While I’m still alittle unresponsive about X3:The Last Stand, I am determine to go see the movie just to see if Ratner fucks it up. Anyway, I caught this clip of X3, its probably in the Danger Room and involves a “Fast Ball Special,” enjoy.

(clip courtesy of AICN)

 

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Broken by Anonymous

I want him to be on the other end when I call.
But thats not going to happened
Sometimes I wish that this had never occured.
Because I told myself I would never be this way again - BROKEN.
I need to stop staring at my phone,
I want to stop seeing your number, your name, your face.
So what am I to do?
I never imagined my life with you before,
Now I can’t pictured it without you

I need to do something, what I really don’t know. I’ve gone through a lot of changes the last couple of months, good and bad and there are still more changes to come. I’m moving within the month, I’m going to South Carolina in May & Florida in July and now I’m recently single. (I know I’ve been very ‘hush-hush’ about the last, might as well continue that trend.)

I need to commemorate all this. A physical representation that I’m not the same man i was before. I’ve been thinking of a few things, but ultimately my impulsive spontaneous side will act out. So lets see if I’ll do something stupid.

As I was sitting here counting down to 5pm and rambling on to myself, I had thought of some really inapporopriate questions that I genuinely want to ask but lack the cojones to do. So why not do it here.

I’ve always wanted to ask a straight cop (read not a rent-a-cop) How much pussy do you get from wearing the uniform? Maybe I’m just feeding into the uniform fetish thing with is apparently mega-hugh in the gay culture, but does something like that have any baring in the real world. And I know I’m not the only one who has thought of this question. If I am, I’ll gladly accept my ‘Prevert Award.’

I’m wishing you the best,
Pray that you are blessed,
Bring much success, no stress, and lots of happiness.
(I’m better than that)
I’m not gonna blast you on the radio,
(I’m better than that)
I’m not gonna lie on you and your family,
(I’m better than that)
I’m not gonna hate on you in the magazines,
(I’m better than that)
I’m not gonna compromise my Christianity,
(I’m better than that)
You know I’m not gonna diss you on the Internet,
Cause my mama taught me better than that!

… But should I trust them with my teeth? Yesterday as I sat in a drugged & dazed decadence at work, I buckled in, and made call to a dentist office. Now that I have some coverage through work I don’t have to sit around and cycle through alternating periods of sufferage and pill-popping. So I looked through the fine details of my dental plan and saw that I most of the dentist in my area that accepted my plan all had the same contact number. I dialed the number and I get Sears. Now as much as I like good ol’ Sears, Roebuck & Company and know that they’re the place to be if you need a new lawnmower or refridgerator but I’m not entirely sure about letting them stick things in my mouth. Anyway, my appointment is set for Monday, May 1st.

Currently trying out a new Wordpress theme, Conestoga Street by Theron Parlin. While its not feature heavy like K2 it does the minimal look I crave. So excuse the mess as I try to hammer out all the kinks.

Panjabi IT: Yo man, I think I have a girlfriend.

Me: LOL… you think. I’m quite sure ya girl knows whether or not she’s your girlfriend or not.

Panjabi IT: Naw man, its all good.

Me: Did you meet her off MySpace?

Panjabi IT: Yeah

Me: Sure she ain’t fourteen? LOL You just got here and you don’t wanna catch a case.

So I’ve made a decision… I’m moving. Whenever my lease is up, either in June or July, I plan on moving back home. Well actually I’ll be taking over my mother’s house, which is something that I’ve been debating for the last year.

Back in the summer of 2004, when I moved old my mom followed suit and and left the house a month after I did. At first she rented the house to this young white family after serveral months of having the house on the market. The white family left the house in bad shape. The neighbors complained about their dogs which tore up the back I spent years grooming and mowing. They left large and unexplained holes in the walls and everything had a dingy color to it. Shortly there after my aunt had moved into the house with my mom’s blessing. And it wasn’t long that my aunt had some difficulties paying the mortgage, paying the utilities and maintaining the house. The power was turned off several times throughout the year and the lawns were overgrown with weeds.

Which brings us back to the present, I have several plans of what to do with the house since there’s about 20+ years left on the mortgage. None of those plans can be done if I have to worry about someone else in my space. I need to re-evaluate this shit pronto.