Well not only did I take my iggnant ass back to school, I gave up some money and took my fat ass back to the gym. I had a good work out… focused on my arms, back and chest which pretty much means that I’m a non-functional invalid from the waist up. Now being like this wasn’t bad at 7am this morning cuz all I had to do was wash my salty chocolate balls and take my ass to bed. But now its 10pm and I’m sitting here at work, and caught myself flinging my useless arms around into random objects and people. If you were able to see you too would comment on how gay its to see me walk without moving my arms. Shit sucks, but I’m going back to the gym either tomorrow or Monday. Now I’mma go sneak a power nap in the back room…

I’m finally taking my iggnate ass back to school. I knew that PUC would be glad to suck my money my pockets but daymn… I’m taking three classes and the price without the books is $1500. I miss my financial aid… makes me wish that I didn’t abuse the system and end up on financial aid probation. Oh well gonna go hustle my way into $1500… “5 Dolla Suckie-suckie?“

So the rumor that my manager is trying to get more people here has come up again. I figured that since the bleach blonde girl that was contracted to help but doesn’t came aboard, Me and Erica would be struggling for another 5 months until the network goes down or all 4 servers crash. But my manager has been fussing at my co-worker and I guess he’s getting tired of her… eventhough he’s only doing it do himself and all his problems are in his head.

Anyway… laying around the computer and not my manager office is a resume. I pick it up and glance at it and immediately get pissed off. Not because Bob is hiring someone without hiring my black ass fulltime but because of the name on the really bad resume. Some wanna be half Mexican, chain smoking dickhead that I work with at JORSM Internet.

Now I’m a good guy, I don’t have many enemies and shit but there’s three people who I dont like in this world;

1. Tony Rodriguez - Half Mexican dickhead from JORSM
2. Larry Evans - Shiftless as hell white thrash from Purdue Calumet
3. Yolonda Adams - I just don’t like her

You wipe your finger behind your ear, sniff it and it smells like the shitty ass of someone from Calcutta. Let me go get my foul-smelling ass in the shower.

this is like, 3 days late but anyway…

I like going to the laundry mat cuz there’s always something there thats gonna fuck you up for the rest of the day/night. Wednesday night was no exception. So I’m at the laundry mat and already stuff all my shit into some washing machines, some of the good big load machines int he front near the good TVs (the ones not playing Telemundo or Univision). I sit my ass on this row of benches, to the right is the fornt door and outside is the fifth South Shore train to go by since I’ve been here and on my left is the Kid’s section.

Now the Kid’s section is nothing more then some filthy-ass indoor-outdoor carpet, a step and a TV with no volume playing a tape of the old Ninja Turtles cartoon. So nothing is wrong… nothing to definitely trip about, until this dude walks in with his daugther. He’s wearing a baseball with all this hair sticking out of the back. “Ok, I think he’s just ‘fro it up.” So he proceeds to take off his hat and I wanted to die laughing. This nigga had a fucking Tape Haircut straight from 1986. Now if you don’t know what a tape is, let me try to explain. Picture a low fade, but as it gets to the back of your head where your neck meets, a two-inch of nappy nigga hair. Essentially it’s the negrotastic version of a mullet that was believe to be extinct since the mid 80’s.

The shit was horrible, I wanted to take a picture like he was the last white rhino in Africa type of shit. I was so thrown off that I didnt watch my clothes in the dryer and now I have scorch marks in my draws.

If you don’t know already, I’m pretty much fucked up in the head. And in my mental downtime and in the porcess of having a “self-conversation” aka I was talking to myself something really askewed popped into my head.

I have my own opinion bout this but I kinda want to know what others thought about it.

Not gonna lie… I haven’t been around cuz I simply didn’t want to be. Actually I was too tired to be concerned, which doesn’t sound any better. Essentially work has left me so drained and tired that the synapses just fail to get going and I’m left in a semi-austistic state, literally drooling and mumbling non-coherent bullshit like a lobotomized crackhead.

Anyway I’m back and trying to find my “center” but excuse me as I wipe the crud outta my eyes.

BTW… Derek I have been informed by the LA Blacks that you need to stop bullshitting and start blogging again

Has anyone else seen this bullshit waste of celluloid? Not to be putting Kanye or the song down, cuz I was bumping it before it hot in DJ remixes but the video makes me wanna hate the song. Video is so disjointed thatI had wet dreams that were more linear and better produced.

On a side note, Anna Nicole body is looking nice. THink I might go pick up some Trim Spa… “NAH”

I will be the first to admit it, I’m a black man who masturbates and I’m not ashamed of it. Its kinda like a drug and porn was the gateway. I don’t think I even really got into beating off until I started to porn. In high school I would be the first home and had bout 2-3 hours before anyone came home. I had time to find my dad’s flicks which my step-mom tried ever so hard to hide, either from us the kids or from my dad himself. I know where my dad got his stach, from my god-dad, my Uncle Lloyd and had boxes and boxes of flicks. You love going over there when I was kid, hoping that I could catch a glimpse of issue of Black Tail or see if I could pocket a flick (sorry Uncle Lloyd) and sneak it home. Most of the time I failed, sometime I suceeded.

By my junior year I had a nice little stach going for myself. And pretty much everyday I would be home around 3:30 laying in bed with the remote in my right hand and my dick in the left. I was sad and patethic then, no different then now. I don’t know if I ever would have choke the chicken so much in life if it wasn’t for porn. I really don’t have much of an imagination and magazines don’t do it for me (I need my pictures to move). I needed more stimuli to make the one-eyed monster throw up.

Now before I’m judged and labelled as a pervert, just know that I’m not the only one who looks at porn and shakes hands with the man, I just not ashamed to admit it. I have a healthy yet sparactic sex life and I’m safe & clean. Yanking my own chain keeps me outta trouble and I’m not spending my rent money on porn, not obsessing over or stalking any porn people. I don’t drain the main vein all the time, I barely have time to do it. I don’t have toys or gadgets, I don’t try to live out porn fantasies eventhough I did learn this on position from a flick thats as far as it goes. So as taboo as porn and monkey spanking goes I’m in lowest percentile of those who are masters in the Art Form