2004 November

Don’t Wannabe All By Myself

Well Ken should be somewhere in Kentucky on route to Atlanta, moms ifs going to a NA convention in Tennesese which leaves me the odd man out. But there won’t be any pity-parties in the Mercer House because I shall be utilizing my non-paid holiday time to eat some Ham I’m bound to fuck up in Wednesday and kick back watching th Transformers marathon on Thursday on Cartoon Network, the Law & Order marathon Friday on TNT and maybe even do something incredibly stupid like go to the mall on Saturday.

I’m in desparate need of clothes. Realize earlier last week that I look like a fucking bum and this travesty needs to be rectified ASAP. But alas, a negro is broke and because of this non-paid holiday and the 10 day non-paid break at Christmas I wont have anything to exchange for Kenneth Cole and banana Republic joys. Guess its my fault for spend my money of gadgets and electronics. A technosexual without the clothes is just a nerd. And nerds still aren’t cool.

Spendin’ Money Like I Don’t Have Bills

Sometimes I think the titles of my posts are actually longer then the post itself.

I made a big step on Friday. It’s probably something thats gonna bite me in the ass, but I can live with it now. For a minute I’ve been going back and forth bout getting an iPod. The main reason for not getting one was I didn’t that much time listening to music. Granted I do have about 4000 tracks (or 375 CDs) but they only time I listen to anything is either when I’m listening to Howard Stern in the morning or mix-cds I got from The Slim One while I’m in my Piece ‘O’ Shit, going to work.

I’m a avid mac user, and submit to the expense bullshit when I paid $2200 for my PowerBook, so I couln’t use the standard negro excuse. So I did it. I went out Friday morning and bought a 20GB 4th generation iPod. I didn’t get the 40GB cuz I wouldn’t be carry all my music with me and the 20GB was only $50 more the the iPod mini.So I had all weekend to play with my new toy, and now I can’t see myself without carrying it everywhere I go. I sync’d up my contacts and my iCal to it and I’ve been trying to set up my playlist “On The Go.” I really don’t see how people can get a subpar mp3 player, try to hype it up to be as good as the iPod.

Okay, I’m done being on Steve Jobs’ dick…

WalMart Is The 3rd Rung Of Hell

I was in a serious rage about working Saturday night, I took my lunch to see if I could go buy some happiness. And there are no street walkers in Hammond, not that I’ve been looking… that much… recently… anymore. But I need to spend some money to forget that I was working until 2am over the weekend. So I drive down the street to the local Walmart to check out some movies and PS2 games.

First off the place was packed, It was the first saturday of the month and as my dearly departed grandmother, Rebecca would say; “Fuckin’ welfare receiptants everywhere!” Personally, I don’t care how people make their money as long as it isn’t made by robbing my black ass but I digress. The Negro Force was out in full effect; as I was strolling around the electronics to get a copy of Shrek 2 and hopefully Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas and I run into one of my road dawgs, John.

John use to work for one of the US Senators for Indiana but got caught up in some bullshit, like fucking a 15 year old and now he uses his Master’s degree to assistant manage the Walmart. I say my pleasentries, and attempt to make plans to hang out the next day. I say my goodbyes, turn around and damn near walk into some nig and his 5 kids. Not only was all 5 kids under five years old, one of them was funky as fuck. Like goats fucking pigs rolling in horse shit kinda funky. Now I would normally just walk away but I had to get back to work and they was all just standing there around the shit I wanted. I would have said something but the smell was already fucking up my ofactory nerves, I was not bout to open my mouth to start tasting that shit too. So I wait for bout a good minute, and as the shittlings start to run away from the Weekend dad, I notice its not the kids that stink its the dad that smells ike moist armpit in sitting in the sun.

At that point I was like “fuck it”, they didn’t have Shrek 2 or GTA: San Andreas over here. I turn around to go to some other display with the cheap DVDs and this other negro is there, looking at shit. He glances up at me and he has this long and big ass open ass wound on his face. Some true horro movie looking type of shit. This niggas was up in Walmart, face bleeding, no bandage and had smeared vaseline/neosporen on it.

I bounced before the lepards and shit decided to get they shop on. I hate going to Walmart.

Work Advice

Just some adivce from your friendly neighborhood negro. There are two people who you don’t fuck with at work. Not talking bout the mangers or any of those uptight, stuffy muh fuckas, I’m talking bout the janitors and the payroll accountants. Essentially, you don’t wanna piss off people you handle your check or clean up your shit. So next week on Monday when you get to your place of business, go out of your way to say “hi” to them.

Disenfranchised Like A Muh Fucka

Ain’t much that can be said bout how the system don’t work. Well it does work, just not for my black ass. I saw this shit go down as soon as I went to vote 630am Tuesday morning. I was the only negro in line, but I was the only negro in the neighborhood anyway. Indiana is 88% pinko, which is bout a 10-1 ratio to the black, probably why the Klan still marches in the county hub.

And for the record, I’m not upset cuz I think my vote did not count, just pissed off cuz everyone in the middle lower income brackets including my me are going to have to endear 4 more years of gettig the shaft as the economy and healthcare are surely wiped out.