Well I didn’t mean for the last entry to sound like a cry for help… really I didn’t. I’ve been so busy as of late with work, my pledges and all my side projects. Things have been passed me by, days are blending together, people and responsibilities are been neglected and I need to officially apologize for that.

To those who I said I would call but haven’t, I’m sorry. To those whose web pages I said I was work on and haven’t even started, I’m sorry. And to that muh fucka downstairs from me who I promised an ass whoopin’, I’m sorry. I haven’t forgotten about you. You still got an appointment with a size 12 and a half boot with your ass.

On a positive note, I recently got a new Greek crossing jacket from Stuff 4 Greeks and its HOT. I’ll post a picture of it during my lunch break.

If you wants things in your life, you need to be able to change.

As much as I believe in that I still find it very difficult to change old habits or make a genuine lifestyle change. This year I decided to eat better, and live healthier. Those are very realistic and obtainable goals unlike trying to get washboard abs by the Summer Conclave. So as hard as I move towards doing the right thing like cutting back on red meat, sugar, soda and Sickie Deez and paying my gym membership at Quads for the year, I still find myself with a can of Mountain Dew on my work desk, a couple of McChicken wrappers in the waste basket and my Quads membership card collecting dust. Am I doomed to be somebody’s DUFF at the club, the designated ugly fat friend? Maybe as much as I want to look and feel good, I probably don’t deserve it and my sub-conscious knows this.

Like my momma use to say, “I ain’t had to whoop some bitch’ ass in a minute…” and essentially thats what I’m feeling right now towards my downstairs neighbor. If I got put up with smelling her weed smoke, her dry hacking in the middle of the night of her fucking miscellaneous niggas at all hours of the day and night then she can stay one night with housing a few of my frat brothers, sorors and bruhs. Oh I can’t wait until I gotta get up at 4 in the morning so I can incite some shit cuz now she’s gonna see me get ugly.

I’m really enjoying this whole salaried employee thing at work, for the most part. I’m really going to be loving it once my benefits kick in next month. The company hired me fulltime and then they got this Indian kid (the kind that come from India), Panjabi I.T., from my old job at Purdue AV. He’s a twenty-three computer engineering major and hopefully he knows something about computers. Because all I’ve seen him do in the twos that I sat down to show him the ropes was holla at bitches on MySpace.com. Don’t get me wrong, there’s nothing wrong with spending some time cyber-trolling, Lord knows that I use to do it quite frequently *cough* A4A *cough*. But I’ll be damned if I get some bullshit call in the middle of the night because 1- he can’t figure something out or 2-he’s too busy Ya-Hoing!

This morning I had a call like that. Its a down week meaning that one or all of our production lines will not be running for a week so there’s a light load of work. Becasue of this Panjabi I.T. has been openning the plant and been doing a pretty half-ass job too. So I get a call at 6:30 this morning, saying the shopfloor is down, Panjabi I.T. didn’t come into work, so I come in with cole in my eyes and pissed off. I was pissed off becasue not only was the problem minor (like a 2 second fix) but it was something that I warned him about 2-3 times because it’s something that happens every Monday. Also he’s yet to realize the fundamentals of priorities. Some issues have a higher priority over others and if someone is calling you and you busy, you need to tell the caller that and you’ll get to them in a timely fashion. I don’t want to get anymore phone calls, getting me out of bed about bullshit again. I got wet dreams I need to be having.

Precision, Do-Ryte, Capone & Equalizer

I can still see him doing that crazy dance or sending everyone a silly text message in the middle of the night. I already know that I’m going to miss his laugh and how he made sure everyone was okay. Last night I lost my Brother Equalizer, my friend Jabari. And while we might not have been blood, we were still family.

Something interesting just happened… a friend (and I mean that in its loosest definition) told me that I’m not a good person because I couldn’t devote any time towards him. Since I work a lot of hours and because I’m fairly active in my fraternity my free time is pretty slim. So am I wrong in thinking that I should be granted a little leeway? You would think that a friend would understand my sitaution somewhat. Am I correct in thinking that this negro is on some selfish bullshit and I should be happy that he’s elected to remove himself from the equation that is Tony?

This brings up something that I’m been sitting on for a minute as well. Another friend is apparently upset with me regarding my spending habits (more specifically my purchase of my new iPod) and has promptly stopped talking to me. It took me about a week or so to realize that they were even mad at me. At that point I had to laugh because they were mad at something at some that had absolutely no impact, effect or consequence in their life what so ever. Overall it made them seem a little jealous. This was someone who I’d converse in confidence. Told them about the amounts of money that I made, and even complained about not having money (which I do a lot). But never told them that I had gotten a second pay increase this year or the fact that I was hired and was going to be grossing almost 50 grand so I have what they call “DISPOSABLE INCOME.” So I let them be mad at me becasue I owe no one an explaination about what I do with my money. So it seems that I don’t have to do anything to piss people off, so the question is still there… Have I pissed you off yet?