PAWG

Sistas get pissed with PAWG appreciation...but, I don't know why. I think it's an extension of women's natural enmity toward any woman who "thinks she's cute". That's hilarious. Because every sexually active woman has had what she thinks of as her 'hoe phase'...even if that's only within the confines of her own skull. But, now? LoL...the sisterhood only extends so far.

Anyway...whoo hoo! Lookatdatayuss!!!

Just a Phase I’m Going Through…

I feel detached, right now…as if I'm out of phase with the rest of the world. It's a curious feeling.

Headline Comparison

MSNBC:    Federal Reserve posts record-breaking profit
CNN:    Opinion: D.C. is new financial capital
FoxNews:    Obama May Tax Rescued Banks to Recoup Bailout
NPR:    Federal Prisoners Kept Beyond Their Sentences
BET:    NOLA Councilwoman Denies 'N'-Word E-mail
BlackPlanet:    Is Ray J dating Young Buck?
I couldn't even get the link cuz BP is blocked by corporate firewall based on the amount of fuckery normally present on there.
Draw your own conclusions. But, for real? Black folks need to demand and expect better of themselves; in addition to making other folks act like they have some sense when they deal with us.


I think that we've probably seen the best parts of The Book of Eli in the trailer and that we'll come out of the theater like, "WTF?!?"
Avatar was just Dances with Wolves in Space.


I met an Indian chick (feather, not red dot) online last night. Her lips were totally hawt.


I'm coming into Phase.
Say hi to Phase. She's…saucy!
That amused me. I like the phrase 'saucy wench'!


Why did somebody leave a You Can Be the Wife of a Happy Husband on my desk? I've already explained how to do that in some very simple steps:

1. Stop talking
   
2. Take off (most of) your clothes
   
3. Bring beer/snacks
   
4. See #1
   

One thing that women don't seem to realize: You can be right…or you can be loved.
Another thing that women don't seem to realize: There ain't enough men to go around. Somebody's gonna hafta share.


Gawd, I'm sleepy.


I just had the Best. Lunch. Ever.
No, it wasn't a nooner. Freak.



…and so now?

Oooh!!! Did you see this?!?

Shooz...A Formatting Experiment

Calvin Klein Karla

Promiscuous Ione

Biviel BV2239

I'm bored silly. I've been textin' Laura and telling her about the secret habits of her coworkers while she's in a meeting. I told her that the li'l ol' lady has on matching, crotchless underwear and her email address is piercedkitty@hotmail.com

LMAO!

Sony's pushing for 3-D Television. Nickelodeon can't WAIT!

I'm trying to get back into the groove and post more. Feels like I'm pushing, though.

They closed the schools in Atlanta. The snow isn't even sticking. They cancellin' flights and e'erythang. *smh* Powderpuff-assed state!

I saw a hentai (porno cartoon) that describes my situation. If I could work out an ending like the cartoon, though....

Wait! I'm supposed to be behaving, aren't I?

Phooey!

An hour to go...

Boredboredboredboredboredboredboredboredboredboredboredboredboredbored

2010…and Still No Flying Cars

We've been back to work for two (count 'em: 2) days. How you go'n call in sick today when you already don't have any time? I love her to death. But, um, this ain't what you might call an "employee-friendly" economy. Betta step lively and watch the closing doors!


Ex-wives are the curse of the universe on men dumb enough to get married. Ugh!


Do you ever look at a dumb assed individual and incredulously realize that THIS slow fucker was his dad's fastest sperm that day? You jus' have to quietly hope that that nigga started eatin' some fruit or somethin' to improve the quality of his subsequent busts.


Cage and Eminem have individually spit some of the most venomous bars ever heard on mics. They've said some ol' uncomfortable shit in their quest to rise to the top of the rap game in their respective genres. Both of them are on some ol' whiny-assed EMO shit right now. It's tragically comical. Everybody ain't built to be a thug. That lifestyle will tear you up and scatter the pieces.


Me & Laura talked about each other for about two hours today. She's gonna get me fired (again) for laughin'.


You gotta check out Crunk & Disorderly and In Hood Terms. NEITHER Fresh nor Sane got good sense.


This Dating Game is on my mind on my mind on my mind. That whole cocoon thing? Hm. It's lookin' better and better. Doin' what you're supposed to can (and quite often does) leave you assed out. Playin' the game better than them others leaves a wake of pissed off folks in your wake. So, what ta do…what ta do.

Plus, I'm gunshy. How do I know that this woman who's all that & a bag a chips won't decide later that she can't stand me? Answer: I can't know that. You picks up ya cards. You plays the hand yer dealt.

Sista said I was 'Shallow Hal' cuz I said I answered her question with the response that I won't date a 450lb. chick who isn't cute? If that's how it gotta be, then so be it. Like the sayings go: Life's too short to date ugly chicks…and…I ain't go'n bump no mo' wit' no big fat woman.
I guess.