that small, hot closet-office, 30-something stories above the city.
I got nothing planned for New Year's, I'm just gonna chill and watch the ball drop from home like always.
2006 will be five days old and MOM's already traveling again! She's going down to Florida for a few days, she'll return with our downstairs neighbor who's been down there the last two weeks for the holidays. I don't know why she's turning into some state-hopping adventurer since I moved back in.
Well, I may have some plans with the house all to myself...but THAT's another story for another time...
The next couple of days I'll be looking back at the year in review, so don't expect much personal news.
2006...days away. My God, where has the time gone?
Just when I was getting comfortable at Wall Street. The job's crazy that way. They were getting impatient, we were supposed to be going to their warehouse facility out in Long Island City, Queens. That still may happen, but in the meantime, the two man team of me and a box prepper are back in that small, hot closet-office, 30-something stories above the city.
I got nothing planned for New Year's, I'm just gonna chill and watch the ball drop from home like always.
2006 will be five days old and MOM's already traveling again! She's going down to Florida for a few days, she'll return with our downstairs neighbor who's been down there the last two weeks for the holidays. I don't know why she's turning into some state-hopping adventurer since I moved back in.
Well, I may have some plans with the house all to myself...but THAT's another story for another time...
The next couple of days I'll be looking back at the year in review, so don't expect much personal news.
2006...days away. My God, where has the time gone?
*SIGH* Christmas ain't over until..
This one's stolen from LadyLongFellow...someone pass me some earplugs, damnit!
Christmas ain't over till...mom returns one of the corny, long sleeved, stuffy hot, shirts that didn't fit me!
Christmas ain't over till...Psycho-Sis returns the 85.00 Timberland boots for my 7 year old niece because they were too small.
Christmas ain't over till...I come down from the SUGA RUSH I'm on from those cakes in the Mrs. Beasley Christmas Basket mom got from work. ('Cuse me as I kiss the SKY!, WHoo!)
Christmas ain't over till...Psycho-Sis forgives me for my niece liking my 3 measly computer game gifts over the tons of dolls and toys SHE spent a fortune on.
But then again...
Christmas ain't over till...I download and burn enough Kidz Bop CD's to keep my niece happy with her new CD Player!
I've downloaded Volumes 7 and 8 and already my ears are bleeding!!!
Psycho-Sis gives me a piece offering in the form of a 50 Disk Spool of CD-R Sony Blanks, which is her way of hinting that she'll want me to make her more custom CD to play at her parties, she think she slick...
I brought MOM a DVD box set of the second season of "The Golden Girls" and a raincheck for the DVD of "The Gospel" when it comes out next tuesday. Psycho-Sis plans to take mom down to Canal Street and buy her a anklet or a chain later on in the week.
The rain kept me from going to the movies sunday, Harry Potter is almost out of theaters already!
Between the Kidz Bop and the Rugrats computer game, my neice is in 7th Heaven. My sister is pissed at all the money she wasted on toys (and boots that are too small), but is glad her 7 year old daughter has her own CD player. Mom's happy with both our gifts, but wishes we'd stop bickering and competing against each other and get along better. ME, I got some socks, a spool of CD blanks (considering I have a MP3 player, they're pretty much useless to me, now) and four lousy shirts with promise of more clothes later on...
Now, you tell me who got the shaft this christmas?
Fortunately, the best presents came from the person that knows me the best, ME!
I brought the SIN CITY deluxe, "Recut, Extended and Unrated" double DVD box set. The second best movie of 2005 (Next to "Constintine") got even more cooler with more scenes, more commentaries, and a special "Green Screen" version of the movie showing how Robert Rodriguez shot the movie before the special effects were added in, way cool. I also brought another memory stick for my PSP, I may treat myself to a few games finally instead of downloading all those ISO's.
So, tomorrow it's back to work, thank goodness, I can't wait till this christmas thing is done and over...
Christmas ain't over till...mom returns one of the corny, long sleeved, stuffy hot, shirts that didn't fit me!
Christmas ain't over till...Psycho-Sis returns the 85.00 Timberland boots for my 7 year old niece because they were too small.
Christmas ain't over till...I come down from the SUGA RUSH I'm on from those cakes in the Mrs. Beasley Christmas Basket mom got from work. ('Cuse me as I kiss the SKY!, WHoo!)
Christmas ain't over till...Psycho-Sis forgives me for my niece liking my 3 measly computer game gifts over the tons of dolls and toys SHE spent a fortune on.
But then again...
Christmas ain't over till...I download and burn enough Kidz Bop CD's to keep my niece happy with her new CD Player!
I've downloaded Volumes 7 and 8 and already my ears are bleeding!!!
Psycho-Sis gives me a piece offering in the form of a 50 Disk Spool of CD-R Sony Blanks, which is her way of hinting that she'll want me to make her more custom CD to play at her parties, she think she slick...
I brought MOM a DVD box set of the second season of "The Golden Girls" and a raincheck for the DVD of "The Gospel" when it comes out next tuesday. Psycho-Sis plans to take mom down to Canal Street and buy her a anklet or a chain later on in the week.
The rain kept me from going to the movies sunday, Harry Potter is almost out of theaters already!
Between the Kidz Bop and the Rugrats computer game, my neice is in 7th Heaven. My sister is pissed at all the money she wasted on toys (and boots that are too small), but is glad her 7 year old daughter has her own CD player. Mom's happy with both our gifts, but wishes we'd stop bickering and competing against each other and get along better. ME, I got some socks, a spool of CD blanks (considering I have a MP3 player, they're pretty much useless to me, now) and four lousy shirts with promise of more clothes later on...
Now, you tell me who got the shaft this christmas?
Fortunately, the best presents came from the person that knows me the best, ME!
I brought the SIN CITY deluxe, "Recut, Extended and Unrated" double DVD box set. The second best movie of 2005 (Next to "Constintine") got even more cooler with more scenes, more commentaries, and a special "Green Screen" version of the movie showing how Robert Rodriguez shot the movie before the special effects were added in, way cool. I also brought another memory stick for my PSP, I may treat myself to a few games finally instead of downloading all those ISO's.
So, tomorrow it's back to work, thank goodness, I can't wait till this christmas thing is done and over...
For Fire....
"So I creep, YEEAH! I just keep it on the down low..."
"T'was the night before Christmas, And my ass couldn't sleep...
My loins were grooowling for a late night creep..."
So it's christmas eve and mom's spending the night at psycho-sis's house so baby girl can open her presents tomorrow morning. And I'm home alone, checking the theater listings to see "Harry Potter" tomorrow.
My bitch of a sister didn't bring her yesterday as she planned, but in case she did, I did some last minute shopping with joe and didn't come home till last last night.
"So as another holiday comes on by, Me and my Sister rather SPIT in each other's EYE!"
I'm dusting off my "Jonny Cash/Priest" dress clothes in case I get the courage or find someone worth it on craigslist...
Nothing say Christmas like unwraping the ultimate gift to yourself...(wink!)
"So, while all of ye faithfull christians be watching and attending midnight mass...
I'm going to try and get me a nice piece of...(You fill in the blank, here...)"
PEACE on earth, good will towards men, and 100 dollar Benjamins to ALL THE HARD WORKING WOMEN!
Merry X-Mas. (PPPPPFFFFFFTTTT!!!!!)
My loins were grooowling for a late night creep..."
So it's christmas eve and mom's spending the night at psycho-sis's house so baby girl can open her presents tomorrow morning. And I'm home alone, checking the theater listings to see "Harry Potter" tomorrow.
My bitch of a sister didn't bring her yesterday as she planned, but in case she did, I did some last minute shopping with joe and didn't come home till last last night.
"So as another holiday comes on by, Me and my Sister rather SPIT in each other's EYE!"
I'm dusting off my "Jonny Cash/Priest" dress clothes in case I get the courage or find someone worth it on craigslist...
Nothing say Christmas like unwraping the ultimate gift to yourself...(wink!)
"So, while all of ye faithfull christians be watching and attending midnight mass...
I'm going to try and get me a nice piece of...(You fill in the blank, here...)"
PEACE on earth, good will towards men, and 100 dollar Benjamins to ALL THE HARD WORKING WOMEN!
Merry X-Mas. (PPPPPFFFFFFTTTT!!!!!)
"Overheard During the Transit Strike"
Here are some reactions and thoughts hear throughout the city during the 3 day MTA Strike.
Courtesy of Overheard in New York .com
Woman: Maybe a taxi will stop for us cause I'm pretty.
--30th & 7th
Girl: Oh, I never realized walking sucks so much! I am so out of breath!
Guy: Yeah, well, that will happen when the buses stop running.
Girl: Ugh, I know. And why are they striking anyway?
Guy: Well, I heard it was because the workers think New York girls like you are too thick.
--75th & York
Chick on cell: I'd rather sell my pussy than put up with this shit! Fuck, all this to get on the damn train!
--LIRR
Girl: So okay, it's a transit strike, there's gotta be some good that comes out of it. Like, they should use the time to get down there and
fix everything. And clean up the rats and the garbage.
Guy: ...Who do you think is gonna do that? Transit workers, right?
Girl: Yeah!...Oh.
--Fort Greene
White guy on cell: Talk quickly. I only have 29 more blocks until I'm home.
--50th & 8th
Cop on megaphone: There is no transit strike in Boston, Philadelphia, or Washington DC. If you would like to get away from the strike, Amtrak entrance is at 33rd and 8th. For true New Yorkers, enter LIRR here. It'll be over soon, folks.
--33rd & 7th
God I love this freakin' town...
Courtesy of Overheard in New York .com
Woman: Maybe a taxi will stop for us cause I'm pretty.
--30th & 7th
Girl: Oh, I never realized walking sucks so much! I am so out of breath!
Guy: Yeah, well, that will happen when the buses stop running.
Girl: Ugh, I know. And why are they striking anyway?
Guy: Well, I heard it was because the workers think New York girls like you are too thick.
--75th & York
Chick on cell: I'd rather sell my pussy than put up with this shit! Fuck, all this to get on the damn train!
--LIRR
Girl: So okay, it's a transit strike, there's gotta be some good that comes out of it. Like, they should use the time to get down there and
fix everything. And clean up the rats and the garbage.
Guy: ...Who do you think is gonna do that? Transit workers, right?
Girl: Yeah!...Oh.
--Fort Greene
White guy on cell: Talk quickly. I only have 29 more blocks until I'm home.
--50th & 8th
Cop on megaphone: There is no transit strike in Boston, Philadelphia, or Washington DC. If you would like to get away from the strike, Amtrak entrance is at 33rd and 8th. For true New Yorkers, enter LIRR here. It'll be over soon, folks.
--33rd & 7th
God I love this freakin' town...
HNT Returns!
Been a lot of writing and no pictures so I figured I'd put one in to kill the monotony.
Chasey Lain, the legend.
Bedroom Eyes that can make a man walk on water...one should BE so lucky.
"Whew!"
The strike is over. Things are slowly going back to normal. The city should be cool in 10 to 18 hours. Fortunately the office building I work in is closed tomorrow, strike or no strike (I hope I get paid for that day, damnit...). Come tuesday, the nightmare will be over...
Thank God.
NOW THEN, someone needs to put a million dollar bounty on Roger Toussaint's head!
S'matter of fact, TREE Million dollars! Gaddamn west indian prick!
Thank God.
NOW THEN, someone needs to put a million dollar bounty on Roger Toussaint's head!
S'matter of fact, TREE Million dollars! Gaddamn west indian prick!
"You're not having any fun, are you Sean?"
Another interruption ya’ll…
Just another example why my dumb-ass sister will NEVER win mother of the year.
Mom got a call from Psycho-Sis last night crying and screaming about “the worst day she ever had” today.
Here’s the gist of the craziest story I’ve heard in a while…
My niece goes to school yesterday morning, right? Most of her friends in school are neighbors in her building. My sister being the social butterfly is cool with most of the baby-mama’s around her way so everybody knows everybody…
ANYhoo…my dumbass sister goes to pick up her daughter at 3 o’clock. When she arrives my niece is nowhere to be found. She asks a couple of kids about my niece’s whereabouts and one of them said she went home with one of her friends that live back in her building.
This kind of thing must be common with her because she doesn’t bat an eye. SO, without confirming anything, she takes it upon herself to TRY to do some last minute shopping (again!). She goes to a Toys r’ Us and browses around for about a hour or so when she gets a two-way from someone…this is the exact message…
“Your daughter is at the XX precinct, please come down and pick her up.”
Apparently, my sister almost damn near shitted herself with fear, ditches the shopping cart with the one toy she had and ran out of the store.
Here’s what happened (and I swear to you, I’m not making these names up…)
Baby-Girl’s friend Ray-ray (age 7, like my niece) got jumped (beat-up) by some kids after school. My niece (being the kind, naïve, waif that she is…) stayed with her friend as he cried in front of the school. When Ray-ray’s mother (who knows my sister as is probably one her drinking buddies) came to pick him up, my niece went with them so she could explain what happened (I love the child to death, but she’s a BIG snitch!).
When they get home, Ray-ray’s mother calls her boyfriend (Who is NOT Ray-ray’s father mind you…) to come over so they can track down who beat her son and confront them (You know it’s on, now!). Now in the house, Ray-ray has a 10 year old brother named Jo-Jo and a newborn baby sister (whose name escapes me now…). The boyfriend arrives and the two “Responsible Adults” take off and LEAVE four children all 10 years and under ALONE IN THE HOUSE!
Ray-ray’s mother and her boyfriend (Who’s not ray-ray’s father, oops, I said that already…) find one of the kids that jumped her child at their house (Somewhere around the neighborhood, but far enough from home…) and “politely” resolve the situation.
Things didn’t go that well…
And naturally, the police stepped in. All parties got arrested, and in a fit of rage Ray-ray’s mother screams that she has children unattended at home (NOT the smartest thing to admit to the authorities…). With the new information, the police decided to back to Ray-ray’s house, where they find Him, his older brother, Jo-jo, a baby, AND my niece all alone in the apartment (God, give me strength). The cops take the four kids down to station. Luckily my niece knows her full name and her mother’s cell phone number. So, my little munchkin enjoys about a 3 hour stay before my idiot of a sister finally arrives, frantic as hell and asked to explain herself…
Ray-ray and Jo-Jo didn’t take the stay as well as my niece did, if fact, jo-jo had to be HANDCUFFED to the radiator for some strange reason!
My sister finally got the cops to release my niece, but the other three were in a bit of a pickle. Apparently Ray-ray’s mother had missed a few court dates and had to be held a little longer and in the spirit of one baby-mama helping another, my idiot of a sister decided to temporary take custody of the other 3 till she got out.
So, now she got four kids in that tiny apartment for who knows how long, and she’s going out of her mind, who does she cry help to? Mommy Dearest.
Needless to say, the mother may be out by Friday if she plays her cards right, then Psycho-sis want to bring my niece here to spend the night. That doesn’t make ANY sense, why have her spend the night Friday, only to pick her up Saturday morning and my mom’s coming over Sunday? What is the logic in that?!?!?
But see, this shows how irresponsible that idiot is not keeping tabs on her child. Seven years old and already seen the insides of a police station, what the hell is up with that?!?!? And what is it about these people she hang around with?!?!? Don’t they have ANY common sense!??!? You can’t leave no damn children alone in the house, what if they start a fire or something? That’s gaddamn child endangerment! But it’s just something about the ghetto, and where you live, I swear!
Despite all this, the bitch is still mad at me. She gonna tell MOM about my niece “When she spends the night, she’s NOT allowed to talk to HIM!” I laughed, the nerve of this psychopath.
I swear to god, one day…It’s gonna go down between us. We’re gonna have John Woo “Face/Off” style showdown! Somehow, the both of us are gonna get access to some firearms, and it’s going to be on!
“Plan B, LET’S just kill each other”
Friday, strike or no strike, I’m going to find me something to do…
The best way to handle this situation is to STAY AWAY from everyone involved. Cause if I’m there, all it takes is one little slip of the tongue, just one little word…
Damn, I can’t believe what a week I’m having!
Just another example why my dumb-ass sister will NEVER win mother of the year.
Mom got a call from Psycho-Sis last night crying and screaming about “the worst day she ever had” today.
Here’s the gist of the craziest story I’ve heard in a while…
My niece goes to school yesterday morning, right? Most of her friends in school are neighbors in her building. My sister being the social butterfly is cool with most of the baby-mama’s around her way so everybody knows everybody…
ANYhoo…my dumbass sister goes to pick up her daughter at 3 o’clock. When she arrives my niece is nowhere to be found. She asks a couple of kids about my niece’s whereabouts and one of them said she went home with one of her friends that live back in her building.
This kind of thing must be common with her because she doesn’t bat an eye. SO, without confirming anything, she takes it upon herself to TRY to do some last minute shopping (again!). She goes to a Toys r’ Us and browses around for about a hour or so when she gets a two-way from someone…this is the exact message…
“Your daughter is at the XX precinct, please come down and pick her up.”
Apparently, my sister almost damn near shitted herself with fear, ditches the shopping cart with the one toy she had and ran out of the store.
Here’s what happened (and I swear to you, I’m not making these names up…)
Baby-Girl’s friend Ray-ray (age 7, like my niece) got jumped (beat-up) by some kids after school. My niece (being the kind, naïve, waif that she is…) stayed with her friend as he cried in front of the school. When Ray-ray’s mother (who knows my sister as is probably one her drinking buddies) came to pick him up, my niece went with them so she could explain what happened (I love the child to death, but she’s a BIG snitch!).
When they get home, Ray-ray’s mother calls her boyfriend (Who is NOT Ray-ray’s father mind you…) to come over so they can track down who beat her son and confront them (You know it’s on, now!). Now in the house, Ray-ray has a 10 year old brother named Jo-Jo and a newborn baby sister (whose name escapes me now…). The boyfriend arrives and the two “Responsible Adults” take off and LEAVE four children all 10 years and under ALONE IN THE HOUSE!
Ray-ray’s mother and her boyfriend (Who’s not ray-ray’s father, oops, I said that already…) find one of the kids that jumped her child at their house (Somewhere around the neighborhood, but far enough from home…) and “politely” resolve the situation.
Things didn’t go that well…
And naturally, the police stepped in. All parties got arrested, and in a fit of rage Ray-ray’s mother screams that she has children unattended at home (NOT the smartest thing to admit to the authorities…). With the new information, the police decided to back to Ray-ray’s house, where they find Him, his older brother, Jo-jo, a baby, AND my niece all alone in the apartment (God, give me strength). The cops take the four kids down to station. Luckily my niece knows her full name and her mother’s cell phone number. So, my little munchkin enjoys about a 3 hour stay before my idiot of a sister finally arrives, frantic as hell and asked to explain herself…
Ray-ray and Jo-Jo didn’t take the stay as well as my niece did, if fact, jo-jo had to be HANDCUFFED to the radiator for some strange reason!
My sister finally got the cops to release my niece, but the other three were in a bit of a pickle. Apparently Ray-ray’s mother had missed a few court dates and had to be held a little longer and in the spirit of one baby-mama helping another, my idiot of a sister decided to temporary take custody of the other 3 till she got out.
So, now she got four kids in that tiny apartment for who knows how long, and she’s going out of her mind, who does she cry help to? Mommy Dearest.
Needless to say, the mother may be out by Friday if she plays her cards right, then Psycho-sis want to bring my niece here to spend the night. That doesn’t make ANY sense, why have her spend the night Friday, only to pick her up Saturday morning and my mom’s coming over Sunday? What is the logic in that?!?!?
But see, this shows how irresponsible that idiot is not keeping tabs on her child. Seven years old and already seen the insides of a police station, what the hell is up with that?!?!? And what is it about these people she hang around with?!?!? Don’t they have ANY common sense!??!? You can’t leave no damn children alone in the house, what if they start a fire or something? That’s gaddamn child endangerment! But it’s just something about the ghetto, and where you live, I swear!
Despite all this, the bitch is still mad at me. She gonna tell MOM about my niece “When she spends the night, she’s NOT allowed to talk to HIM!” I laughed, the nerve of this psychopath.
I swear to god, one day…It’s gonna go down between us. We’re gonna have John Woo “Face/Off” style showdown! Somehow, the both of us are gonna get access to some firearms, and it’s going to be on!
“Plan B, LET’S just kill each other”
Friday, strike or no strike, I’m going to find me something to do…
The best way to handle this situation is to STAY AWAY from everyone involved. Cause if I’m there, all it takes is one little slip of the tongue, just one little word…
Damn, I can’t believe what a week I’m having!
"There's nothing funnier than the ridiculous faces you people make mid-coitus"
A quick question between my "The Last Don" saga (Which actually may stretch the whole week, I'm making it so fuckin' dramatic, only because everything's coming back to me now...)...
Do you think This Website is worth it?
All you sexual deviants out there, this may be the next best thing to Craigslist!
I MIGHT settle for a month subscription, I dunno...
Do you think This Website is worth it?
All you sexual deviants out there, this may be the next best thing to Craigslist!
I MIGHT settle for a month subscription, I dunno...
"The Seige"
New York City is on lockdown.
Manhattan Island has become the scariest, fully functional correctional facility since Alcatraz.
At around 3am this morning, on December 20th, 2005 the MTA (Which SHOULD stand for "Motherfuckin' Transit ASSHOLES"!) went on strike. A network of over 17 train lines and at least 100 bus lines spread over the five boros ABANDONED over 7 Million Commuters.
And me, a honest, hard-working "straphanger-for-life" since the night a car accident killed the only woman who ever loved me has to find a way to get from one end of the island...to the other end of it.
If this doesn't have "MOVIE OF THE WEEK" material, I don't know WHAT does...
I CANNOT begin to tell you WHAT a day it has been for me! (Insane Laughter)
I called my boss at 7:30am and asked him if he really needed me to come in and is the rest of the team going to bother...
Keep in mind I'm a scanner...the second leg of the workflow, this last week we've been finishing up some major projects while other are supposely on their way. Yesterday, I was on a good roll finishing up a tail end of a set of 14 boxes averaging about 1200-1600 per. I left BOX Number 14 on the shelf to keep me busy today, but nothing looked much over the horizion. SO I asked my boss again (Who was lucky enough to be unaffected by the strike, living within FERRY distance in New Jersey somewhere...) "DO you want me to TRY to come in?" (Keyword being "TRY"). He said there's work to be done, but he'll understand if I can't make it. Not really a YES or NO was it?
SO, in the spirit of Dick Tracy, Indiana Jones, and all those other fedora wearing heroes, I grabbed by Balls and set out on the journey of a lifetime.
Without giving away some specifics, I live near the George Washington Bridge (Which comes in handy in case any Headless Horsemen come chasing me...) and before the bridge is a huge Bus Terminal where New Jersey Buses and a few Upstate bound Bus lines come to port. Also available are mini "Special Ed School Bus" size shuttle buses that travel through the cut streets of the New York/New Jersey border. My desprate backup plan was to use this crude form of Public Transportation to get to a nearby New Jersey town that the local PATH train goes by, and use that to get to downtown manhattan.
PATH you may or may not know brings back memories of my EX oh-so-long ago. Stomping around in her neck of the woods was not my idea of fun, but I gotta do what I gotta do. I got on the "BERGENLINE" shuttle bus at around 7:45am. Yeah, I was due at work at 8:30, but what the hell at least I'm making an effort! I had to get to Journal Square, which is practically the middle of Jersey City. This cheesy ass bus-line stopped almost every other block as it went through WEST NEW YORK, EAST NEW YORK, UNION CITY, and a shitload of other Jersey hick-towns I couldn't pronounce! I've been on bus rides to Virginia AND Ohio that felt faster than this trip! I finally get to Journal Square, take a breath for nostagic purposes (DAMN, that bitch did me wrong!, Okay, she's not a bitch, bite my tongue, bite my tongue!) and hop on the PATH for the World Trade Center.
The train ride was only 4 stops and it took seconds! (SWEET!). I felt a chill when we pulled in to the newly rennovated PATH station. Right before the station, the train pulls through a tunnel underneath ground zero and you can see outside. It's like flying over the Grand Canyon on your way cross-country. Your right there in the hole where such devestation happened.
I get off the train, make my way through the swanky new terminal out on to famillar territory. The journey felt so weird I can't describe it. A clock nearby said 9:34am, that's right...what would usually take a lil less than an hour (50-55 minutes tops) took over a hour and a half, and I still had quite a walk to do. Making my way through the cut street, the financial district looked like London in the movie "28 Days Later". I resisted the urge to repeately scream "Hellooooo!" Either the stock brokers and business types where already here, or they were still on their way, too...
I make it to the office at an astounding 9:55am, my supervisor looks shocked as I stumble in. I raised my hand and bellowed..."I claim this land "India" in the Name of Spain!" mimicing Chistopher Columbus's famous proclamation. Man, I went on a journey...
The city cannot stay like this, it's total chaos. These money grubbin' bastards have got to come to a resolution.
I scanned the last box and did some data entry to help my boss out. They were expecting some more work to come in but nothing came. We're also expected at the UN's warehouse office in Queens soon, this was supposed to be our last week in the wall street area, but now, who know? Thinking about the long trip, I decided to work a half a day and left at 2pm (Avoid the rush!), going back the way I came I didn't get home till 5'O CLOCK!!! THREE hours just to get home, Oh HELL NO am I not doing this on the regular! Since my work was done and I showed my dedication, I told my boss I deserved the next three days off. That I wasn't even going to try that crazy-ass commute again UNLESS I really have to!
If the strike lasts till after christmas, I'll play ball and kill myself, but this can't last for too long! Somebody's gotta step in! Get some scabs in there to work the trains!, Call Bush! Call Bill Clinton or somebody! I did NOT survive 9/11 only to have this city taken hostage by DOMESTIC TERRORIST!!!
Manhattan Island has become the scariest, fully functional correctional facility since Alcatraz.
At around 3am this morning, on December 20th, 2005 the MTA (Which SHOULD stand for "Motherfuckin' Transit ASSHOLES"!) went on strike. A network of over 17 train lines and at least 100 bus lines spread over the five boros ABANDONED over 7 Million Commuters.
And me, a honest, hard-working "straphanger-for-life" since the night a car accident killed the only woman who ever loved me has to find a way to get from one end of the island...to the other end of it.
If this doesn't have "MOVIE OF THE WEEK" material, I don't know WHAT does...
I CANNOT begin to tell you WHAT a day it has been for me! (Insane Laughter)
I called my boss at 7:30am and asked him if he really needed me to come in and is the rest of the team going to bother...
Keep in mind I'm a scanner...the second leg of the workflow, this last week we've been finishing up some major projects while other are supposely on their way. Yesterday, I was on a good roll finishing up a tail end of a set of 14 boxes averaging about 1200-1600 per. I left BOX Number 14 on the shelf to keep me busy today, but nothing looked much over the horizion. SO I asked my boss again (Who was lucky enough to be unaffected by the strike, living within FERRY distance in New Jersey somewhere...) "DO you want me to TRY to come in?" (Keyword being "TRY"). He said there's work to be done, but he'll understand if I can't make it. Not really a YES or NO was it?
SO, in the spirit of Dick Tracy, Indiana Jones, and all those other fedora wearing heroes, I grabbed by Balls and set out on the journey of a lifetime.
Without giving away some specifics, I live near the George Washington Bridge (Which comes in handy in case any Headless Horsemen come chasing me...) and before the bridge is a huge Bus Terminal where New Jersey Buses and a few Upstate bound Bus lines come to port. Also available are mini "Special Ed School Bus" size shuttle buses that travel through the cut streets of the New York/New Jersey border. My desprate backup plan was to use this crude form of Public Transportation to get to a nearby New Jersey town that the local PATH train goes by, and use that to get to downtown manhattan.
PATH you may or may not know brings back memories of my EX oh-so-long ago. Stomping around in her neck of the woods was not my idea of fun, but I gotta do what I gotta do. I got on the "BERGENLINE" shuttle bus at around 7:45am. Yeah, I was due at work at 8:30, but what the hell at least I'm making an effort! I had to get to Journal Square, which is practically the middle of Jersey City. This cheesy ass bus-line stopped almost every other block as it went through WEST NEW YORK, EAST NEW YORK, UNION CITY, and a shitload of other Jersey hick-towns I couldn't pronounce! I've been on bus rides to Virginia AND Ohio that felt faster than this trip! I finally get to Journal Square, take a breath for nostagic purposes (DAMN, that bitch did me wrong!, Okay, she's not a bitch, bite my tongue, bite my tongue!) and hop on the PATH for the World Trade Center.
The train ride was only 4 stops and it took seconds! (SWEET!). I felt a chill when we pulled in to the newly rennovated PATH station. Right before the station, the train pulls through a tunnel underneath ground zero and you can see outside. It's like flying over the Grand Canyon on your way cross-country. Your right there in the hole where such devestation happened.
I get off the train, make my way through the swanky new terminal out on to famillar territory. The journey felt so weird I can't describe it. A clock nearby said 9:34am, that's right...what would usually take a lil less than an hour (50-55 minutes tops) took over a hour and a half, and I still had quite a walk to do. Making my way through the cut street, the financial district looked like London in the movie "28 Days Later". I resisted the urge to repeately scream "Hellooooo!" Either the stock brokers and business types where already here, or they were still on their way, too...
I make it to the office at an astounding 9:55am, my supervisor looks shocked as I stumble in. I raised my hand and bellowed..."I claim this land "India" in the Name of Spain!" mimicing Chistopher Columbus's famous proclamation. Man, I went on a journey...
The city cannot stay like this, it's total chaos. These money grubbin' bastards have got to come to a resolution.
I scanned the last box and did some data entry to help my boss out. They were expecting some more work to come in but nothing came. We're also expected at the UN's warehouse office in Queens soon, this was supposed to be our last week in the wall street area, but now, who know? Thinking about the long trip, I decided to work a half a day and left at 2pm (Avoid the rush!), going back the way I came I didn't get home till 5'O CLOCK!!! THREE hours just to get home, Oh HELL NO am I not doing this on the regular! Since my work was done and I showed my dedication, I told my boss I deserved the next three days off. That I wasn't even going to try that crazy-ass commute again UNLESS I really have to!
If the strike lasts till after christmas, I'll play ball and kill myself, but this can't last for too long! Somebody's gotta step in! Get some scabs in there to work the trains!, Call Bush! Call Bill Clinton or somebody! I did NOT survive 9/11 only to have this city taken hostage by DOMESTIC TERRORIST!!!
"When I Cry, You Cry"
It was a simple plan...
What's why I knew it wouldn't work from Jump Street.
Mom and Psycho-Sis still have christmas shopping to do (For my mostly my niece as well as a few neighbors...) so we decided that I'd take Baby-Girl to the movies and they'd go shopping at 34th street.
We were going to see the "Narnia" movie at 3pm. Psycho-sis dropped off Baby-Girl Yesterday so she could sing in some church program this morning. Now, despite dropping my niece off early yesterday (Having her whole saturday to herself as usual), Psycho-sis arrived at the house bitchy saying "She only had 3 hours of sleep last night...". She wanted to rush us and leave at around 1:30 when the movie starts at 3 and it only takes 30-45 minutes to get downtown. Me and Mom wanted to relax (They're lucky I wasn't caught up in football anymore...), Mom and Baby-Girl just came back from church and the little thing wanted to change out of her church clothes. Psycho-sis insisted that she keep them on, that it's too hard to change, that we should just go and get something to eat before the movie, blah, blah, blah...
Mom tells Psycho-sis to relax and they start to argue, I sit down and put my hand on the side of my face with an annoyed glance, while Baby-girl gets caught up on something on TV. I go through the motions thinking "I'm so sick of this, why goes this happen every year, blah, blah, blah..." Then mom finally gives in and we start to get ready (Still too damn early). Here's when things get fucked up...
Psycho-sis tells Baby-girl to put her coat on, but she wants to stay at look a TV for a bit...with no patience what-so-ever she starts to yell at the child viciously to do what she says, Baby-girl stomps her foot in protest, and I guess nothing pisses off this deranged psychopath more than a gaddamn foot stomp so she takes upon herself to spank her across her legs twice. Then the crying starts and I'm thinking "I'm not taking her down to the movie like this!". So I tell her to calm her down or we ain't going nowhere. Psycho-sis starts staring daggers at me and just tries to put the child's coat on, then mom steps in and wonders what's going on and I break it down to her. Suddenly I'm the bad guy here, while a child is crying with her coat on and her bitch of a mother is rushing us.
They should be thankful I was willing to sit down to a movie, but when this child acts up, I don't want to be 20 feet of her. So then we decide not to go, Psycho-sis gets mad saying again she only had "3 hours of sleep" and tries to start so shit with me. Mom gets all mad and then I offer to stay at home while the two of them go shopping (Why waste 25-30 bucks over tickets and popcorn?), but then Psycho-sis gets real pissed saying I'm not a real uncle and I'm not welcomed at her house for christmas and then storms off with baby-girl to go back home, another weekend wasted.
I sit there in the living room pissed, mom storms off in her room for a moment. Ten minutes go by and she comes back with tears in her eyes...
"Oh, fuck." I wanted to say...
"I don't know why you alienate yourself from your sister..." She starts...
"...She the only family you got..." Sobbing continues...
"...One day I'm going to be gone and you two will only have each other..."
God Damn, why does she have to me feel like I'm the guilty one!?!?!?
OBVIOUSLY that bitch must of have been doing SOMETHING bad (Drugs, Drinking, All-Out Orgy, who-the-fuck-knows?) last night and she got all bitchy because she actually had to wake up before noon for once.
I don't like it when she takes things out on that child, spanking her and yelling at her was wrong.
So I'm not a good uncle anymore?, well fuck her and her child.
Mom said her peace then left me alone again. I pounded the table in disgust and then put my coat on and left the house. I took two buses up to Throgs Neck, and visited Saint Raymond's Cematery, again. I told myself not to visit Deidre too often, it takes a lot out of me when I see her on her birthday...
I just let the tears come out...
"You were the only one who understood me..."
I stood there and sobbed for ten minutes...
I really, really, hate this time of year...
It's been like this since god knows when...
We have so many fights christmas day, I always stay home or storm off somewhere, everybody makes me the fucking bad guy.
This year is no diffrent, Christmas day I'm going to see the Harry Potter movie, by myself, in an empty movie theater...MOM can go to Psycho-sis's house and open presents with baby-girl...it'll be just another fuckin' day, end of story.
I came home all cried out and emotionally drained.
Mom looked at "Forrest Gump" on cable and I went in my room...
I wanted to smash every fucking thing in sight. Just take a bat to everything, the TV, the computer, my bookcase, everything! Why does that happen? Why is it when people (Black people in general) get some angry they want to break their OWN shit? What is that?
Back when I had a PS2, I used to play this game "Bloodrayne 2" (Which has already inspired a movie that I can't WAIT to see by the way!) the first couple of levels started you off in a mansion, and everything was so detailed, Big Screen TV's, fancy chairs, tables and junk, and I would just take the two blades she was armed with and TEAR the place apart! No advancing through the game, just destroying every inanimate object in sight for that first level...it felt good.
That's why I support these violent video games, any inteligent person knows it ain't real...it's a form of relase for ADULTS who can afford thse games, they ain't supposed to be played by kids!
But that's another rant entirely for another day...
one more week and this bullshit's over.
What's why I knew it wouldn't work from Jump Street.
Mom and Psycho-Sis still have christmas shopping to do (For my mostly my niece as well as a few neighbors...) so we decided that I'd take Baby-Girl to the movies and they'd go shopping at 34th street.
We were going to see the "Narnia" movie at 3pm. Psycho-sis dropped off Baby-Girl Yesterday so she could sing in some church program this morning. Now, despite dropping my niece off early yesterday (Having her whole saturday to herself as usual), Psycho-sis arrived at the house bitchy saying "She only had 3 hours of sleep last night...". She wanted to rush us and leave at around 1:30 when the movie starts at 3 and it only takes 30-45 minutes to get downtown. Me and Mom wanted to relax (They're lucky I wasn't caught up in football anymore...), Mom and Baby-Girl just came back from church and the little thing wanted to change out of her church clothes. Psycho-sis insisted that she keep them on, that it's too hard to change, that we should just go and get something to eat before the movie, blah, blah, blah...
Mom tells Psycho-sis to relax and they start to argue, I sit down and put my hand on the side of my face with an annoyed glance, while Baby-girl gets caught up on something on TV. I go through the motions thinking "I'm so sick of this, why goes this happen every year, blah, blah, blah..." Then mom finally gives in and we start to get ready (Still too damn early). Here's when things get fucked up...
Psycho-sis tells Baby-girl to put her coat on, but she wants to stay at look a TV for a bit...with no patience what-so-ever she starts to yell at the child viciously to do what she says, Baby-girl stomps her foot in protest, and I guess nothing pisses off this deranged psychopath more than a gaddamn foot stomp so she takes upon herself to spank her across her legs twice. Then the crying starts and I'm thinking "I'm not taking her down to the movie like this!". So I tell her to calm her down or we ain't going nowhere. Psycho-sis starts staring daggers at me and just tries to put the child's coat on, then mom steps in and wonders what's going on and I break it down to her. Suddenly I'm the bad guy here, while a child is crying with her coat on and her bitch of a mother is rushing us.
They should be thankful I was willing to sit down to a movie, but when this child acts up, I don't want to be 20 feet of her. So then we decide not to go, Psycho-sis gets mad saying again she only had "3 hours of sleep" and tries to start so shit with me. Mom gets all mad and then I offer to stay at home while the two of them go shopping (Why waste 25-30 bucks over tickets and popcorn?), but then Psycho-sis gets real pissed saying I'm not a real uncle and I'm not welcomed at her house for christmas and then storms off with baby-girl to go back home, another weekend wasted.
I sit there in the living room pissed, mom storms off in her room for a moment. Ten minutes go by and she comes back with tears in her eyes...
"Oh, fuck." I wanted to say...
"I don't know why you alienate yourself from your sister..." She starts...
"...She the only family you got..." Sobbing continues...
"...One day I'm going to be gone and you two will only have each other..."
God Damn, why does she have to me feel like I'm the guilty one!?!?!?
OBVIOUSLY that bitch must of have been doing SOMETHING bad (Drugs, Drinking, All-Out Orgy, who-the-fuck-knows?) last night and she got all bitchy because she actually had to wake up before noon for once.
I don't like it when she takes things out on that child, spanking her and yelling at her was wrong.
So I'm not a good uncle anymore?, well fuck her and her child.
Mom said her peace then left me alone again. I pounded the table in disgust and then put my coat on and left the house. I took two buses up to Throgs Neck, and visited Saint Raymond's Cematery, again. I told myself not to visit Deidre too often, it takes a lot out of me when I see her on her birthday...
I just let the tears come out...
"You were the only one who understood me..."
I stood there and sobbed for ten minutes...
I really, really, hate this time of year...
It's been like this since god knows when...
We have so many fights christmas day, I always stay home or storm off somewhere, everybody makes me the fucking bad guy.
This year is no diffrent, Christmas day I'm going to see the Harry Potter movie, by myself, in an empty movie theater...MOM can go to Psycho-sis's house and open presents with baby-girl...it'll be just another fuckin' day, end of story.
I came home all cried out and emotionally drained.
Mom looked at "Forrest Gump" on cable and I went in my room...
I wanted to smash every fucking thing in sight. Just take a bat to everything, the TV, the computer, my bookcase, everything! Why does that happen? Why is it when people (Black people in general) get some angry they want to break their OWN shit? What is that?
Back when I had a PS2, I used to play this game "Bloodrayne 2" (Which has already inspired a movie that I can't WAIT to see by the way!) the first couple of levels started you off in a mansion, and everything was so detailed, Big Screen TV's, fancy chairs, tables and junk, and I would just take the two blades she was armed with and TEAR the place apart! No advancing through the game, just destroying every inanimate object in sight for that first level...it felt good.
That's why I support these violent video games, any inteligent person knows it ain't real...it's a form of relase for ADULTS who can afford thse games, they ain't supposed to be played by kids!
But that's another rant entirely for another day...
one more week and this bullshit's over.
John Spencer - R.I.P.
I'm a BIG "West Wing" fan and this is just a shock to me...
He had bit roles in "The Rock" and "The Negotiator", he even won an emmy for best supportive role. I wonder what will happen to the show now...
"He's a chicken I tell ya! A Giant Chicken!"
The transit strike didn't happen, yet SO I went to work like it was a normal day. This week Christmas Bonuses were given out to IPS's elite employees. The bonus is just a couple more hundred bucks ($100-$300 extra depending on the job), barely noticeable. This year my name wasn't on the list to recieve one but my supervisor called Seacacus and got them to fix their oversight. I was touched. I'm not used to someone going to bat for me putting in the extra word.
To me, a job's a job, you go there, do what you have to do, if it gets done correctly and on time, you get the standard "Job well done.." and move on to the next assignment, you know? James Bond style...that's how I see it? You think he gets a christmas bonus?, nah, he just enjoys the perks that comes with the job. So, seeing mr. "stick in his butt" get me that bonus, that, that was deep...
Things are getting back to normal again, everybody was in a good mood so of course somebody had recommend we do a secret santa in the office. I HATE these things! I have had very bad expirences with secret santas, so much so I'll explain them soon in a post. I mean there's only five of us at this place and any moment we're going to the UN, what if we get split up? I begged to be excluded, and with some hesitation, they agreed to leave me out of it. It may seem like I'm a scrooge or a grinch, but I REALLY, REALLY HATE secret santas, there's something out there new called a "White Elephant" that my PSP Meetup Group was doing and I didn't bother to attend. At a White Elephant you bring a random gift and then there's a number drawing to see who gets a gift in what order, then it gets complicated after that, the rules are so bizzare. Oh, well, no secret santas, no white elephants, no su su's, no football pools, goddamnit nothing! Just leave me out of it!
Now on to the Posting Title...
Tonight there was an Adult FriendFinder group meeting at a bar called "Sams". I REALLY wanted to go, to meet people and all that, but as usual with most of my 1st time meetups...I chickened out...I'm such a hypocrite, I talk all this trash about wanting meet someone and at the first sign of interaction, I choke. *SIGH* I'll try to make the next one in Janurary, or maybe try to find some cool New Year's Eve orgy-type event to attend...There's still the NYC Blogger's X-mas party next week on the 21st, I will DEFINATELY go to that (ahem, may, 80%, almost certantly, ah, heh, heh, heh, heh...)
I know I missed the HNT post this past thursday, I wanted to do a classic tribute to Chasey Lain, but just didn't have time (My choices recently haven't been popular anyways...).
So that about wraps things up...
The contest winners have yet to be announced, so when I know ya'll will know, there are a bit of deep dramatic postings comming soon, tomorrow would have been Dee-Dee's 31st Birthday, So I'm having one of my "Batman" moments...there are somethings I'm leaving out that I'll reveal with time, the 20th is also coming up in which I finally reveal how a stupid ass gets himself fired from the greatest job he ever had. Stick around for that...and coming at the end of the year (I just came up with this cool idea...), I'm going to go over ALL the famous lines and song lyrics my posting titles have come from! That's right In case you've been missing the in-jokes or whatever, I'm revealing the source of every title I've used so that should be fun...
Stay tuned, people!
P.S. The new Mary J. Blige album is slamming!
To me, a job's a job, you go there, do what you have to do, if it gets done correctly and on time, you get the standard "Job well done.." and move on to the next assignment, you know? James Bond style...that's how I see it? You think he gets a christmas bonus?, nah, he just enjoys the perks that comes with the job. So, seeing mr. "stick in his butt" get me that bonus, that, that was deep...
Things are getting back to normal again, everybody was in a good mood so of course somebody had recommend we do a secret santa in the office. I HATE these things! I have had very bad expirences with secret santas, so much so I'll explain them soon in a post. I mean there's only five of us at this place and any moment we're going to the UN, what if we get split up? I begged to be excluded, and with some hesitation, they agreed to leave me out of it. It may seem like I'm a scrooge or a grinch, but I REALLY, REALLY HATE secret santas, there's something out there new called a "White Elephant" that my PSP Meetup Group was doing and I didn't bother to attend. At a White Elephant you bring a random gift and then there's a number drawing to see who gets a gift in what order, then it gets complicated after that, the rules are so bizzare. Oh, well, no secret santas, no white elephants, no su su's, no football pools, goddamnit nothing! Just leave me out of it!
Now on to the Posting Title...
Tonight there was an Adult FriendFinder group meeting at a bar called "Sams". I REALLY wanted to go, to meet people and all that, but as usual with most of my 1st time meetups...I chickened out...I'm such a hypocrite, I talk all this trash about wanting meet someone and at the first sign of interaction, I choke. *SIGH* I'll try to make the next one in Janurary, or maybe try to find some cool New Year's Eve orgy-type event to attend...There's still the NYC Blogger's X-mas party next week on the 21st, I will DEFINATELY go to that (ahem, may, 80%, almost certantly, ah, heh, heh, heh, heh...)
I know I missed the HNT post this past thursday, I wanted to do a classic tribute to Chasey Lain, but just didn't have time (My choices recently haven't been popular anyways...).
So that about wraps things up...
The contest winners have yet to be announced, so when I know ya'll will know, there are a bit of deep dramatic postings comming soon, tomorrow would have been Dee-Dee's 31st Birthday, So I'm having one of my "Batman" moments...there are somethings I'm leaving out that I'll reveal with time, the 20th is also coming up in which I finally reveal how a stupid ass gets himself fired from the greatest job he ever had. Stick around for that...and coming at the end of the year (I just came up with this cool idea...), I'm going to go over ALL the famous lines and song lyrics my posting titles have come from! That's right In case you've been missing the in-jokes or whatever, I'm revealing the source of every title I've used so that should be fun...
Stay tuned, people!
P.S. The new Mary J. Blige album is slamming!
"The winner...of this year's American Idol...IS...going to be announced AFTER these Messages!!!"...*GASP*!!
Don't you hate when Ryan Seacrest does that S**t?!?!?!
As if my nerves aren't already shot! The judges of the contest are still making their decision. I got an email saying I may have to wait at least a week before the winners are announced!
Somebody SHOOT ME!
As if my nerves aren't already shot! The judges of the contest are still making their decision. I got an email saying I may have to wait at least a week before the winners are announced!
Somebody SHOOT ME!
"The night b4 my s*** Dropped"
Excuse the title, it's from a rap song by Rampage The Last Boyscout (Of Busta Rhymes' FLIPMODE SQUAD) about the night before his 1st album comes out...
I figured it'd be the perfect title for tonight...
Waiting moments before your life could be changed drastically, how do people do it!
chain smoking?, nail bitting?, drinking coffee all night cause your too nervious to sleep!?
*SIGH*
Win or Lose...1st Place or 10th...Grand Prize or nada, I'll have the satisfaction of knowing that my work is capable of impressing hollywood-type professionals...and I can only get better.
CALL NUMBERS will be a reality one day...
wish me luck, and check out http://www.thescreenwriterdig.com/index.html tommorrow...
I figured it'd be the perfect title for tonight...
Waiting moments before your life could be changed drastically, how do people do it!
chain smoking?, nail bitting?, drinking coffee all night cause your too nervious to sleep!?
*SIGH*
Win or Lose...1st Place or 10th...Grand Prize or nada, I'll have the satisfaction of knowing that my work is capable of impressing hollywood-type professionals...and I can only get better.
CALL NUMBERS will be a reality one day...
wish me luck, and check out http://www.thescreenwriterdig.com/index.html tommorrow...
"BABIES!!!...They're Babies!....ARRRGH!"
Once again, the supervisor called in, and once again, my fellow co-workers drove me crazy. I mean, damn man, we'd been at this new place for about three weeks and the minute the boss goes away that means playtime is here?!?!?
Fuck, I was so pissed yesterday, I almost did blog entry entitled "Adventures in Babysitting".
The team is me and three other women, one from the UN assignment. The original team was us 2 from the UN, a hindu Data-Entry clerk (A guy) and a female Quality Checker from the previous project in this area last year. The QC'er is a bit of a motormouth, but I do the best to ignore her and just scan. When the supervisor (The one with the stick in his @$$) goes to lunch, motormouth takes this time to talk shit, gossip, and flirt with "HADJI" from Johnny Quest (I know I'm wrong, but bear with me here...). THEN after Thanksgiving, HADJI disappears. Called in said he had some stomach virus, and never came back (Motormouth probably scared him off...) So with the team short a member, we were asked if we knew anyone to replace the guy, suprise, suprise...motormouth put one of her friends on. At first I didn't give a damn (Hell, she even had the perfect first name...mine! well, middle name actually), a week goes by, she learns the ropes, but still chit-chats with motormouth when the supervisor goes to lunch.
SO, to recap, supervisor in the office, Things are quiet, work goes smooth...Supervisor goes to lunch, Blah, blah, blah, not TOO big a deal (We only get 30 minute breaks...) fast-forward a couple weeks down the road to yesterday, the supervisor calls in, apparently sick...hell breaks fuckin loose! Suddenly, the two ladies (Motormouth and The New Rookie) don't know how to do shit, the work flow gets messed up, I can't scan a complete box to save my life, now...My UN co-worker (Who was like a Second-in-Command back then...) tries to step in keep things in order, but it's not the same. Motormouth turns back time and becomes a kindergardner and I'm left trying not to pull my hair out at the end of the day (Is it any wonder I got so picture silly when I closed up?!?!?!?...BTW if ya'll missed my "Screwface" pic that I took off, TOO BAD!!!...LOL, it was kinda funny...)
Now, ONE day of this made me annoyed...TWO days is pissing me off, come tomorrow, he don't show and the same bullshit happens, I'm walkin off...
I'm the only scanner they have on that team, I walk away, THEY DON'T WORK, period.
Damn, man...we were so close to going back to the UN, when the hell is that going to happen?!?!?!?
Fuck, I was so pissed yesterday, I almost did blog entry entitled "Adventures in Babysitting".
The team is me and three other women, one from the UN assignment. The original team was us 2 from the UN, a hindu Data-Entry clerk (A guy) and a female Quality Checker from the previous project in this area last year. The QC'er is a bit of a motormouth, but I do the best to ignore her and just scan. When the supervisor (The one with the stick in his @$$) goes to lunch, motormouth takes this time to talk shit, gossip, and flirt with "HADJI" from Johnny Quest (I know I'm wrong, but bear with me here...). THEN after Thanksgiving, HADJI disappears. Called in said he had some stomach virus, and never came back (Motormouth probably scared him off...) So with the team short a member, we were asked if we knew anyone to replace the guy, suprise, suprise...motormouth put one of her friends on. At first I didn't give a damn (Hell, she even had the perfect first name...mine! well, middle name actually), a week goes by, she learns the ropes, but still chit-chats with motormouth when the supervisor goes to lunch.
SO, to recap, supervisor in the office, Things are quiet, work goes smooth...Supervisor goes to lunch, Blah, blah, blah, not TOO big a deal (We only get 30 minute breaks...) fast-forward a couple weeks down the road to yesterday, the supervisor calls in, apparently sick...hell breaks fuckin loose! Suddenly, the two ladies (Motormouth and The New Rookie) don't know how to do shit, the work flow gets messed up, I can't scan a complete box to save my life, now...My UN co-worker (Who was like a Second-in-Command back then...) tries to step in keep things in order, but it's not the same. Motormouth turns back time and becomes a kindergardner and I'm left trying not to pull my hair out at the end of the day (Is it any wonder I got so picture silly when I closed up?!?!?!?...BTW if ya'll missed my "Screwface" pic that I took off, TOO BAD!!!...LOL, it was kinda funny...)
Now, ONE day of this made me annoyed...TWO days is pissing me off, come tomorrow, he don't show and the same bullshit happens, I'm walkin off...
I'm the only scanner they have on that team, I walk away, THEY DON'T WORK, period.
Damn, man...we were so close to going back to the UN, when the hell is that going to happen?!?!?!?
"Sweet Tart Super Spy"
This is me doing my best Sean Connery 007 pose. You really can't see the raised eyebrow and the "chicken-skin" forearms and ashy elbows are really nasty...
As for the candy, I'm know in the office circles as "The Sweet-Tart Man" offering energy perks at the most needed times (The 3pm slowdown, the 10:45am Eye-Opener...), they are my trademark.
It was a slow day at work, the boss called in, and I had to lock up, so I took a moment to get silly for a bit...
A timeless classic finally comes to the silver screen...
My inner child has just started to hold it's breath till Feburary...
"The experiment: JOE ADULTERER"
I’m planning to do this one day…
The ultimate social experiment on women. A test to see how much they like forbidden fruit. This would be a great reality TV show.
A single guy wears a fake wedding band and pretends to be married while dating other women. They should have like 6 guys do it for different results. If the women actually go along with it for awhile, then the cat comes out of the bag, and then we’ll see if forbidden fruit has its appeal.
Three years ago, I’d told myself I’d actually do this when I turn 30, but now that I’m living with my mom, it’d be too hard (or would it?). I should try to do it next year… or try to get that TV idea out there so someone else could do it…
“There’s something I need to tell you…”
“…I am NOT really married. I just pretended to be married to get with you…”
*SLAP!*
The ultimate social experiment on women. A test to see how much they like forbidden fruit. This would be a great reality TV show.
A single guy wears a fake wedding band and pretends to be married while dating other women. They should have like 6 guys do it for different results. If the women actually go along with it for awhile, then the cat comes out of the bag, and then we’ll see if forbidden fruit has its appeal.
Three years ago, I’d told myself I’d actually do this when I turn 30, but now that I’m living with my mom, it’d be too hard (or would it?). I should try to do it next year… or try to get that TV idea out there so someone else could do it…
“There’s something I need to tell you…”
“…I am NOT really married. I just pretended to be married to get with you…”
*SLAP!*
"This has been one of the most magical evenings of my life....I'm Horny....I don't know what you just said, but I'm sure it was beautiful."
Psst...C'mere, yeah you! (Waves) Come here, I gotta tell you a lil' secret....I WANT TO HAVE SEX!...I want ROOM SERVICE!!!!, I want the CLUB SANDWICH!!!, and a Ten Thousand dollar a night HOOKER!, damn! Is that so much to ask?!?!? You mean to tell me that in the city that never sleeps, a 5'10, 275 pound moutain of granite like me can't find a decient source of casual sex?!?
Okay, yeah, maybe I don't go out much, but then again, WHERE the hell am I supposed to go?...I need morpheous to show me the damn door!
I mean, damn...a routine weekday night after work should go like this...
6PM/6:30PM...I arrive at her place with chinese, pizza, Mickey D's, or even Boston Freakin' Market in my hand...
ME:"Hey, honey, I brought dinner over..."
HER:"Great, now I don't have to cook!, You're so thoughtful!"
ME:"S'nothin'...How was work?" (Yeah, I actually wanna know...)
(We talk about work, her job, then mine, looking at "The Simpsons" (6:30-7PM)...she fools around with my pants and procedes to give me some head...we take a break, alternate between looking at "Access Hollywood" & "ET" at the same time, 8pm Rolls by, If monday night football comes on, you leave me alone, if NEXT TOP MODEL comes on, I leave YOU alone, if nothing we both enjoy comes on, I massage your feet a little and then go down on you for awhile...after a movie (rented or on Cable), LOST, or CSI, or ULTIMATE HUSTLER, or MAKING THE BAND 3...come 11pm we have hot, pasionate, sweaty, jungle sex, then I take off like Batman seeing the Batsignal little after midnight.
BOOM, there it is in a nutshell, the perfect routine, this done three times outta the week, life can be worth living.
This can't be too hard, people...what, women don't want the homebody boyfriend anymore, one they can keep tabs on instead of blowing up the cell phone, two-way, pager, or sidekick!...And I'm not saying I'll be the homebody, I won't, I love to go out, shit!
See, I've been patient for too long, now...I been mending a broken heart, trying to get my shit together, but now time have changed. I'm living alone anymore, I don't have my space like I did...between work and home, I'm living in a cage, and I have to break free, if only for a moment.
SO, if that requires me to occassional step out, and pay 150-200 dollars to have sex in a hotel room with a stranger, then that's what I gotta do!
Temptation is gettin the best of me again, damn CRAIGSLIST...It's addictive like CRACK, man!
I'm not goin out with using the wonder-palm! I've been seeing too much softporn on cinemax to get sex out of my mind (I mean, how many times must "Spider-Babe" come on!?!?!?).
Everyone may think it's a pride thing, that I'm too good to do that or whatever, lord knows women seem to be doing more than men these days! I choose to stay fustrated like this, I can't help it.
I AM getting help, though...a group on Adult FriendFinder's is having a party next week, a chance to meet someone just as pissed off as I am and try to do something about it...
I'd like some input on this, thou...is it me? and I wrong for being like this, is what I asked up above too hard to do? Hollar at me, dog!
Okay, yeah, maybe I don't go out much, but then again, WHERE the hell am I supposed to go?...I need morpheous to show me the damn door!
I mean, damn...a routine weekday night after work should go like this...
6PM/6:30PM...I arrive at her place with chinese, pizza, Mickey D's, or even Boston Freakin' Market in my hand...
ME:"Hey, honey, I brought dinner over..."
HER:"Great, now I don't have to cook!, You're so thoughtful!"
ME:"S'nothin'...How was work?" (Yeah, I actually wanna know...)
(We talk about work, her job, then mine, looking at "The Simpsons" (6:30-7PM)...she fools around with my pants and procedes to give me some head...we take a break, alternate between looking at "Access Hollywood" & "ET" at the same time, 8pm Rolls by, If monday night football comes on, you leave me alone, if NEXT TOP MODEL comes on, I leave YOU alone, if nothing we both enjoy comes on, I massage your feet a little and then go down on you for awhile...after a movie (rented or on Cable), LOST, or CSI, or ULTIMATE HUSTLER, or MAKING THE BAND 3...come 11pm we have hot, pasionate, sweaty, jungle sex, then I take off like Batman seeing the Batsignal little after midnight.
BOOM, there it is in a nutshell, the perfect routine, this done three times outta the week, life can be worth living.
This can't be too hard, people...what, women don't want the homebody boyfriend anymore, one they can keep tabs on instead of blowing up the cell phone, two-way, pager, or sidekick!...And I'm not saying I'll be the homebody, I won't, I love to go out, shit!
See, I've been patient for too long, now...I been mending a broken heart, trying to get my shit together, but now time have changed. I'm living alone anymore, I don't have my space like I did...between work and home, I'm living in a cage, and I have to break free, if only for a moment.
SO, if that requires me to occassional step out, and pay 150-200 dollars to have sex in a hotel room with a stranger, then that's what I gotta do!
Temptation is gettin the best of me again, damn CRAIGSLIST...It's addictive like CRACK, man!
I'm not goin out with using the wonder-palm! I've been seeing too much softporn on cinemax to get sex out of my mind (I mean, how many times must "Spider-Babe" come on!?!?!?).
Everyone may think it's a pride thing, that I'm too good to do that or whatever, lord knows women seem to be doing more than men these days! I choose to stay fustrated like this, I can't help it.
I AM getting help, though...a group on Adult FriendFinder's is having a party next week, a chance to meet someone just as pissed off as I am and try to do something about it...
I'd like some input on this, thou...is it me? and I wrong for being like this, is what I asked up above too hard to do? Hollar at me, dog!
"This is some Bull..."
You remember back in the old days, when it snowed and the news announced that the schools were closed and you'd be all happy about staying home...
Today, it snowed this morning...third time this week...with my stomach feeling better, I grumble myself together to go to work. Meanwhile, MOM gets a call from her office in jersey...she got the day off! What kind of reversal is that!...So not fair!!!
*SIGHS*
The snow was slush by the afternoon so I decided to rent some movies for the weekend.
Summer hits just released on DVD, "Fantastic Four" and "Mr. and Mrs. Smith"...
Isn't it ironic that Vince Vaughn and Brad Pitt were working together in the same movie? He ditches Jennifer to go with Angelina and Vinny gets Brad's leftovers...small world.
I'm trying to get back into writing while holding my breath waiting for this screenwriter contest. I got this new printer from ebay finally that can do duplex printing so, I'm getting ready. I wanna get the word about the "Call Numbers" Blog out there, too...
maybe do a little self-advertising...
Weekend promises to be hell, mom wants to go shopping down at Canal Street, boy is she asking for trouble...I'm going to check out queens to find this new place I'll be going to after my assignment finishes up at wall street. Some weird UN warehouse-thingy should be too hard to find...
The new scanning assignment will last all winter, Till April so I'm set...I really should look into taking some classes for anything over the weekend.
I just don't know WHAT to DO with my life...
Till I find out, ya'll stay slushy!
PEACE!
Today, it snowed this morning...third time this week...with my stomach feeling better, I grumble myself together to go to work. Meanwhile, MOM gets a call from her office in jersey...she got the day off! What kind of reversal is that!...So not fair!!!
*SIGHS*
The snow was slush by the afternoon so I decided to rent some movies for the weekend.
Summer hits just released on DVD, "Fantastic Four" and "Mr. and Mrs. Smith"...
Isn't it ironic that Vince Vaughn and Brad Pitt were working together in the same movie? He ditches Jennifer to go with Angelina and Vinny gets Brad's leftovers...small world.
I'm trying to get back into writing while holding my breath waiting for this screenwriter contest. I got this new printer from ebay finally that can do duplex printing so, I'm getting ready. I wanna get the word about the "Call Numbers" Blog out there, too...
maybe do a little self-advertising...
Weekend promises to be hell, mom wants to go shopping down at Canal Street, boy is she asking for trouble...I'm going to check out queens to find this new place I'll be going to after my assignment finishes up at wall street. Some weird UN warehouse-thingy should be too hard to find...
The new scanning assignment will last all winter, Till April so I'm set...I really should look into taking some classes for anything over the weekend.
I just don't know WHAT to DO with my life...
Till I find out, ya'll stay slushy!
PEACE!
HNT:Minka, check out those Won-Ton's!
Measurements: 70HH-22-35...that says it all...She is hiding two midgets in that top!
"Oh, Danny Boooooy!, The Pipes, the Pipes..."
I don't know why I get so gullible around this time of year. Yesterday on the job we get yet another visit from the head honcho, Cathy Still-can't-Remember-her-Last-Name on yet another "Job well done" with finishing a special set of boxes by the deadline the day before (Peace of cake, we just came in and stayed an extra hour and skipped lunch, working our asses off for 9 hours straight!). SO as a reward, we were all given Russell Stover super-rich Christmas Candy Chocolates. HERE'S where I went wrong! I got so caught up and flattered by the gesture, I didn't think about the reward itself. Four tiny pieces of exotic chocolate did a NUMBER on my stomach and digestive system! When I got home I was in the bathroom all night praying to every god I knew, Jesus, Buddah, Allah, Spongebob, SOMEBODY KILL ME, the pain...the pipes, man, the pipes! Food went through me like it was on a Slip and Slide!
This happens every damn christmas! People passing around year old european chocolate with enough kick to rival DRAINO! Why do I DO these things! I spent the evening lying in bed shivering, swearing never to eat anything from a box with a bow on it ever again.
This happens every damn christmas! People passing around year old european chocolate with enough kick to rival DRAINO! Why do I DO these things! I spent the evening lying in bed shivering, swearing never to eat anything from a box with a bow on it ever again.
"It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas..."
4am, Still up...Eagles play Seattle monday night so I don't to worry bout missing any football sunday, I could actually go out and do something. I look out my window, and the sky is white, I poke my head to the window and look out to the street...there's a thin layer of snow on the sidewalk! In the words of Michaelangelo I screamed "Bodacious!!!...SNOW!!!!" The first snow of the 2006 winter in New York City! We're expecting only a light dusting today, the real storm's coming monday night into tuesday, then IT's ON! Imma try to get some pics out there while doing other stuff...
Stay frosty!
Stay frosty!
"Stakeout."
Saw "Aeon Flux" last night, it was okay. Charlize "I'm-South-African-Damnit" Thereon did her best TRINITY impression, but the movie dragged a bit. It didn't have that much action than I expected, sort of like Jet Li's "Unleashed". It tried to be a post-apocalyptic sci-fi drama rather than a kick-ass, shoot-em up action flick. It has it's moments and it was true to cartoon that it was based on, but that's it.
I got home at 11pm so I missed out if the neighbors were doing the nasty again at around 9:30...
If this becomes an embrassing problem, I'm not sure how to handle it.
Maybe go upstairs and leave a bottle of WD-40 at their door with a note that says "We can hear you..."
But then I ask myself, what would I REALLY do if MOM wasn't here?
Answer:Go the rooftop across the street with telescope, a camera, and black tarp for some G.I. Joe-type spy mission! ARE YOU KIDDIN'? I'd be like richard dryfuss and emilio estevez up in that piece, STAKEOUT!...or like the HBO show "The Wire"! This is a skyscraper occupant's dream to see someone across the way having sex!
This is not the first time the people upstairs have made their lives public to us. A couple of years ago, we could of swore the husband was beating his wife. They would have some FIERCE arguments, man! They'll also frequent church goers because every damn sunday morning, I'd hear "Clip-Clops" of high heels walking around loud as hell.
So this sex thing, is just one more headache in a long history of incidents.
In other news, I just got word from Seacacus...my next scanning assignment is with some familar clients from this past summer...that's right the UNITED NATIONS once again! This time, thank goodness, it's not at the UN Building over at 42nd and 1st Avenue. No, cat and kittens, I's heading across the east river to Queens! Long Island City to be exact. Just one stop over on the E train and I should be there. Piece of cake, even though I've never been...
We're expected to report over there on December 12th, but there's still a lot to be done for Guardian at Wall Street, so it's anybody's guess what's gonna happen. We have a deadline, and they need the best...ME! Looks like it time to exploit for some overtime...yeah, baby, CH-CHING!
What else is going on?...Oh, yeah the new blogs! You heard right, in light of "CALL NUMBERS" attracting attention, I'm making a new blog of short stories written by Mr. Sincere Smith. I'm developing the format as we speak (or as you read this...) for a few stories that are already done. I'm leaning towards a chapter a day for 5 days (Mon-Fri), a new story every couple of weeks. The title of the blog will be from a Reading Textbook I had in school called "TEN TIMES ROUND". Anybody remember that schoolbook from like 4th grade?!? I'll let ya know when it's online...
And also, as promised, I'm starting to go all around the city with my digital camera taking pictures! For a blog I would of liked to called "SHUTTERBLOG". But the name was taken so I had to come up with the next best thing and call it "Shutterblog:New York City" So um, look for that, both new blogs will be under new ID's, Shutterblog:NYC is under a new nickname, "usagi111" which is one of my oldest nicks of all time anyway.
So, feel free to take a peek, let me know what ya think, excuse the dark pictures if any, I'm kinda new to this digital photography thing, and I'll keep exploring the city.
PEACE!!!
I got home at 11pm so I missed out if the neighbors were doing the nasty again at around 9:30...
If this becomes an embrassing problem, I'm not sure how to handle it.
Maybe go upstairs and leave a bottle of WD-40 at their door with a note that says "We can hear you..."
But then I ask myself, what would I REALLY do if MOM wasn't here?
Answer:Go the rooftop across the street with telescope, a camera, and black tarp for some G.I. Joe-type spy mission! ARE YOU KIDDIN'? I'd be like richard dryfuss and emilio estevez up in that piece, STAKEOUT!...or like the HBO show "The Wire"! This is a skyscraper occupant's dream to see someone across the way having sex!
This is not the first time the people upstairs have made their lives public to us. A couple of years ago, we could of swore the husband was beating his wife. They would have some FIERCE arguments, man! They'll also frequent church goers because every damn sunday morning, I'd hear "Clip-Clops" of high heels walking around loud as hell.
So this sex thing, is just one more headache in a long history of incidents.
In other news, I just got word from Seacacus...my next scanning assignment is with some familar clients from this past summer...that's right the UNITED NATIONS once again! This time, thank goodness, it's not at the UN Building over at 42nd and 1st Avenue. No, cat and kittens, I's heading across the east river to Queens! Long Island City to be exact. Just one stop over on the E train and I should be there. Piece of cake, even though I've never been...
We're expected to report over there on December 12th, but there's still a lot to be done for Guardian at Wall Street, so it's anybody's guess what's gonna happen. We have a deadline, and they need the best...ME! Looks like it time to exploit for some overtime...yeah, baby, CH-CHING!
What else is going on?...Oh, yeah the new blogs! You heard right, in light of "CALL NUMBERS" attracting attention, I'm making a new blog of short stories written by Mr. Sincere Smith. I'm developing the format as we speak (or as you read this...) for a few stories that are already done. I'm leaning towards a chapter a day for 5 days (Mon-Fri), a new story every couple of weeks. The title of the blog will be from a Reading Textbook I had in school called "TEN TIMES ROUND". Anybody remember that schoolbook from like 4th grade?!? I'll let ya know when it's online...
And also, as promised, I'm starting to go all around the city with my digital camera taking pictures! For a blog I would of liked to called "SHUTTERBLOG". But the name was taken so I had to come up with the next best thing and call it "Shutterblog:New York City" So um, look for that, both new blogs will be under new ID's, Shutterblog:NYC is under a new nickname, "usagi111" which is one of my oldest nicks of all time anyway.
So, feel free to take a peek, let me know what ya think, excuse the dark pictures if any, I'm kinda new to this digital photography thing, and I'll keep exploring the city.
PEACE!!!
UPDATE: "CALL NUMBERS" makes the TOP 10!!!!!
OHMIGOD!!!!! I CAN'T BULIEVE IT!!!! I feel like I'm on American Idol!!! I'm in the TOP 10! The TOP TEN!!!!....AAAAAHHHHHHHH, I'm goin INSANE!!!!!, I CAN'T BREATHE, I CAN'T BREATHE!!!....*HUFF*, *HUFF*, *HUFF*.....Whoooo...."Take it DOWN a notch, scotty BOY!"
I'm in the top ten, and that alone entitles me to a prize of an undisclosed amount of MONEY, OH-MY-FREAKIN'-GOD!!!! It could be 500 dollars, it could be 50!, I wouldn't care...I AM IN THE TOP 10!!!
The grand prize winners will be announced on December 15th, GOD I DON'T I CAN WAIT THAT LONG!!!
I'm goin' to faint, now...
I'm in the top ten, and that alone entitles me to a prize of an undisclosed amount of MONEY, OH-MY-FREAKIN'-GOD!!!! It could be 500 dollars, it could be 50!, I wouldn't care...I AM IN THE TOP 10!!!
The grand prize winners will be announced on December 15th, GOD I DON'T I CAN WAIT THAT LONG!!!
I'm goin' to faint, now...
"Yo! Imagine finding THIS during a blackout..."
When I saw this I nearly fell outta the chair I was sitting on!
"Aw shit, the lights went out, dude look for the flashlight..."
"I think I got it right here...wait, why is it covered with this special cap?"
"Er, um"
"Let me unscrew it for a second..."
"NO!, DON'T!!!"
"WHAT THE F@CK IS THIS, SON?!"
"Aw shit, the lights went out, dude look for the flashlight..."
"I think I got it right here...wait, why is it covered with this special cap?"
"Er, um"
"Let me unscrew it for a second..."
"NO!, DON'T!!!"
"WHAT THE F@CK IS THIS, SON?!"
"HNT:Thank God is Friday...On Half Nekkid Thurdsay!"
Linda Friday...What can you say about a woman who tattoos a big "F" on her Nether Region. It's like Superman with that big "S" on his chest...same thing applies here, people! Friday is my kind of super hero, because you KNOW what that "F" stands for!
"Do you hear that?!?!?"
God, sometimes super hearing can be a curse. Last night “LOST” was on, right…It’s one of the few shows that Me and MOM look at together. So around 9:40, I start hearing this crazy light squeaking, like mice or something. Now, we have two cats in the house, so mice would be pretty damn stupid to fool around here. It was real soft and you’d wouldn’t hear under normal circumstances, be me and my Wolverine senses, it was like blowing a dog whistle. So I start searching the room for the source…I check the closet, the radiator, the dressers, everywhere. Then after a moment, it stops. Then towards the very end (What an ending, by the way! I haven’t gasped like that since the light turned on in the hatch when Locke was freaking out!...just one word on a computer screen…”DAD?”…goosebumps!) the squeaking starts again, and now MOM can hear it because I muted the TV. We’re scratching our heads like crazy, when suddenly it hits me like lightning….our upstairs neighbors are having sex! OH MY GOD!!! How crazy IS that! Bedsprings that actually squeak, and WHO HAS SEX WHILE “LOST” IS ON IN THE FIRST PLACE! Obviously, their not fan of the show…but now me and mom are in a dilemma.
Mom being the pig-headed one does the obvious, she pulled out her curtain pole and TAPPED THE CEILING! I grabbed the pole and asked her, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!??!” The squeaking went on and off a few more times then stopped at around 10:15
Come tonight at the same time, “CSI”’s a repeat thank goodness, at the same time, we hear it again! This is too embarrassing to believe! I have a bad feeling MOM’s going to do something very stupid soon.
Mom being the pig-headed one does the obvious, she pulled out her curtain pole and TAPPED THE CEILING! I grabbed the pole and asked her, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!??!” The squeaking went on and off a few more times then stopped at around 10:15
Come tonight at the same time, “CSI”’s a repeat thank goodness, at the same time, we hear it again! This is too embarrassing to believe! I have a bad feeling MOM’s going to do something very stupid soon.
"Well it's not like spotting a bad Toupe"
And now for a couple of updates…
I joined Adult FriendFinder.com. In the past, I’ve tried Yahoo! Personals and Ads on Craigslist to no avail, this site is a bit more direct. Basically, it’s a place where people that want to have sex immediately find each other. It’s also a great source of amateur nude pics of boobs. I joined for a 3 month trial that end around February. I’ve been making contacts, browsing chatrooms, yadda, yadda, yadda…any interesting encounters will definitely be posted.
I think I fall in love too easily. I’ve been reading some new blogs, and there are some fine ladies around this area that I wish I could meet!
One girl, Negrita Linda, (See blogs on the right side..) is downright cute, but there’s just one problem…She’s a Lesbian. I noticed something. Latina lesbos are always fine as hell. Other lesbians, are big, butch and husky…or petite, skinny and opinionated when their White (Rosie O’Donnell & Ellen), Black Lesbians are pretty, yet strong (Sheryl Swoops), Asian Lesbians are also big, but can still be feminine (Margaret Cho?), but every PR lesbian I know is pretty, and it makes wanna say “Damn, what a waste!”.
Another blogger’s post had me in stitches all day today. She was traveling by plane for the holidays when one of her bags got jostled and out popped a dildo! I read the account and just died laughing. Then I go to work and I start thinking of that “Seinfeld” episode when Jerry’s dating a virgin (Jane Jeeves from “Fraiser”) and Elaine tells that story about her Diaphragm popping out of her purse. Could you imagine if it was a dildo and was telling that story?
So, I’m at work, substituting the words on my own and cracking myself up as I’m working. Everyone’s looking at me like I’m crazy or something.
I’m thinking about this girl’s blog every minute and I’m falling in love with her! And I haven’t even met her, crazy!
Then there’s someone I’m having IM chats on occasion that I met through a chat room in Adult FriendFinder. We’re practically identical personality wise, but she doesn’t pic, yet so there’s no way I’ll meet someone sight unseen.
But all this happening now of all times, December is usually my moment of withdrawing socially from anything. When I take time and reflect. So many somber anniversaries. Normally, I’d hate this time of year, but it’s not too late…
Something life altering bound to happen sooner or later.
I joined Adult FriendFinder.com. In the past, I’ve tried Yahoo! Personals and Ads on Craigslist to no avail, this site is a bit more direct. Basically, it’s a place where people that want to have sex immediately find each other. It’s also a great source of amateur nude pics of boobs. I joined for a 3 month trial that end around February. I’ve been making contacts, browsing chatrooms, yadda, yadda, yadda…any interesting encounters will definitely be posted.
I think I fall in love too easily. I’ve been reading some new blogs, and there are some fine ladies around this area that I wish I could meet!
One girl, Negrita Linda, (See blogs on the right side..) is downright cute, but there’s just one problem…She’s a Lesbian. I noticed something. Latina lesbos are always fine as hell. Other lesbians, are big, butch and husky…or petite, skinny and opinionated when their White (Rosie O’Donnell & Ellen), Black Lesbians are pretty, yet strong (Sheryl Swoops), Asian Lesbians are also big, but can still be feminine (Margaret Cho?), but every PR lesbian I know is pretty, and it makes wanna say “Damn, what a waste!”.
Another blogger’s post had me in stitches all day today. She was traveling by plane for the holidays when one of her bags got jostled and out popped a dildo! I read the account and just died laughing. Then I go to work and I start thinking of that “Seinfeld” episode when Jerry’s dating a virgin (Jane Jeeves from “Fraiser”) and Elaine tells that story about her Diaphragm popping out of her purse. Could you imagine if it was a dildo and was telling that story?
So, I’m at work, substituting the words on my own and cracking myself up as I’m working. Everyone’s looking at me like I’m crazy or something.
I’m thinking about this girl’s blog every minute and I’m falling in love with her! And I haven’t even met her, crazy!
Then there’s someone I’m having IM chats on occasion that I met through a chat room in Adult FriendFinder. We’re practically identical personality wise, but she doesn’t pic, yet so there’s no way I’ll meet someone sight unseen.
But all this happening now of all times, December is usually my moment of withdrawing socially from anything. When I take time and reflect. So many somber anniversaries. Normally, I’d hate this time of year, but it’s not too late…
Something life altering bound to happen sooner or later.
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