8:42pm.
I'm coming in from outside after eating Lunch/Dinner and I step in the office lounge where some other co-workers are chillin.
Suddenly my cell phone beeps with a Text-Message alert.
I open it quickly, semi-embarrassed I didn't put it on vibrate and check the message.
It's a Picture Message (Nothing freaky, jus her in a doorway smiling at the camera.)
I sigh to myself and melt for a moment, then gather my composure as my co-workers start to notice me...
One asks "What was THAT all about?"
And I shrugged it off and said "Nothing."
So, the another decides to ask...
"Hey Les, what'd you have for lunch?"
And I go BLANK!
*Duuhhhhhhhhhhh*
I COULD NOT REMEMBER to save my LIFE!
The last half hour, forgotten by a simple picture on a phone!
OMG I am so STOOPID into this GIRL!
I was gonna embed the "Clumsy" song from Fergie on this post, but Blogmusik was going under maintenance.
In other news, I sorta became PE#1 (Public Enemy #1) on the network due to some comments I made (In a fit of rage) in responding to a post Demeaning Men. I flipped out and Pulled a "Kramer" after someone stated that "Most women are content with having Small Boobs and Flat Booties" (The original post was a "SIZE" issue if you catch my drift...)
So, I (in a fit of rage, without thinking, oh lemme not make excuses...) replied back simply stating "Yeah, WHITE GIRLS!".
Boom, and all of sudden, I'm Archie Bunker or George Jefferson.
First off, If I offended any of ya'll reading, I apologize, I know PLENTY of white women that are STACKED both ways (Pamela Anderson, Dolly Parton, Drew Barrymore, the Judds (Wyonna and the other one...))
At the moment of the response, I had Paris Hilton, The Olsten Twins, Kate Moss, and all them Skinny Chicks in mind.
The responses were unkind, but limited as compared to a full blitz of stones tossed.
A lotta people warned me about Speaking your Mind in the Message Boards...
It took awhile, but the Post that STARTED it all was removed by moderators, but NOT because of the taunt to the men out there, but due to MY comments that apparently sparked a controversy.
I was given a warning, next time, I might get banned.
*Sigh*
I guess I needed a reason to take a break anyway...
But SHE suggested that I jus grow a Thick Skin and be careful next time while still hitting the chatrooms (She misses me so much, she needs me there every night!)
She said I was too sensitive anyway like it was a direct attack towards me, but I was responding for ALL Men out there!
There are some things you DON'T JOKE about, damnit!
Well, I'm not gonna get into specifics here...
Jus expect a lil more activity now...
Maybe I'll do a few TMI Tuesday Quizzes or something...
Or if anyone has any cool blog topic suggestion (I know, I'll do more pictures!) feel free to drop in some input in the 'ol Suggestion Box!
TOODLES!
(Yes, I'm saying "Toodles" instead of "Peace" now, I'm not soft I'm IN LOVE, Damnit!, leave me alone!)
"You got me trippin, stumbling, flippin, fumbling..."
"Mr. and Mrs. Smith"
Okay Okay!, I'm here okay!?!?
I'm SOOREE, If I happened to be a BIT Preoccupied!
But in the words of Peter Parker in Spider Man 3....
"The suit...the power....It FEELS GOOD!"
I've been on this other network all hours of the day and night, reading Message Board Posts, caming and chatting...and romancing with a special someone. (Tee, hee, hee)
OMIGOD, I can't BEGIN to tell you how we're doing...
AND I'm NOT!
I've learned my lesson from last time, no matter how good this is looking (AND IT'S LOOKING SO GOOD, TOO!) I'm NOT revealing ANYTHING on this blog unless it happened weeks ago...and even THEN, I'll be vague!
Anyhoo....
I literally TEAR myself away for the moment to do an update post...
1)Baby Girl is back from North Carolina! And the poor pudgy boo-boo gained 13 pounds tipping the scales at Jaw Dropping 106! Psycho-Lesbo-Sis was NOT happy at all by that recent predicament.
2)The weight thing however didn't stop her from throwing yet again another outdoor oriented "High School Musical 2" themed Birthday Party this past weekend (The 25th). The lil' one turned 9, and even though I wasn't able to attend due to work, with my burned DVD of the movie "Bratz" (Boy wasn't THAT a box office BOMB!) and CD's of the "HSM 2 Soundtrack" I did my fair share of help.
3)Mom renewed the LEASE of the place for 2 more years...come the end of 2009...our situations have to be improved a bit or else it's time to go our separate ways. I only point this out because this school thing was really my last shot and trying make things better and now that's been shot to hell, I'm finally starting to be afraid of my future...
4)Meanwhile things couldn't be any EASIER for Psycho-Lesbo-Sis...she finally finalized an apartment deal in a new high-story complex where she and Baby-Girl will share a one bedroom apartment on the 22nd floor somewhere closer in the bronx with Section-8 paying the ENTIRE share of the rent (Fuckin' sonovabitch!).
Okay, so, that's about up to date as things are...
Once again, I apologize for the inactivity...
Sooner or later, I'll Detox from....this other site and be back to normal...
As for my cyber-freaking and Fone-Boneing (See "Careless Whisper" post!)
Um, I'm SORRY! I can't promise you nothing there!!!
The post title would suggest how our relationship is goin...
Hot and Heavy, Fast Paced, Out of Control!
We know so very little about each other, but we're CRAZY FOR EACH OTHER!
Call it MAD LOVE if you will...
Like HarleyQuinn and The Joker...
We've had some spats, but made up just as fast...and I'm walking in a mine field trying not to fuck this up so quick.
But Mark your calender cats and kittens...October 12 to 19th, She's coming to NYC!
and all we have planned so far is an innocent Afternoon Picnic...
BUT!!!
As of this morning...
The TEST of WILLS has begun!
Me, being the gentleman I AM, have NO plans, intentions or agendas of...how do you say..."Tappin dat Ass" as soon as she arrives.
I want to take it SLOW...Despite the growing amount of Phone Sex we're having!
My chastity will NOT allow me to be overtaken by my primal urges...She's starting to mean THAT much to me.
And not prejudging her, but early indications are leaning toward her thinking otherwise if our first encounter goes well...
Translation:If she's feeling me when we meet...It's ON!
She had made it clear via "Tara Reid-I'mma RAPE ME some MEN" hint-wise...
If she wants it, she will BREAK me, and have her way with me...
And I may be all like "Begone! Impure Thoughts, Begone, Impure Thoughts!, Thou shat not TEMPT me, Satan!, No, No, No!" fighting it all the way to the bedroom...
I do not plan to yield!
I...I...care for her TOO much.
I won't make this turn into a "Boy in every Port" fling...
HOWever, in the long run...will this work if we both fall for each other?
"A 1000 Words"
Normally I don't do picture posts despite pleas from KimmyK to take zillions of pictures around the city. All that hard work and no one comments on them. But in light of recent events it would take my mind off things...
The Workload. Boxes lined up in the middle of the room as we take batch by batch and scan them!
At my Desk. Instead of a cubicle, we have long connected desks with machines on them, working side by side, elbow to elbow...
The Water Truck. Ever wondered how all those trees and potted plants hung on the lamp posts ever get watered? Why the use the Watering Truck of course! It drives around the city on its route watering the plants one at a time.
You wouldn't believe how many times The CHRYSLER Building gets mistaken for the EMPIRE STATE Building, only a TRUE New Yorker can tell the difference!
This sign is posted at a nearby building...I wonder what could be so secretive about a building that would require SUCH high surveillance. Could it be an CIA Shadow-Ops facility?
Waiting for the bus going home at The HBO Building on 6th Avenue. It's NOT TV, It's HBO!
Riding the Bus home after a long evening...
And Finally, a pic in the hallway near the steps.
The Workload. Boxes lined up in the middle of the room as we take batch by batch and scan them!
At my Desk. Instead of a cubicle, we have long connected desks with machines on them, working side by side, elbow to elbow...
The Water Truck. Ever wondered how all those trees and potted plants hung on the lamp posts ever get watered? Why the use the Watering Truck of course! It drives around the city on its route watering the plants one at a time.
You wouldn't believe how many times The CHRYSLER Building gets mistaken for the EMPIRE STATE Building, only a TRUE New Yorker can tell the difference!
This sign is posted at a nearby building...I wonder what could be so secretive about a building that would require SUCH high surveillance. Could it be an CIA Shadow-Ops facility?
Waiting for the bus going home at The HBO Building on 6th Avenue. It's NOT TV, It's HBO!
Riding the Bus home after a long evening...
And Finally, a pic in the hallway near the steps.
"Dreams Die"
"You know, you've got this.. fantasy in your head about gettin outta the life and, settin the corporate world on its ear...
What the FUCK you gonna do except hustle?"
It is over, before it began.
Hey, I know it's been awhile...what can I say?
Once again, I'm seriously thinking of walking away from all this.
I don't know if I can keep on rattling on disappointment after disappointment.
Within the next 2 years, something drastic has to happen or...
*sigh*...I don't even know anymore.
Anyway, I finally went to see the admissions counselor to do my Financial Aid and it turns out, that for a single, male, over the age of 25...I made enough money in 2006 to pay for college WITHOUT any help from the government.
THAT'S A BIG FAT ZERO.
Nada
Nilch
Bubkes
"Ya' on yer own, sport!"
So what other options were there?
Stafford Loans, some other loan, and a Salle Mae Loan which my credit wasn't good enough to qualify for without a co-signer.
THIS mind you all calculating for the FIRST TWO semesters/One Year and then come next year I'd have to apply again and depending on if I made MORE or LESS money THIS year compared to last, I'd probably get denied again and HAVE to take out MORE loans...
I mean, we're talking 32,000-38,000 dollars in loans here.
That
Is
A
Big
Hole.
The school is a nice institution, something I could have used back in '93 when I was fresh outta High School, but now...
I can't do it.
Even with a promise of a high-paying job, I'm not going Balls Deep into Debt without ANY fucking help from...
I told the guy, I'd talk to my mom about co-signing the Salle Mae loan, but I knew right there and then I wasn't coming back.
I went back home, brought a medium pizza from Dominoes and sulked the rest of the day away...
Guess it was a good thing I never took the tour of the school...it doesn't hurt that much.
When I told MOM the news she couldn't help to point out that this was The Second time I tried to go back and got caught up in the money aspect. I had forgotten all about the Chubb Institute...
She can REALLY kick someone when their down...
*sigh*
It looked good in the beginning, but as it drew closer I jus didn't see it happening anyway.
Like LUKE and YODA in 'Empire'...
"I Don't...I don't believe it!"
"That...Is why you Fail."
Switch it over to Ving Rhames in 'Pulp Fiction'
"WHAT NOW?, I tell ya What Now?"...
I've counted 382 hours so far working on this job since May, 500 and I'm on the payroll. That won't get me a raise, but at least I'll get paid holidays (Thanksgiving and Christmas), so 120 or so hours at 35 a week adds up to about one more month, end of September or Early October at the latest. Then I got a 3 month Probation Period, if that goes good I become legit and get my first raise, then we talk Yearly Reviews which lead to a raise each year depending on performance.
I stick it out and see what's what, god forbid.
MOM's getting older and getting pissed with her job and I'm starting to see some gray hairs at the sides of her temples...
All she wants to do is quit her job, take care of kids at home and wait for Social Security to kick in at 60(?).
As much as we're dependent on each other, I'm starting to realize it'd be better if I just leave her to enjoy her final years stress free without me.
I'll be 32 next year and my life just has no meaning...
I'm as hopeless and unobjective as I was after High School.
I jus gotta live things Day to Day...
I leave now, quoting the everlasting wisdom of Marge Simpson...
"Aim low, kids...So low no one will notice it when you fail, if you're looking for butter it's underneath my face."
What the FUCK you gonna do except hustle?"
It is over, before it began.
Hey, I know it's been awhile...what can I say?
Once again, I'm seriously thinking of walking away from all this.
I don't know if I can keep on rattling on disappointment after disappointment.
Within the next 2 years, something drastic has to happen or...
*sigh*...I don't even know anymore.
Anyway, I finally went to see the admissions counselor to do my Financial Aid and it turns out, that for a single, male, over the age of 25...I made enough money in 2006 to pay for college WITHOUT any help from the government.
THAT'S A BIG FAT ZERO.
Nada
Nilch
Bubkes
"Ya' on yer own, sport!"
So what other options were there?
Stafford Loans, some other loan, and a Salle Mae Loan which my credit wasn't good enough to qualify for without a co-signer.
THIS mind you all calculating for the FIRST TWO semesters/One Year and then come next year I'd have to apply again and depending on if I made MORE or LESS money THIS year compared to last, I'd probably get denied again and HAVE to take out MORE loans...
I mean, we're talking 32,000-38,000 dollars in loans here.
That
Is
A
Big
Hole.
The school is a nice institution, something I could have used back in '93 when I was fresh outta High School, but now...
I can't do it.
Even with a promise of a high-paying job, I'm not going Balls Deep into Debt without ANY fucking help from...
I told the guy, I'd talk to my mom about co-signing the Salle Mae loan, but I knew right there and then I wasn't coming back.
I went back home, brought a medium pizza from Dominoes and sulked the rest of the day away...
Guess it was a good thing I never took the tour of the school...it doesn't hurt that much.
When I told MOM the news she couldn't help to point out that this was The Second time I tried to go back and got caught up in the money aspect. I had forgotten all about the Chubb Institute...
She can REALLY kick someone when their down...
*sigh*
It looked good in the beginning, but as it drew closer I jus didn't see it happening anyway.
Like LUKE and YODA in 'Empire'...
"I Don't...I don't believe it!"
"That...Is why you Fail."
Switch it over to Ving Rhames in 'Pulp Fiction'
"WHAT NOW?, I tell ya What Now?"...
I've counted 382 hours so far working on this job since May, 500 and I'm on the payroll. That won't get me a raise, but at least I'll get paid holidays (Thanksgiving and Christmas), so 120 or so hours at 35 a week adds up to about one more month, end of September or Early October at the latest. Then I got a 3 month Probation Period, if that goes good I become legit and get my first raise, then we talk Yearly Reviews which lead to a raise each year depending on performance.
I stick it out and see what's what, god forbid.
MOM's getting older and getting pissed with her job and I'm starting to see some gray hairs at the sides of her temples...
All she wants to do is quit her job, take care of kids at home and wait for Social Security to kick in at 60(?).
As much as we're dependent on each other, I'm starting to realize it'd be better if I just leave her to enjoy her final years stress free without me.
I'll be 32 next year and my life just has no meaning...
I'm as hopeless and unobjective as I was after High School.
I jus gotta live things Day to Day...
I leave now, quoting the everlasting wisdom of Marge Simpson...
"Aim low, kids...So low no one will notice it when you fail, if you're looking for butter it's underneath my face."
"Careless Whisper..."
She called at 4:10am.
We had been chatting online thru yahoo for like two hours before then.
Comparing recent erotic dreams and fantasies we've been having about each other.
The exchange usually led to additional episodes of mental imagery whist in slumber, which was an early sign of mutual admiration.
I had previously called her at 10pm, only to receive her voicemail as she was partaking in a long distance call to her family here in New York City.
She was planning the early stages of her trip, which I can only will be Very, Very Soon.
So after leaving the message on her voicemail, I moved on to the network chatroom we both patron every night.
We had arrived mere seconds apart, justifying how in sync we appear to be.
She appraised me of her situation (the call.) and eventually went "idle" within the room, while I did my best to entertain the situation.
After her call was completed, she suggested that we retire from the room and go to Yahoo to chat 1-to-1.
She didn't have to tell me twice!
So, back to 4:10am.
The cell phone vibrated, and I answered.
It was so nice to hear her sexy voice again...
We kept the conversation light as I queried the well-being of her recuperating mother (Who she was attending to) as well as herself. I let her tell me about her family in the city, absorbing every detail possible and recording it for mental storage.
Throughout the conversation, she had to occasionally stretch and adjust herself due to constraints to her back from her massive bosoms. The moans and grunts grew intense at time and they were starting to arouse me endlessly.
It became quiet between us and I couldn't help to ponder What Exactly could she be doing at her side...
So the conversation to a slight segue to masturbation.
She was very understanding with this topic as I confessed to her that some of these fantasies I've been recently developing has resulted in me experiencing some "Release Therapy".
The talk had once again stirred a rise outta me along with her fits of moaning and adjusting.
As the night slowly turned to daybreak, I outright asked her about her thoughts and actions at the moment.
Our voices dwindled to mere whispers as it soon became apparent, and I couldn't resist temptation anymore myself.
Soon, our soft outbursts started to answer each other...
"Your condition must be contagious" I joked as I countered her erotic moans with my own.
"What are YOU doing?" she would ask, and I'd reply innocently, "Nothing." and then she'd replied "I don't believe you!"
The playful banter went back and forth as both our moans grew louder and intense.
Aside from the grunts, we spoke in barely audible whispers...
"What are you doing?" she'd ask again...
"Nothing" I attempted to reply innocently...
"Ok, maybe I'm doing SOMEthing." I finally admitted.
Whether she wanted to disclose or not, I KNEW it was mutual.
Our moans of desire sang to each other. We went back and forth at a steady pace, building to the momentarily climax!
In the heat of passion and at her mercy, I whispered her name over and over again, willing myself to her submission...until I couldn't take it anymore!
My explosion came with a satisfying grunt and I became slowly drained.
I sighed her name one last time and she giggled...
"I'm so sticky..." I whispered.
She acknowledged me with an inaudible response.
"I LIKE you so much, I'm SO feeling you..." I poured my heart out to her...
It was 6:10am, the sun with beginning to brighten the horizon sky and I felt so tired.
"I'm going to sleep, now." I announced, "I'm gonna have another dream about you."
"And then?" asked.
"Then I might take care of myself again..."
We laughed at the private joke.
"You my Heart, mami..." I said aloud.
"When I say that, I hope you know what that really means..."
"I do." she answered.
"I'm gonna go now." I said, not really knowing how to end the conversation...
"okay" she said.
"Bye" I said.
She giggled and said "Bye."
I clicked my cell closed, and let my hand go limp and fall to the bed.
My eyes fixed on the ceiling, my body relaxed and exhausted...all except one part.
Who was still erect and on attention.
Still...hungry.
Hungry for more.
My eyes slowly closed and I fell asleep.
Still Hungry.
We had been chatting online thru yahoo for like two hours before then.
Comparing recent erotic dreams and fantasies we've been having about each other.
The exchange usually led to additional episodes of mental imagery whist in slumber, which was an early sign of mutual admiration.
I had previously called her at 10pm, only to receive her voicemail as she was partaking in a long distance call to her family here in New York City.
She was planning the early stages of her trip, which I can only will be Very, Very Soon.
So after leaving the message on her voicemail, I moved on to the network chatroom we both patron every night.
We had arrived mere seconds apart, justifying how in sync we appear to be.
She appraised me of her situation (the call.) and eventually went "idle" within the room, while I did my best to entertain the situation.
After her call was completed, she suggested that we retire from the room and go to Yahoo to chat 1-to-1.
She didn't have to tell me twice!
So, back to 4:10am.
The cell phone vibrated, and I answered.
It was so nice to hear her sexy voice again...
We kept the conversation light as I queried the well-being of her recuperating mother (Who she was attending to) as well as herself. I let her tell me about her family in the city, absorbing every detail possible and recording it for mental storage.
Throughout the conversation, she had to occasionally stretch and adjust herself due to constraints to her back from her massive bosoms. The moans and grunts grew intense at time and they were starting to arouse me endlessly.
It became quiet between us and I couldn't help to ponder What Exactly could she be doing at her side...
So the conversation to a slight segue to masturbation.
She was very understanding with this topic as I confessed to her that some of these fantasies I've been recently developing has resulted in me experiencing some "Release Therapy".
The talk had once again stirred a rise outta me along with her fits of moaning and adjusting.
As the night slowly turned to daybreak, I outright asked her about her thoughts and actions at the moment.
Our voices dwindled to mere whispers as it soon became apparent, and I couldn't resist temptation anymore myself.
Soon, our soft outbursts started to answer each other...
"Your condition must be contagious" I joked as I countered her erotic moans with my own.
"What are YOU doing?" she would ask, and I'd reply innocently, "Nothing." and then she'd replied "I don't believe you!"
The playful banter went back and forth as both our moans grew louder and intense.
Aside from the grunts, we spoke in barely audible whispers...
"What are you doing?" she'd ask again...
"Nothing" I attempted to reply innocently...
"Ok, maybe I'm doing SOMEthing." I finally admitted.
Whether she wanted to disclose or not, I KNEW it was mutual.
Our moans of desire sang to each other. We went back and forth at a steady pace, building to the momentarily climax!
In the heat of passion and at her mercy, I whispered her name over and over again, willing myself to her submission...until I couldn't take it anymore!
My explosion came with a satisfying grunt and I became slowly drained.
I sighed her name one last time and she giggled...
"I'm so sticky..." I whispered.
She acknowledged me with an inaudible response.
"I LIKE you so much, I'm SO feeling you..." I poured my heart out to her...
It was 6:10am, the sun with beginning to brighten the horizon sky and I felt so tired.
"I'm going to sleep, now." I announced, "I'm gonna have another dream about you."
"And then?" asked.
"Then I might take care of myself again..."
We laughed at the private joke.
"You my Heart, mami..." I said aloud.
"When I say that, I hope you know what that really means..."
"I do." she answered.
"I'm gonna go now." I said, not really knowing how to end the conversation...
"okay" she said.
"Bye" I said.
She giggled and said "Bye."
I clicked my cell closed, and let my hand go limp and fall to the bed.
My eyes fixed on the ceiling, my body relaxed and exhausted...all except one part.
Who was still erect and on attention.
Still...hungry.
Hungry for more.
My eyes slowly closed and I fell asleep.
Still Hungry.
"Games people Play"
What's the number one issue among relationships today...
PHONE TAG!!!!
Gaddamit of a cross, why the f*ck can't woman pickup the phone and call someone OR stay the hell put and be there to receive a call!
Damnit I SHOULDN'T EVEN be POSTING this on HERE!
I'm NOT GIVING YA'LL MORE INFO to mess this up!!!!
Jus SHUT-It-Up-SHUT-it-APP-SHAT-IT-UPPPPP!
*POUNDING PILLOW on the Bed*
AAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
WOMEN!!!!
PHONE TAG!!!!
Gaddamit of a cross, why the f*ck can't woman pickup the phone and call someone OR stay the hell put and be there to receive a call!
Damnit I SHOULDN'T EVEN be POSTING this on HERE!
I'm NOT GIVING YA'LL MORE INFO to mess this up!!!!
Jus SHUT-It-Up-SHUT-it-APP-SHAT-IT-UPPPPP!
*POUNDING PILLOW on the Bed*
AAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
WOMEN!!!!
"Collision Course"
There are 3 railroad tracks in my head.
Each of them carries a Multi-car train led by a Locomotive going 80 miles per hour.
Track one: The Girl - Been talking to her online non-stop, shared secrets, divulged personal information, talked on the phone and even had a dream about her once. She in turn is going thru the same thing on her side...we're so sprung over each other it borderlining on scary. Now, you'd think my stupid ass would LEARN from LEELOO and shut the hell up about the developing possible relationship...But, I can't...I Got it BAD, Damnit!
Track two: The School - There's been...A DEVELOPMENT. Admissions have tried to contact my High School for proof I graduated (Transcript, Diploma, etc...) but there's been no reply...The DAMN SCHOOL is closed for renovation, WTF! I was contacted and told, I haven't been accepted yet (Despite a form letter I received about classes starting Sept. 4th) that I would need to send them something. With my diploma still in limbo, all I had was an incomplete copy of my Transcript that only reads 38 (of 40) credits. I faxed that over to them and then received a letter supposedly accepting me finally, but there's a good chance it's not official yet. All this going on and I've yet to start the whole damn financial aid process! The more I try to visualize this happening, the more it appears that it's NOT gonna happen.
Track three: The Job - I'm the last of the Mohicians. This month so far, three co-workers have had their Evaluation Reviews (followed by a raise probably) and one made her 500 hour commitment to GoodTemps thus has been hired on permanently. I'm the last temp there and may break 500 by Late September early October tops. Should I stay the course and hope this stays stable for a couple of years and THEN think about school? There's been a development that intrigues me. The 3rd Shift have become an Running Gag of the company. Everyone sees them as this "Breakfast Club" bunch of misfits and fuck-ups that can't even scan the simplest jobs correctly. They're regarded as a laughing stock, but then everyone gets pissed when they have fix their work. They have developed a reputation so large, if a important rush job comes in during the evening they are instructed NOT to touch. So what I'm thinking is, if 3rd Shift is such a group of idiots, why don't they fire them all and start fresh?!?!? Find a candidate from 1st or 2nd shift and ask them to transfer over and restart a new crew. But then they say "They don't wanna fire them all, some of them know people, their jus old people or people with other jobs", making all sorts of excuses, and plus, nobody wants to leave their shift. All this, I can't help thinking..."I can do it..." We'll see what happens when I make my 500 hours...
So all that's on my mind...I'm on the verge on burning myself out. With so much going on and the impeding...September promises to be an interesting month.
Each of them carries a Multi-car train led by a Locomotive going 80 miles per hour.
Track one: The Girl - Been talking to her online non-stop, shared secrets, divulged personal information, talked on the phone and even had a dream about her once. She in turn is going thru the same thing on her side...we're so sprung over each other it borderlining on scary. Now, you'd think my stupid ass would LEARN from LEELOO and shut the hell up about the developing possible relationship...But, I can't...I Got it BAD, Damnit!
Track two: The School - There's been...A DEVELOPMENT. Admissions have tried to contact my High School for proof I graduated (Transcript, Diploma, etc...) but there's been no reply...The DAMN SCHOOL is closed for renovation, WTF! I was contacted and told, I haven't been accepted yet (Despite a form letter I received about classes starting Sept. 4th) that I would need to send them something. With my diploma still in limbo, all I had was an incomplete copy of my Transcript that only reads 38 (of 40) credits. I faxed that over to them and then received a letter supposedly accepting me finally, but there's a good chance it's not official yet. All this going on and I've yet to start the whole damn financial aid process! The more I try to visualize this happening, the more it appears that it's NOT gonna happen.
Track three: The Job - I'm the last of the Mohicians. This month so far, three co-workers have had their Evaluation Reviews (followed by a raise probably) and one made her 500 hour commitment to GoodTemps thus has been hired on permanently. I'm the last temp there and may break 500 by Late September early October tops. Should I stay the course and hope this stays stable for a couple of years and THEN think about school? There's been a development that intrigues me. The 3rd Shift have become an Running Gag of the company. Everyone sees them as this "Breakfast Club" bunch of misfits and fuck-ups that can't even scan the simplest jobs correctly. They're regarded as a laughing stock, but then everyone gets pissed when they have fix their work. They have developed a reputation so large, if a important rush job comes in during the evening they are instructed NOT to touch. So what I'm thinking is, if 3rd Shift is such a group of idiots, why don't they fire them all and start fresh?!?!? Find a candidate from 1st or 2nd shift and ask them to transfer over and restart a new crew. But then they say "They don't wanna fire them all, some of them know people, their jus old people or people with other jobs", making all sorts of excuses, and plus, nobody wants to leave their shift. All this, I can't help thinking..."I can do it..." We'll see what happens when I make my 500 hours...
So all that's on my mind...I'm on the verge on burning myself out. With so much going on and the impeding...September promises to be an interesting month.
"History."
I'm only saying this once, and then I'm done with this whole damn issue...
The ONLY reason why everyone's so pissed that BONDS surpassed Aaron with 756 Despite the Steroids issue is because he's BLACK.
If it'd be José Canseco or Mark McGuire they'd be adopted as American's Second Son.
If Sosa was getting close, they would have deported his ass back to DR or the government would have stepped in and declared him an enemy of the state.
If Frank Thomas somehow got close, they would have dug up some steroid shit on him (Nobody even CARES whether he shot up or not...)
Manny Ramirez or A-Rod, Same thing, something would come up.
And this ain't even NEW!!!
You think when Aaron SET the record, all those white people were happy he was breaking Babe Ruth's 714? Aaron got death threats and all kinds of hell, BUT there was nothing they could do to TAINT the achievement on...damnit if they didn't TRY thou.
It's the way things are now, I hate to say it.
Bonds need to retire after this, tour Africa, get a big ass parade (ala Ali becoming World Champion) and withdraw from the public light. He probably won't get in the Hall of Fame, and I KNOW they gonna wanna put an Asterisk next to his final number of Home Runs, but you know what? It don't matter...
The negro did the damn thing!
You can't take it away from him, no matter how much you want to.
End of story.
And Another thing!...THE ONLY reason why Aaron himself is denouncing Bonds on some Black on Black crime tip is he's getting pressured to speak out against him by the white baseball officials or he'd probably lose his position in the Atlanta Braves Management.
Deep down inside he don't give a F*ck what Bonds was pumping, Records are made to get broken...Deal with it!
*Slams the mic down on the floor and steps off his Soapbox*
"Been so LOOOONG!...Tag! I'm IT!!!"
Courtesy of KimmyK
5 Things in my refrigerator:
1. Pitcher of Kool-aid
2. Minute Maid Tropical Punch
3. Six Bottle of Poland Spring Water
4. 2 Cans of Canada Dry Ginger Ale
5. A stick of Butter
5 Things in my car: (Don't have a car so I'mma list 5 annoying things in a typical subway car...)
1. An Asswipe with a 10-Speed
2. 40 Bad Ass Teenagers on a YMCA Day Camp trip
3. Some jerk-off who's eating a full course meal of fast food, smelling up the damn car making everybody hungry
4. At least 4 HUGE baby strollers that take up too much space anywhere
5. Four lame-ass Street Dancer, 3 Corny ass African Drum Players, a husband and wife couple that play the piano and flute and start their song..."It ain't no joke, man we Broke!" AND at least 20 sorry ass beggars that if they were barefoot and given a pair of fuckin shoes would STILL be barefoot the next day cuz they sold those shoes for drugs or alcohol!
5 Things in my purse or backpack: (I have unisex man-purse thingy that came from MOM's sewing kit, I BORROWED it when I was going thru Metal Detectors at the UN)
1. 6 SD Memory Cards for my MP3 Player
2. A Rubber Thimble
3. A staple remover that looks a Pen Knife that we Nickname "A Shovel"
4. 3 Pens
5. 2 AAA batteries
5 Things in my closet:
1. Boxes of Comic Books and Important Papers (Paytsubs from jobs, Tax Returns, etc...)
2. An unopened bottle of Trimspa to signify it's failure and my failed attempt
3. My Fedora I have yet to wear preserved in a Hat Box(I'm waiting to rock it when I'm 40)
4. My Busted Ass Air Conditioner from when I lived in the Bronx and it was cool to have one, but can't use in THIS building cuz they'll Jack up the rent 300 more a month!
5. 6 pairs of Handcuffs (Don't Ask)
5 Things in the world I want to see before I die:
1. Baby Girl Graduate from College
2. The Eagles win the Super Bowl
3. The Oakland A's with the World Series
4. The sun rise in Africa
5. The Pilot episode of "Call Numbers" premiere on Network Television (and maybe a "Bionic Six" Live Action Film)
5 People to Tag: (nobody, the ones I would pick have been tagged or wouldn't do it)
1.
2.
3.
4.
5.
5 Things in my refrigerator:
1. Pitcher of Kool-aid
2. Minute Maid Tropical Punch
3. Six Bottle of Poland Spring Water
4. 2 Cans of Canada Dry Ginger Ale
5. A stick of Butter
5 Things in my car: (Don't have a car so I'mma list 5 annoying things in a typical subway car...)
1. An Asswipe with a 10-Speed
2. 40 Bad Ass Teenagers on a YMCA Day Camp trip
3. Some jerk-off who's eating a full course meal of fast food, smelling up the damn car making everybody hungry
4. At least 4 HUGE baby strollers that take up too much space anywhere
5. Four lame-ass Street Dancer, 3 Corny ass African Drum Players, a husband and wife couple that play the piano and flute and start their song..."It ain't no joke, man we Broke!" AND at least 20 sorry ass beggars that if they were barefoot and given a pair of fuckin shoes would STILL be barefoot the next day cuz they sold those shoes for drugs or alcohol!
5 Things in my purse or backpack: (I have unisex man-purse thingy that came from MOM's sewing kit, I BORROWED it when I was going thru Metal Detectors at the UN)
1. 6 SD Memory Cards for my MP3 Player
2. A Rubber Thimble
3. A staple remover that looks a Pen Knife that we Nickname "A Shovel"
4. 3 Pens
5. 2 AAA batteries
5 Things in my closet:
1. Boxes of Comic Books and Important Papers (Paytsubs from jobs, Tax Returns, etc...)
2. An unopened bottle of Trimspa to signify it's failure and my failed attempt
3. My Fedora I have yet to wear preserved in a Hat Box(I'm waiting to rock it when I'm 40)
4. My Busted Ass Air Conditioner from when I lived in the Bronx and it was cool to have one, but can't use in THIS building cuz they'll Jack up the rent 300 more a month!
5. 6 pairs of Handcuffs (Don't Ask)
5 Things in the world I want to see before I die:
1. Baby Girl Graduate from College
2. The Eagles win the Super Bowl
3. The Oakland A's with the World Series
4. The sun rise in Africa
5. The Pilot episode of "Call Numbers" premiere on Network Television (and maybe a "Bionic Six" Live Action Film)
5 People to Tag: (nobody, the ones I would pick have been tagged or wouldn't do it)
1.
2.
3.
4.
5.
"...but unfortunately I need someone who can do this under 60 seconds!"
As if things weren't complicated enough...there's more.
Aside from my late night online addiction, I've recently received a Letter from the School I'm trying to go back to...
Apparently, I'm In.
Classes Start September 4th (SO SOON!?!?!?) and I gotta get some items together if I'm gonna make it that first day.
Providing now, how we're IN AUGUST! Less than 30 days here!
The Clock IS Ticking.
Take a WILD guess what these items are!
1. 150 Deposit towards tuition and books
2. My Immunization Medical Records or form that state I've had my shots recently.
3. My High School Transcript
and
4. My High School Diploma (WHICH I STILL CAN'T FIND!!!)
Oh Shit.
The letter doesn't even mention, But I'm sure I'll need to have my Financial Aid paperwork completed too!
Damn, how can they jus SPRING this on a brother!
So now, I'm tearing the house apart, trying to find everything and going crazy...
Somebody please pray for me!
Aside from my late night online addiction, I've recently received a Letter from the School I'm trying to go back to...
Apparently, I'm In.
Classes Start September 4th (SO SOON!?!?!?) and I gotta get some items together if I'm gonna make it that first day.
Providing now, how we're IN AUGUST! Less than 30 days here!
The Clock IS Ticking.
Take a WILD guess what these items are!
1. 150 Deposit towards tuition and books
2. My Immunization Medical Records or form that state I've had my shots recently.
3. My High School Transcript
and
4. My High School Diploma (WHICH I STILL CAN'T FIND!!!)
Oh Shit.
The letter doesn't even mention, But I'm sure I'll need to have my Financial Aid paperwork completed too!
Damn, how can they jus SPRING this on a brother!
So now, I'm tearing the house apart, trying to find everything and going crazy...
Somebody please pray for me!
"Call me Jason Borne becuase now you see me, now you Don't!!"
Hi.
Yeah, I know I've been slackin off lately on the posts, but damn, I can't help it.
To quote Amy Whinehouse...
"I'd rather have myself and smoke my homegrown
Its got me addicted, does more than any dick did"
'cept that last bit on the end there (Oooh, she so NASTY, I LOVE IT!...LOL!)
And my addiction of choice you might ask?
Damnit, I'm not going to tell you!
Well, at least not until this next harlot comes into my life and rips my heart out a new one...
Jus like Fling.com, and AdultFriendFinder, and Wildmatch.com, yadda, yadda, yadda...
OOOhhh, This lovely down in Miami is SO VERY GADDAMN FINE!!!!
And YES KimmyK I got that damn Will Smith song in my head now, THANK YOU very much!
I can tell she's outta my league, thou...she's jus TOO DAMN FINE!
And once again I'm reminded of Sean Kingston's song...
"You're just too Beauuuuuuutiful Girl, That's why it'll never work."
We're doing the convo thing, planing a get together when she eventually decides to visit New York apparently next month (She got fam here...) we seem to have a lot in common that it's scary (I know I say that shit about everyone I try to hook up with...) but as this is going on...other haters within the chat community are trying to vie for her attention...calling her out and trying lock her down for their own.
And she's not even being committal to anyone, she jus talking and showing love.
But some men get all gassed up, act a fool and think they can tell a girl what to do and who to talk to...
And THAT what separates the MEN from these inginit ass BOYZ!
So, I'm buying my time, laying in the cut and we'll see who's left standing when the dust settles...
So, the minute I get home these days, I'm off to the races and checking nowhere else...
Reading no blogs, not even using StumbleUpon anymore!...
I'm jus CHILLIN!
I've even attached a MIC so I can talk! (and ya'll know I hate the sound of my voice!)
Chatting, caming, till damn near the sun comes up around 5am
Which is starting to take it's toll, cuz I'm nodding off at work!
The moment of truth will be here soon enough thou...
Till then, I'm planning of making a new section for the left panel of "Greatest or Memorable Posts"
"The Best of Fraiser Craine" you might say...
Some fuller material to re-read or re-live till I get back on track.
Ciao Bella!
Yeah, I know I've been slackin off lately on the posts, but damn, I can't help it.
To quote Amy Whinehouse...
"I'd rather have myself and smoke my homegrown
Its got me addicted, does more than any dick did"
'cept that last bit on the end there (Oooh, she so NASTY, I LOVE IT!...LOL!)
And my addiction of choice you might ask?
Damnit, I'm not going to tell you!
Well, at least not until this next harlot comes into my life and rips my heart out a new one...
Jus like Fling.com, and AdultFriendFinder, and Wildmatch.com, yadda, yadda, yadda...
OOOhhh, This lovely down in Miami is SO VERY GADDAMN FINE!!!!
And YES KimmyK I got that damn Will Smith song in my head now, THANK YOU very much!
I can tell she's outta my league, thou...she's jus TOO DAMN FINE!
And once again I'm reminded of Sean Kingston's song...
"You're just too Beauuuuuuutiful Girl, That's why it'll never work."
We're doing the convo thing, planing a get together when she eventually decides to visit New York apparently next month (She got fam here...) we seem to have a lot in common that it's scary (I know I say that shit about everyone I try to hook up with...) but as this is going on...other haters within the chat community are trying to vie for her attention...calling her out and trying lock her down for their own.
And she's not even being committal to anyone, she jus talking and showing love.
But some men get all gassed up, act a fool and think they can tell a girl what to do and who to talk to...
And THAT what separates the MEN from these inginit ass BOYZ!
So, I'm buying my time, laying in the cut and we'll see who's left standing when the dust settles...
So, the minute I get home these days, I'm off to the races and checking nowhere else...
Reading no blogs, not even using StumbleUpon anymore!...
I'm jus CHILLIN!
I've even attached a MIC so I can talk! (and ya'll know I hate the sound of my voice!)
Chatting, caming, till damn near the sun comes up around 5am
Which is starting to take it's toll, cuz I'm nodding off at work!
The moment of truth will be here soon enough thou...
Till then, I'm planning of making a new section for the left panel of "Greatest or Memorable Posts"
"The Best of Fraiser Craine" you might say...
Some fuller material to re-read or re-live till I get back on track.
Ciao Bella!
"Is it Live? or is it Memorex?"
Contrary to popular belief, Mr. Black is still alive and fully functional.
He's jus been away on holiday.
Life is SO full of Good Intentions.
This week in the wake of the DVD release of "300" I had this crazy ass idea to make a list of 300 things about me, tripling the various "100 Things" lists I've seen on KimmyK's and ShellBell's blog.
But alas, something else has devoured my online attention.
For I have discovered a new vice that nurtures my tortured soul.
A new website, with promises of social encounters, webcam chats, full expression profiles that scream of the dreaded myspace.
What I can't understand is why I can't find anyone local (within the city) that finds me interesting...
It's like, more that 600 miles away I'm Brad Pitt, but within 15 miles, I'm friggin' Steve Urkel...WTF?
I'm starting to talk to a VERY FINE young lady that's coming to New York soon, from MIAMI...
We seem to be hitting it off similar to Leeloo earlier this year, but c'mon...
Long distance relationships NEVER WORK.
I mean, what's the point?
Whatever, thou...I find myself, coming straight for home, hitting the chat room at 1:30am and chatting till like 4 or 5 in the morning.
I'm so addicted.
And it's not JUST online, they have a message board community listing various Meet & Greet parties...but they're real high class (P.Diddy "White-Tie" like gatherings...I don't have no damn white tuxedo to wear!)
Sooner or later I'll get the courage to attend a party...
Meanwhile on the work front...
The Grand Central area seems to be recuperating well from the accident weeks ago (Yeah, I'm positive it was JUST a freak incident now...), man the chaos seems to be spreading nationwide! From News Helicopers colliding in Arizona, to freeway collapses in Minnesota!
Jay said it best, man...
"Whole fucking world's against us, dude I swear to god!"
So, the commute is slowly getting back to normal and work is building up again (Yipee!) But now, we're getting a bit over our heads...
Too many projects are coming in with demanding deadlines!
20 Boxes that have to be done within 4 days...a quick 10 box project that must be completed over the weekend.
Yesterday we had some deadline of 10am today on some stuff, and The Chief didn't want to leave it to the 3rd Shift (Who apparently are a bunch of screw-ups?) so she asked for volunteers to stay longer...
And me being the Hermione Granger that I am, I jumped at the chance...
BUT, because I was still with the Temp Agency and not a direct hire yet...I couldn't stay.
They tried to work around it, saying "If you stay tonight, you have to take tomorrow night off..."
I said, "where's the fun in that? I just HAD two days off!"
Everyone erupted in laughter at my eagerness
Who was I kiddin', I WANTED MORE MONEY! And I was willing to TEST my body's endurance to get it!
But, my enthusiasm was noted and they decided to bite the bullet. From what I saw, a few people stayed to finish their current batches, but it didn't look like they'd make the deadline.
So, that's about it...
In family news, Psycho-Lesbo-Sis was supposed to Move into her new digs this week, but there was a snafu with the paperwork and things have been pushed to the 15th. She's trying to hatch some crazy-ass scheme to try to live in both places by leaving her Live-In Lesbo friend at the old place and still somehow pay the rent there while moving to the new place.
THEN, to make things worst, she just received an answer from another housing complex she applied with a long time ago, which is a bit better (Elevator, closer to the trains, yadda, yadda...) so she's gonna investigate THAT! I would be pissed how everything's falling in place for her, but in truth, I've haven't seen or heard from her in like 3 weeks since she doesn't have Baby Girl to drop off here anymore.
If she didn't have a baby, we'd probably NEVER see her!
And speaking of the lil Boo Boo, her idiot relatives down in North Carolina have arranged for her return home BY PLANE on the 21st. She'll be coming up with 2 other cousins of hers who were coming to NY to visit til Labor Day. 8 years old and on a plane...GEEZ!
Well, she did fly once before when we went down to Virgina for Christmas one year...I think she was only 5 back then.
Another thing with this plan is she's coming a week ahead of schedule...
Lesbo-Sis is contracted to work in the Parks till Labor-Day, there's a two week window where someone's gonna have to look over her in the morning...
I can sense the headache coming already...
Well, that's about as up to date as it gets here, folks...
Ya'll stay frosty wherever you at!
He's jus been away on holiday.
Life is SO full of Good Intentions.
This week in the wake of the DVD release of "300" I had this crazy ass idea to make a list of 300 things about me, tripling the various "100 Things" lists I've seen on KimmyK's and ShellBell's blog.
But alas, something else has devoured my online attention.
For I have discovered a new vice that nurtures my tortured soul.
A new website, with promises of social encounters, webcam chats, full expression profiles that scream of the dreaded myspace.
What I can't understand is why I can't find anyone local (within the city) that finds me interesting...
It's like, more that 600 miles away I'm Brad Pitt, but within 15 miles, I'm friggin' Steve Urkel...WTF?
I'm starting to talk to a VERY FINE young lady that's coming to New York soon, from MIAMI...
We seem to be hitting it off similar to Leeloo earlier this year, but c'mon...
Long distance relationships NEVER WORK.
I mean, what's the point?
Whatever, thou...I find myself, coming straight for home, hitting the chat room at 1:30am and chatting till like 4 or 5 in the morning.
I'm so addicted.
And it's not JUST online, they have a message board community listing various Meet & Greet parties...but they're real high class (P.Diddy "White-Tie" like gatherings...I don't have no damn white tuxedo to wear!)
Sooner or later I'll get the courage to attend a party...
Meanwhile on the work front...
The Grand Central area seems to be recuperating well from the accident weeks ago (Yeah, I'm positive it was JUST a freak incident now...), man the chaos seems to be spreading nationwide! From News Helicopers colliding in Arizona, to freeway collapses in Minnesota!
Jay said it best, man...
"Whole fucking world's against us, dude I swear to god!"
So, the commute is slowly getting back to normal and work is building up again (Yipee!) But now, we're getting a bit over our heads...
Too many projects are coming in with demanding deadlines!
20 Boxes that have to be done within 4 days...a quick 10 box project that must be completed over the weekend.
Yesterday we had some deadline of 10am today on some stuff, and The Chief didn't want to leave it to the 3rd Shift (Who apparently are a bunch of screw-ups?) so she asked for volunteers to stay longer...
And me being the Hermione Granger that I am, I jumped at the chance...
BUT, because I was still with the Temp Agency and not a direct hire yet...I couldn't stay.
They tried to work around it, saying "If you stay tonight, you have to take tomorrow night off..."
I said, "where's the fun in that? I just HAD two days off!"
Everyone erupted in laughter at my eagerness
Who was I kiddin', I WANTED MORE MONEY! And I was willing to TEST my body's endurance to get it!
But, my enthusiasm was noted and they decided to bite the bullet. From what I saw, a few people stayed to finish their current batches, but it didn't look like they'd make the deadline.
So, that's about it...
In family news, Psycho-Lesbo-Sis was supposed to Move into her new digs this week, but there was a snafu with the paperwork and things have been pushed to the 15th. She's trying to hatch some crazy-ass scheme to try to live in both places by leaving her Live-In Lesbo friend at the old place and still somehow pay the rent there while moving to the new place.
THEN, to make things worst, she just received an answer from another housing complex she applied with a long time ago, which is a bit better (Elevator, closer to the trains, yadda, yadda...) so she's gonna investigate THAT! I would be pissed how everything's falling in place for her, but in truth, I've haven't seen or heard from her in like 3 weeks since she doesn't have Baby Girl to drop off here anymore.
If she didn't have a baby, we'd probably NEVER see her!
And speaking of the lil Boo Boo, her idiot relatives down in North Carolina have arranged for her return home BY PLANE on the 21st. She'll be coming up with 2 other cousins of hers who were coming to NY to visit til Labor Day. 8 years old and on a plane...GEEZ!
Well, she did fly once before when we went down to Virgina for Christmas one year...I think she was only 5 back then.
Another thing with this plan is she's coming a week ahead of schedule...
Lesbo-Sis is contracted to work in the Parks till Labor-Day, there's a two week window where someone's gonna have to look over her in the morning...
I can sense the headache coming already...
Well, that's about as up to date as it gets here, folks...
Ya'll stay frosty wherever you at!
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