Please Stop The Ride, I Think I’m Gonna Be SickDepicted above is pretty much how my weekend and birthday went. Severely out of focused. Besides the numerous amount of grain alcohol I consumed, the total lack of sufficient sleep and various customer service reps I cursed out, my weekend seemed ordinary. As even though I did things that were completely out of my realm of normalcy, I felt that I just caught up with the rest of society in terms of being a social animal. I’m not really sure if that makes any sense. I say unfocused simply because thats how I feel, like going through a five day hangover and its only day two. Maybe I just need caffeine in my system…

I want to thank everyone that wished me a happy birthday, and to everyone else I should be returning to a normal posting schedule later this week.

Well I am in better spirits, mostly because I let it all go plus my 25th birthday is coming up this Monday the 19th. Essentially my weekend is going to be packed with things to do. I’m working Friday night to cover a shift, Saturday I’m participating in the AIDS Run & Walk Chicago with my frat, afterwards there’s going to be a ice cream social with my favorite flavor… LIQUOR, and Sunday I plan on heading out to Gurnee Illinois to hit up Six Flags and maybe some shopping.

Anyway y’all know the standard birthday drill. If you would like to get me something simply because turning a quarter century is something to lavish gifts over head on over to my . Also I would like to do something different and if people wanted to donate to a charity in my name (and not the Keep Tony’s Pockets Fat Fund”) please click here to go to American Red Cross donation site.

Been in a pissy mood all weekend, and while things are looking better, I’m pretty much still in a funk. I’ll get to the reason why in a minute. Autumn is upon us so the season of finding a nice warm body to be up under has started. Essentially what this means is that my A4A mailbox has been overflowing with various greetings from those in the Chicago metropolitan area, as well as all over the continental United States. So are seeking friendship, some just want to talk, others are just trying to see what my private picture is and get quick fuck. Which leads me back to my pissy ass mood I’ve been in.

I had to work Saturday and while that’s enough to leave me feeling quite irritable, I’ve been running around with work, and frat stuff that I haven’t had any quality attention or bluntly I haven’t had a really good fuck. As a matter of fact, its been days since I’ve handle my business. So come Saturday as I’m sitting as work, not doing anything other then reading the latest issue of House of M, bored out my skull, hard up and backed up in my nuts. I’ve been getting all this love on A4A but nothingis happening. Why? For every bullet point that Bernard pointed out this morning, I swear has happened to me in the last 72 hours. While I’m not ready to start putting niggas on blast like Tim, I do have to say that the nigga who says it takes him 2 hours to eat so he couldn’t roll through, or the nigga that looked like a Garbage Pail Kid who wouldn’t answer his phone once I pulled up to his place, 5 minutes after he called to make sure I was coming or the nigga that wanted to fuck while babysitting three kids have all made me realize that I need to stop fucking with negroes in general. No, I’m not about to change my “diet” and fortified with massive amount vitamin Pinko. Maybe I should treat them how they treat everyone else. It’s not like they’re human, they’re just a fuck right.

I really don’t like you,
But I can’t stop calling you.
Is it the ass that’s ‘Oh so good’
For a nigga that’s been done
By half the county?
Is it the lips, so moist and so sweet,
That just the sight of them
Makes my nature rise?

I really don’t like you,
But the sex is too good to say ‘No.’
I’m already a weak man
And your shit is my krytonite.
I need to say ‘No’ to you
And get you out of life.
You ain’t no good, and I need to be out.

I really don’t like you,
Yet you’re still around.
Nigga - Be gone
We ain’t gonna be together,
Doesn’t matter how good you wanna treat me.
When I’m not in between your thighs
I can’t stand to be around you, so
Leave, walk out, just go

You know I really don’t like you, right?
But umh, whatcha doing tomorrow?

To say I’m impatient is such a understatement its not even funny.

Think Progressively, Advance Relentlessly.

Essentially I’m tired of waiting on these Negroes in my fraternity. It seems that a “Timely Fashion” is something they can not comprehend. And its not that I ask too many questions, even need to be kept in the information loop. But if I send a board member an email it should not take more then 3 weeks to respond.

Continue reading ‘Can’t Wait’

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