This was something I need to bring up, it kinda touches on the subject that Bernard has been talking about for sometime, but its not Brown Bettys or niggas with shitty asses, I have a problem with niggas who come out in public looking like a big shitty ass.

Here’s the scenario, I’ve been chatting with this guy online off and on for almost a year. We really don’t discuss anything major or in-depth just the occasional “Wassup” or “When am I gonna be able to smack ya ass with my piece?,” said jokingly of course. After awhile I had a firm concept of what he looked like; tall, thick and dark, some of my favorite superficial qualities. So last night around 11pm-12am I was hungry for some pancakes and surfing on M4N, when I see ol’ boy on the site. He hit me up saying I was shady, which is somewhat true, but you can’t say that someone is shady and not back up the claim. A nigga is always innocent until proven guilty or in this case shady.

Anyway I get him to come over, I figure I go get my pancakes and afterward pound some cakes. So I get back home, from the 24 hour diner, scarf down my pancakes and chill out in my living room chatting on my SK2 while I wait. So after about 10 minutes, Ol’ boy calls to say he’s near by and after a few more minutes my doorbell is ringing. I opened my door, and I should have closed it in his face. There in my doorway was a 6 foot tall, walking mess.

It must have been, about 20-30 degrees last night, and he is in a short-sleeve polo, wrinkled to hell and not buttoned up. Had no undershirt on and must have been cold, and had corn rolls. I hate corn rolls, I hate plats, I hate processed hair, I hate dreads I hate afros and I hate those little worm-looking twists. If it ain’t a low cut caesar,a bald shave or something short and simply, I won’t be feeling it. So not only did he have corn rolls but some shit that looks like it hasn’t been touched in over a month. Again I should have just closed the door in his face. But I digress since I’m not that mean yet.

#7 is done

Well If you haven’t heard by now, well this is it… over the last couple of days I’ve been migrating my buddy list and friends over and I’m just about done. Starting today my new AOL/Yahoo!/iChat AV username is “PhllyBred.” I couldn’t use Philly with an I cuz some jack ass beat me too. But theres a 95% chance that I made that account and forgot the password.

Something interesting just happened on the floor, some foolish ass shop floor worker tired to tell me how to do my job. Here is what happened:

There’s a floor supervisor who is somewhat new, and doesn’t know all the workings of the plant yet. So whenever he calls for support he doesn’t say what the problem is or where the problem is located. Also when you try to contact him over the radio he never answers. But I digress because he is not the issue, at this moment. He this supervisor calls me out to the line, but never says why. I get to the line and he’s not there. So there’s no much I can do until I get word from him. As I stand there waiting, an line operator tells me that he asked the supervisor to call me to change a printer ribbon, which was okay, but then some other nigga who has no business on that station or area comes and says, “Well, instead of jus standin’ der, U could haf ass sumbody what da problem was.”

I was looked at him, and said “Nigga, why are you even in this. One, you’re not the line supervisor and two this isn’t your station so go do your job before you slow seat-building ass will keep us here until 6am.

He gets pissed that I called him out like that in front of the other line operators and tries to read me, “You jus a intern, ain’t like you got clout”

I had to let this nigga have it then. I made it clear “That even though my badge saids intern, I’m technically contract to hire, I have a set of keys to the plant and my own security codes, my interview didn’t involve pissing into a cup and why his ass going bound to be laid off… I’m sorry taking a mandatory 2 month non-paid vacation, my black ass will be working and getting paid.”

He didn’t have a response and I walked away to do my job. Which brings me to my point, if you are working somewhere and you know that your position is flaky and that you can be fired at any time, don’t front. I mean a big sign that you don’t matter at your job is if the interview process involves pissing into a cup. Becasue we all know that you don’t need to be on drugs to be crazy.

On a positive note, in April I’ll be going back to working 8 hours shifts and probably going back to days shortly after that.

Now I’ve never said that I was a movie-fanatic but I do know how to pick out a good movie. This past Saturday I spent some time with my moms and watched some DVDs and whatnot. Discussing the recent movies that we’ve seen and what we like and dislike. I knew that me and my moms have complete different taste in movies, I like old school kung fu like Shaolin Master Killer, she like epic fantasies like Lord of the Rings Trilogy: Extra Extended 3-day long 15 disc box set. While bullshitting about movies, I thought of what movies I will not and can not every watch for that my hate for them is so strong, a mere glimpse will make my balls fall off.

Let’s start off with my boy, Treach from the group Naughty by Nature. Besides all the “Sam Spade” monologue, completely unrealistic gun fights, the movie made little sense. There was less dick and better acting in the porn flick he did. Actually you probably be better off watching the porn flick than seeing this movie.
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There’s only one reason why I hate this depressing ass movie, besides that Puffy is in it. The sentence “Make me feel good again…” That entire sequence made my fucking skin crawl. Watching supple Halle, getting banged by gross-ass Billy Bob. What made it worse was I was watching it with my moms. Its was more uncomfortable then watching Queer as Folk with her and she saying “How he jump up that little boy’s ass with no lube?”
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If you ever played the coin-op game, don’t go see this movie. If you ever seen the arcade that houses the game this movie was based on, don’t see the movie. If you’ve heard each the words house, of, the, and dead used in a sentence and not necessarily the same sentence, I plead that you don’t watch this movie. This movie was so un-Godly bad, that George Romero had to sue so no one would use the word “Zombie” near this movie.

Okay I know that I’m seriously late in starting this but if you haven’t noticed, I’ve been going through some things and I needed to clear my plate before I could do more. Plus it took a long time to figure out 101 things to do. I started this list in the end of January and its now March.
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Now I’m reading Supreme Power. Its a mock up of the Squadron Supreme, a book that was Marvel’s answer to DC Comics’ Justice League.

I remember Sigma telling about this book before he left town, probably would have listened if I wasn’t so dick-matized.

Sounds too melodramatic but I think it fits. I’ve been trying to re-evaluate my life and essentially my lifestyle and trying to see where my difficulties lie. I’ve been focusing too much on the negative things in life and I guess it’s affecting those around me, its starting to affect me.

I had this dream today, and it was pretty bugged out. Like most of my dreams that always start out with sex. Don’t ask why, they just do. This time is was circle jerk and in was in broad daylight, outside in public (Told you I have issues). Everything was cool until everyone’s attention was on me and that’s when things fell apart. As all eyes were on me, I notice more and more people looking at me. Then there was whispering and talking, “OMG! he’s so gay,” “I can’t believe…” and etceterra. I ran away and ended back in Philly where I’m see Meagan Good (again, don’t ask) hanging out with my cousin. She asked if the rumors were true, was I gay? I ran away again. I’m seeing this issue following me where ever I go and there’s really no escaping it. I woke up all sweaty and with a dry mouth.

There are somethings i need to learn to accept, until I can I’ll be a nigga, interrupted.

Other then the fact that I’ve been out for the count because of this damn bug I got, or whatever the fuck it is. All I know is that I was sick as hell and couldn’t do shit for 2 days. I even missed work on Monday. Anyway I didn’t plan on getting to “I Got Issues pt 3″ this week or ever. I’ve been going into my sexual habits to often, if such a thing is possible, and I’m not feeling too keen about it. At this point I’m not sure if its the disclosure that fucking with me or the actually sex itself. All I know is that things are pretty stagnant and I’m getting this antsy feeling, like I’m anticipating something big to happen and all I get is the cold air of the office air conditioner on my neck. Hell, I can’t really explain it or understand it myself.

This place (work) is starting to get to me again. Night after night, I sit at this desk, in this cold ass box, counting the hours. As I sit here, my minds starts drifting off and I start the analytical/thinking shit that we Virgos are notorious for, but I think its literally just me. And the outcome is usually the same: I questioning my intentions as a human, as a man, as a black man, as a gay man, as a gay black man and as a gay black man who secretly (well not anymore) wants to be straight. Again its pretty difficult to explain, let alone understand.

I’m definitely lacking significant guidance in my life and at some point I made a wrong turn and I think I’m lost.

Since the hypothermia is setting in I don’t think I’m thinking straight and I’ve been pretty incoherent in this post. This isn’t a “I Got Issues part 3″ but just a reiteration of my own bullshit, a cold-induced rambling.