I can’t stand this show… and not because of the cast or the scruplous editing. I can’t watch this season of the Real World, because it makes me incredably home sick. I could give a flying fuck bout how these seven muh fuckas who bicker and bitch bout each other. To me, the city is the true star. I need to go home.

Been at work since 4:30am, well thats a lie. I was suppose to be here at 4:30 but thats the time I actually got outta bed. Regardless my weekend was not half bad. I think I did spend entirely too much money at Walmart & Target for new bathroom shit. But there’s something bout a suede shower curtain.

A major thing I did do this weekend was buy some new video games. Unfortunately I’ve been neglecting my gamecube and this weekend was no different. This was essential a PS2 holiday. I got Def Jam: Fight For NY the sequal to Def Jam Vendetta and the RPG-styled game X-Men Legends.

First DJ:FFNY is so much better then the orginal. Its a good thing that video games sequals do tend to be then their predacestors unlikely movies. The best way to describe this game in terms of joy is to compare it to bomb-ass sex. Its a rendered orgy. It brings all the best aspects of Vendetta and improves on it, from the rating system, fighting gamplay and the cast has tripled in size. The story picks up right as DJ Vendetta ends where D-mob is is being hauled off to jail after his ass-whuppin but as he being driven in the squad car its “T-boned” by an Escalade and he’s freed by the driver (your character) of the SUV. Now apparently since D-Mob has been ousted as the big-honcho in the Underground, others are vied to take his place namely Snopp Dogg. I need to get back to this game after work… Need to winner a couple grand to get this platinum chain from Jacob the Jeweler.

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X-Men: Legends… honestly I felt like I was playing the Sims with mutant powers. The geek in me loved action and hell even geek enough to play RPGs but something X-Men: Legends just didn’t sit well with me. It wasn’t story centering on Magma or the fact that Cree Summer was casted as her voice. Maybe its the fact that game writers forget that Allison Crestmere aka Amara aka Magma is Brazilian not from Jersey. Sorry… got alittle fanboy on y’all. well Overall X-Men: Legends is an alight game and I will be playing the hell outta of it, cuz hey, I’m the same muh fucka that like the Fantastic Four for PSX.

I was half sleep around 11pm and my phone rang… it was 773 area code “Wireless Call” so in my daze I thought it was Darkness. He asked me how my birthday was and said he bought two Yorkies aka Shitting Dust Mops named Tyson and some other T name. Remember I was half sleep.
So I got on bout my birthday and how he was suppose to help me Saturday morning. Then I literally heard the tires screech.

“You told me you were working all weekend!”

That’s when I realized that it wasn’t Darkness, it was some other guy who I wasn’t really feeling anymore. At least there weren’t any long pauses and I told the truth… I had got out of going to work over the weekend but never said that I thought I was talking to someone else.

I want to thank everyone who wished me a happy birthday over the last few days. And so everyone knows, I did not work this weekend. I told Bob that 1. it was my birthday and 2. I had things I had to do with family and could not get out of. Think there’s an email regarding this but I dont wanna post too many work emails. That shit could get me in trouble.

I had a mild birthday this year… a nice dinner with Ken, a couple of movies with mom and sat back, got pissy drunk watching Soul Plane by myself last night. All in all it was a nice birthday.

Anyway… thanks for the love and I expect more next year.

My phone has been ringing non-stop since I got to work Friday. And you think it would be bout my birthday but it ain’t. Its a sure sign that Fall is coming up and all the Summer hoes start to call and make up the most bullshit reasons for why they calling you.

Call #1 was from someone I don’t know. Well I know them I just didn’t know who the fuck they were on the phone. The gist of conversation was like:

Other: Hey Tony, how u been?
Me: I’m cool wassup??
Other:Oh nothing much, was just giving you a call to see how u were doing, and to see if you want to come to a little party my friends in the city are throwing for me.
Me: What’s the occasion?
Other: It’s my birthday…
Me: Oh… well you know my birthday is Sunday right?
Other: Really? Well we can celebrate it together…

Seems Innocent right? Well I’ve been invited to parties that were either 1-Nothing but little muh fuckas aged 14-17 all standing up against the wall and the big thick chick tries to holla at me 2-Threes in the entire place and 50 million niggas and no, it was a gang bang 3-Party was a bust and there was nobody the fuck there and 4-Party invite was fake and a weak attempt to get the D!

Call #2 was from someone who I try to talk to. We did the daymn thing, and whatnot but grew apart. We hooked up once or twice or the last 2 years til I got a phone call saying I gave them Syphillis but they got it from their man of 1 year. Some nigga I wasn’t told of, so then I look like a bad guy fucking some other nigga’s piece.

Them: Hey, how you doing?
Me: Doing aight… what bout you?
Them: I’m okay, just getting out of a relationship.
Me: Oh… bad break up?
Them: Depends on what u mean by bad
Me: Okay…
Them: So why don’t u call me?
Me: Probably cuz I dont have ur number
Them: well its 773-xxx-xxxx, call me when u geta chance this weekend.
Me: uh huh… let me call u back, gotta go on the shop floor.

Maybe I should change my number

From: Manager
To: Co-Worker
Cc: Tony
Subject: Weekend Schedule

You need to plan for working the second shift Saturday…Call me at 1:00 p.m.. If the 2nd shift does not work, I will need you to come in for a couple of hours to help me cable the CSG sub assembly center.

Well it seems like I don’t get to have my weekend to enjoy my birthday and the fucked up part is that I explicitly told him that I was suppose to be with family all weekend for my birthday and could not change any plans. Pretty much the equivalant of me being out of town. No wonder he gets his shady ass cussed out every month. Two days to go and everything is ruin. God I hate this place.

Those who ignored the past to doom to repeat it, or so I’m told. Been thinking bout adding all my old post on Wordpress lately. And I’m still unsure bout it. I’m totally a different person from what I was in July 2000 and definitely been through alot of drama, mostly drama that I caused.

I don’t wanna seem like I’m hiding my past or regreting what I’ve done but I’ve live hard, fast and barely lived to be here now. Do I need to expose more people to that?? Maybe I should just edit the content (which will take globs of time) and turn my NC-17 to a mild PG-13. Guess we’ll see.

6 Days and counting…

I have absolutely nothing planned for my birthday and the fact that people are asking me “What am I doing? ” is getting tired. I figured if people really care then they should put something together. I really don’t want anything since I’m getting everything I want for myself. I be happy with a nice dinner and/or drink with friends, a Tivo and going to a titty bar. At least I got next Monday off.

I got another gift for myself from HK Flix, a great kung fu movie… Chinese Super Ninjas aka Five Element Ninjas. I was surprise it came so fast. I watched it today before I went to work. Shit definitely took me back to when my neighbor Tarik use to bring bootleg movies over or watch channel 48 on Saturday afternoons. Now I need to go and get The Five Deadly Venoms or Master of the Flying Guilliotine. Kung fu movies are probably the one thing better then porn…

Since my accident I’ve been fortuante enought ot retain alot of my memories. The good ones and bad ones. And talking with one of my peeps bout elementry school, the 80’s and ass-whuppin’s, I had this flashback of when I was in the fourth grade.

Back in the day I went to Charles R. Drew Elementry off of 38th and Powell just north of University of Pennsylvania and back then I had the worst teacher ever. Her name was Mrs. Berg. She wasn’t mean or anything like that, Mrs. Berg just didn’t give a fuck. She never taught us anything, there were no lessen plans, no assignments, no of that education shit. All she did was take roll, shit up at her desk and have the ossacional test. Her biggest issue, she couldn’t tell none of us apart. Bitch forever called me James and shit when the nigga James was five shades lighter then me. But enough bout her. Since Mrs. Berg didnt give a fuck bout the class, why would the students give a fuck. Only 2 muh fuckas in the class did anything was these two girl from Africa. I don’t remember which country or what the fuck their names were, but for the sake of story I’mma call them Umm Fu Fu 1 and Umm Fu Fu 2.

Now one day, my moms came to pick me up from school early. Like right after recess early, cuz I think I was faking to be sick or some shit. So momz decided that since she was at my school, she would ask bout my grades and shit. Immediately I thought she was trying to catch me in some shit cuz 1. I never broght shit some for homework and 2. she never saw any of my test, so moms was suspicous. So she gets to my class and in front of everybody asks Mrs. Berg how was my grades. And since Mrs. Berg didn’t give a fuck she gave them out right there: “James, I mean Anthony is a solid C student…” My eyes got so fucking big cuz I didn’t a C in her class or any grade school class. But moms played it cool for a minute, and aksed bout homework. Now everyone in the class is saything that either we dont get homework or we doing in class b4 e go home since it was so easy. But here come Umm Fu Fu 1 and her big mouth saying “We get homework everynight” and proceeded to pull out her Trapper Keeper with evidence of notes and assignments. If I ain’t never wanted to beat the shit outta someone so bad until that point and time. Umm Fu Fu 1 goes to show here the homework assignment that was due that day. And of course being the momz she was, momz asked to see mine homework and in true fashion, all I had was a empty binder. All my boys were coming to my defense and shit, saying this and saying that, but mos kept her cool, told me to get my bag and said that we were leaving.

As soon as we stepped outside did my moms grab me by the arm and say, “As soon as we get to the house, I’mma beat ya ass. 1 for lying bout school and 2 for not doing your work.” And it wasn’t like she drove to my school and we were bout to drive back. We was some walking folks and the 8 block walk down 38th street was not cute. Momz going down the street with her “Imma beat ya ass stroll” and me laggin 15 feet behind and every 2 minutes she’s yelling “You better walk the hell up here cuz u ain’t getting outta this beating!” And by the time we got home, somethng happened. I don’t know what but I didn’t get that beating when we got there. So I had some time to think to tey and get outta this shit but mostly I was worrying my ass off. So 5 hours later, right after dinner I was back in my room and moms came in. Im her hand was not a belt but a brown extension cord. She wailed on my black for a good, solid 10 minutes. It did some crazy ass cartoon shit where I was running around the room screaming at the top of my lungs, trying to block the whuppin with one hand while my momz grabbed on my other arm.

And after it was all done, the one thing I could think about was plottin on Umm Fu Fu 1 and Umm Fu Fu 2.