People Ain't Shit

Music: Ghetto Boys- Die, Mutha fucka

You know, isn't it a positive thing that people care enough about themselves to get checked out for HIV? There is a bus outside of the campus giving free test to anyone and some of my fellow UB employees are snickering and giggling at the people waiting to get tested. What type shit is that? I mean, sure, maybe you can't get laid and abstinence is the best protection, but some people can and some people slip up. Better safe than spread the hivvy like mayonnaise.

I haven't blogged in a while....what have I got going on. Hmmmm....

Oh! Perpetual doghouse at home. I'm cut off from everything; even food and water. I'd be cut off from shelter too if I wasn't so intimidating to a would-be intruder.

School is almost done and I am SOOOO mutha fucken glad! I've had senior slump all semester and would not be surprised if I busted out with 2 C's. Oh well! I walk, SON!

Job. Job is good, but I'm ready to make more cheese. I've had my resume out there and so far I've gotten a lot of bites. I've already had to turn down one job because it was in the boonies. Decent pay, great learning environment, but in the middle of no where. So either UB starts kicking out more cheese or I'm le Bounce

Social life? What a fiasco. I've ostracized so many people in the last couple months and I don't know why. I think I'm turning into Michael Douglas's character in "Wall Street" except I'm not the cut throat type. When I was in that contest, man! The whole business strategizing and "busta cap in their proverbial asses!" mentality was invigorating. I don't think I've ever had a high like that from work before. Hard work at that too. And sex? Chile please. I ain't had that in so long I don't even know what that is. Took make matters worse, I've been turning it down! Yeah! That's right. I have no idea why...I've had a few indecent proposals lately and I can't seem to step to the mic. It's so bad now that if I BOUGHT some pizzat I probably would just sit in the room with her and make irreverent remarks about her body until my time was up. That's just gay.

Speaking of gay, I had a gay laden (pardon the pun) weekend last weekend. Friday night I took my hip hop kids (all growed up...**sigh**) roller skating. Friday night is exclusively for pre-teens and teens. It was great to see kids that age enjoying themselves without acting retarded or like they missed their meds for the day. Anyway, I saw about 2 or 3 gay boys on the floor skating and I was like "hmmm...starting early. Very good..." When we left, those 2 and a few other in the Rainbow Crew were hanging out outside of the rink dancing. It looked like Le Cage Au Faux meets What's Happening. There was even some booty dancing. Ish.
The next day was my cousin's surprise b-day luncheon at one ofNeckbone's favorite spots (you know the place, dude!). As usual, my cousin's friends where there in all their Banana Republic glory. The twist was that it was a kindergarten party so we ate cake off of Star Wars plates and all of the gifts she received were toys, coloring books, etc. Uh...yeah.
The beautiful thing about that was that she has friends/gf who care enough to do that for her. I thought about the last time someone had ever done that for me; and it just depressed me for the rest of the weekend. Not that I want a surprise b-day party, but it would be nice to know that you had people who cared about you that much.

And on a much happier note, its Spring, the ladies are taking more fashion risks, and I don't need glasses to see it.


Later
BK

Always American

You know, I frequently come on here and blast white Americans for stealing black Americans style such as giving a pound (fist-to-fist acknowledgement), the famous but fading "you go girl!", and the hand shake with the finger snap.
Well, as proof of American's willingness and desire to conform with each other, Glueman saw a brother of Hershey's chocolate skin, shoulder-length dreds and a really nice suit. All completed with a pair of matching flip flops.

A suit.

And a pair

of fucken

flip flops.

Those of you who know me know I can't STAND to see anyone in flips who aint on the beach. I mean, we are on the East Coast in the spring. The hottest day so far has been 80 degrees. How the hell can you rock some flip flops? And brothers should just know better. I dont remember my grandfather or father EVER wearing them so its not like its a fashion thats resurfaced. Sandals, yes. All day long. Flip flops. Please. Men need to keep those for the beach or the locker room as shower shoes.

American Conformity. Hoorah.....

TTTT: Stuck on Gay

I had no TTTT topic for today UNTIL this morning when I finished my workout. I was heading to the showers and I can really get a towel around me snuggly so I usually don't bother. So why come I noticed that dude was looking at my ass from the corner of my eye? Why is that? It wasnt a gay stare, but he was damn sure stuck on gay for peepin my crack.

So for TTTT today, complete this sentence: "I was stuck on gay when....."

Go.