No sleep and no sex make Tony something something…

Sorry, just had to throw that out there. And if you know what #2F03 is, you’re 10 times much more of a geek than me.

I’ve gotten the comment form on the colophon to fit in its alotted space. After looking at it for the last few days at home, I finally saw the problem once I got to work. All forms were formatted statically in the css file. It took me all of 2 minutes to change something I’ve been stressing over since last Wednesday. And yes, I do stress over the little shit.

Don’t like it, so what- you can suck the lint of my nuts as far as I care… Actaully I do care- please don’t go.

I started up my photography posts today. Something else I’ve been stressing about. Been trying to implement various plugins and photoblog crap that I now I have a directory stuck somewhere, I can’t get rid of it. Can’t delete it, can’t change the permissions, can’t nothing. Well I can rename it but I digress. Essentially I coped out and just decided to plop some pictures in, added a image style int he header and activate the Exif Data plug in. Don’t ask where I got that plugin from cuz after everything was said and done, my brain farted out some I.Q. points and I’m still recovering. Let me try to wrap some things up like uninstalling Firefox before the niggalepsy kicks in.

Remind me to update my blogroll tomorrow.

Well I made some changes to North Farson Street. The about page is now a colophon, changed the site colors from blue to redish-blue (not purple) to gray. And I’m no longer Goin’ Home mostly cuz I couldn’t get the days off from work. Let me know whatcha think. Also I have a favor of any Internet Explorer user on Windows; I need a a screen shout of the colophon. Had serve problems to format the mail form the way I wanted and I’m not going into work to use a PC. I’m not even gonna think bout Lear until 3pm Monday.

*Edit*
Please dont worry about the screen capture.

Well I have food and I should be happy for that, but I’m not. Before I say what happened let me get out that I can cook. But after being up all night and cleaning my bathroom and scrubbing my floor after working twelve hours - I passed out… after I put the ham in the oven. Suffice to say, the ham was burnt. Actually it was like that scene in Faces Of Death where the apartment complex was on fire and the negros were basically barbequed. Oh well - Lets see if somebody we hook a nigga up with a plate.

I was just looking at the web stats for my site and I cam across the search engine keywords. And for the month of November the number one keyword or keyphrase that returned my site was Negrotastic. I don’t even remember using this ass-fuck of a made up word btu I had to google it myself and sure enough there was North Farson Street. Who in that un-right mind is looking up Negrotastic?

Well Ken should be somewhere in Kentucky on route to Atlanta, moms ifs going to a NA convention in Tennesese which leaves me the odd man out. But there won’t be any pity-parties in the Mercer House because I shall be utilizing my non-paid holiday time to eat some Ham I’m bound to fuck up in Wednesday and kick back watching th Transformers marathon on Thursday on Cartoon Network, the Law & Order marathon Friday on TNT and maybe even do something incredibly stupid like go to the mall on Saturday.

I’m in desparate need of clothes. Realize earlier last week that I look like a fucking bum and this travesty needs to be rectified ASAP. But alas, a negro is broke and because of this non-paid holiday and the 10 day non-paid break at Christmas I wont have anything to exchange for Kenneth Cole and banana Republic joys. Guess its my fault for spend my money of gadgets and electronics. A technosexual without the clothes is just a nerd. And nerds still aren’t cool.

Well that was fun… Just wanted to drop the detialed answer to the question I left Thursday cause I knew everyone was in suspense. Before I get to point, I will say that only one person got it and he didnt leave it on the comments nor could he say why it was wrong. Anyway…

1. There’s something bout dancing on a crowded ass dance floor FRUNK AS DUCK. At most NSBE (National Society of Black Engineers) conventions, theres a social/dance/whatever you want to call it on the last night. Nothing major, just a semi-light hall, usually at the hotel and a deejay. Me and peeps usually spend a good 2-3 hours getting fucked up in preparing for the dance. So by the time of the dance I’m full of liquid courage, and was pulling females off the wall to dance. Who knows what song was playing but at some point I was sandwiched between 2 thick joins (remember that word??) and my head was magnet for hands. and at that point I was deemed Sexy Chocolate on the dance floor and it stucked. So this is TRUE

2. Not too many details, but I was over my peoples’ house and he was in the mood. He made a phonecall or something and 15 minutes later we were both getting slobbed on at the same time. Would have been a really cool experience but there were cameras involved and the blowjob sucked. What made it worse was the burning sensation and discharged that came up 2 days later. Unfortunate this statement is also TRUE.

3.Well we do live in an age of technology and its much easier to type out, My dick is rock, can u be at my place in 20 then saying that on the phone while standing in line the Express line at Jewel. So this is TRUE

4.This story was the LIE simply cuz I’ve never been paid for sex. I’ve had sex with white women, and even been asked by some white dude to fuck his wife. But I’ve never been paid for sex.

5.And not that is matters now, But after my accidnet I was pretty much sitting at home not doing anything strenous andon occasion some people did come by to visit me. One was Alexius from here. I guess when u gt two people in a room that really don’t have anything in common other the sex, thats all that will happen when that meet. It was an act of weakness but it was good and I did lay down a sweet slow stroke. But the statment is TRUE.

I was just rummage through the archives of J. Brotherlove and thought this would be interesting:

Four things are true bout my sex life, and one is not. Which one is false.

1. I’m known as “Sexy Chocolate” within midwest region of the NSBE (National Sociaety of Black Engineers).
2. I got an STD (gonorrhea) from receiving oral sex, and the blowjob wasn’t even good.
3. I set up booty calls and hook ups via text messaging and picture mail.
4. A well-to-do white man from the Chicago northside paid me to have sex with his wife.
5. I was having sex in less then a week after my accident, where I got that bad head injury.

Sometimes I think the titles of my posts are actually longer then the post itself.

I made a big step on Friday. It’s probably something thats gonna bite me in the ass, but I can live with it now. For a minute I’ve been going back and forth bout getting an iPod. The main reason for not getting one was I didn’t that much time listening to music. Granted I do have about 4000 tracks (or 375 CDs) but they only time I listen to anything is either when I’m listening to Howard Stern in the morning or mix-cds I got from The Slim One while I’m in my Piece ‘O’ Shit, going to work.

I’m a avid mac user, and submit to the expense bullshit when I paid $2200 for my PowerBook, so I couln’t use the standard negro excuse. So I did it. I went out Friday morning and bought a 20GB 4th generation iPod. I didn’t get the 40GB cuz I wouldn’t be carry all my music with me and the 20GB was only $50 more the the iPod mini.So I had all weekend to play with my new toy, and now I can’t see myself without carrying it everywhere I go. I sync’d up my contacts and my iCal to it and I’ve been trying to set up my playlist “On The Go.” I really don’t see how people can get a subpar mp3 player, try to hype it up to be as good as the iPod.

Okay, I’m done being on Steve Jobs’ dick…

I was in a serious rage about working Saturday night, I took my lunch to see if I could go buy some happiness. And there are no street walkers in Hammond, not that I’ve been looking… that much… recently… anymore. But I need to spend some money to forget that I was working until 2am over the weekend. So I drive down the street to the local Walmart to check out some movies and PS2 games.

First off the place was packed, It was the first saturday of the month and as my dearly departed grandmother, Rebecca would say; “Fuckin’ welfare receiptants everywhere!” Personally, I don’t care how people make their money as long as it isn’t made by robbing my black ass but I digress. The Negro Force was out in full effect; as I was strolling around the electronics to get a copy of Shrek 2 and hopefully Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas and I run into one of my road dawgs, John.

John use to work for one of the US Senators for Indiana but got caught up in some bullshit, like fucking a 15 year old and now he uses his Master’s degree to assistant manage the Walmart. I say my pleasentries, and attempt to make plans to hang out the next day. I say my goodbyes, turn around and damn near walk into some nig and his 5 kids. Not only was all 5 kids under five years old, one of them was funky as fuck. Like goats fucking pigs rolling in horse shit kinda funky. Now I would normally just walk away but I had to get back to work and they was all just standing there around the shit I wanted. I would have said something but the smell was already fucking up my ofactory nerves, I was not bout to open my mouth to start tasting that shit too. So I wait for bout a good minute, and as the shittlings start to run away from the Weekend dad, I notice its not the kids that stink its the dad that smells ike moist armpit in sitting in the sun.

At that point I was like “fuck it”, they didn’t have Shrek 2 or GTA: San Andreas over here. I turn around to go to some other display with the cheap DVDs and this other negro is there, looking at shit. He glances up at me and he has this long and big ass open ass wound on his face. Some true horro movie looking type of shit. This niggas was up in Walmart, face bleeding, no bandage and had smeared vaseline/neosporen on it.

I bounced before the lepards and shit decided to get they shop on. I hate going to Walmart.