the foolishness of my life

so once upon a time someone called me cynical. being like a freshman in high school and dude being like 10 years older than me i had to holler at my Garfield webster dictionary, oh yes, Garfield had his own dictionary...so i find out tht def wasn't a compliment...anyway, nowadays i find myself laughing at any and everything. in some instances my sense of humor has left my mother embarrassingly shaking her head in public. i know i know laughing at handicap people should def give me a one way ticket to hell, i know. but i couldn't help it. it's foolishness, i'm foolish sometimes, but then again so is life. what's my point? i
have.
a
problem. and i kind of don't want help. laughter is another means for me to stay sane, because i swear if i didn't do it, i'll prolly be close to death. i'm no comedian, but every now and then i can crack a few people up, ok mostly my fellow foolish friends, but what can i say, the things and anonymous people that occur and cross my path make me act in such a way. i would blame it on my aunt, my stepfather, one of my best friends and my obsession w/ Martin (the show, not the man), but that wouldn't be fair, sort of. but anyway i decided to do this entry because of a funny and ignorant situation i had on myspace today. so this chick i don't know, had sent me mad annoying messages last year like week after week. i only responded to like the 1st 2 then just stopped. for some reason she got biligerant, idiotic and damn near crazy. so apparently i like her "man", i'm talking to her man, and what the hell?!?! like who does that? i thought u went from being new to the area from California to possibly seeing me back n the day at a church to having female issues and needing my advice(?!?!), i'm kinda lost w/ ur memory or sanity for that matter. so the chick for the 1st time in like months sends me a random ass message, and of course she uses her favorite vocabulary word, excuse me folks i don't do this often and nevr use this word:bitch. she's like 26, y act 16? who really gets buck via internet, where they do that at?? LMAO. and people wonder y i laugh at every dam thing, because of other ignorant people. see my triflingness is limited, but this fatal attraction stuff is utterly pitiful. i would respond to her message but y? SIDEBAR: i'm listening to slowjams on the radio and i swear there's this old song that's like 6 mins long and there ARE NO WORDS, but i love it.lol.....ok there are like 3 words tht are said somewhere n the song....
and who is ur "man"??? like am i supposed 2 have jus 1 guy's number n my phone, like c'mon drop a name, an initial, eye color, shoe size.lolol. i think the chick is psychotic, but nvrtheless she makes for a good laugh. oh the random and ironic thing about today's occurence i was walkin 2 class and DJ Iran was talkin bout tyler perry's stalker and asked ppl 2 call and talk about when they were stalked, u ever find urself laughing n public at a thought..yea i did that....and then she stalked hours later. LMAOLMAOLMAO i love my life

the trife of la television

so my friend and i are at work, doing anything other than and we get to wrappin about the usual mess we indulge in on television. this week's h.a.m (as she would call it), VH1's new Miss Rap Supreme. so we talk about the good rappers on the show and we talk about the messes: mostly Khia aka ms. my neck and my back. so we question:why in the world did they let her on the show? and then there's T-Pain's baby mama, Ms. Cherry and then there's a former female rapper's daughter. so we're like umm ok, shouldn't there be rules to this game? but nonetheless we plan on watching it next week and those to follow, because since America's Best Dance Crew finaled, what else is there? lol....

oh but wait there's more...i wasted 30 mins of my life to watch Flavor Flav's new show Under one Roof. i did say i wasted 30 mins right? acting was wack, plot was weak, concept, just str8 bafoonish. I can't lie i'm amongst the people who've revived the former Public Enemy hype man's career by watching all 3 Flavor of Loves, i'm sorry America, i couldn't help it....but yet again nonetheless, this show i will not watch next week. if it makes it to episode 3, it's because a lot of white people watched it. no offense...c'mon Flav get you're life together, i kno u got 7 kids but there are other ways 2 get paid, just ask Soulja Boy, Hurricane Chris, J-kwon aka mr everybody in the club get Tipsy (hmm where he at?), Paris Hilton, Kim Kardi, hell take your pick....

the G.R. experience

so growing up, i based a lot of my decisions on my religious beliefs, and i'm still doing that, but as days go by i want to try new things...even like getting a tattoo. i'm afraid of needles, but the idea that there is something that can permanently represent me as an individual for the world to see i think is remarkable in a sense..SIDEBAR: so today i went to the funeral of the chairwoman of the deaconess board, i swear yo Deaconess Gladys Robinson was str8 up the epitome of a Godly woman. my words can't even do justice and i'm a writer, that's how serious it is....u already are missed and in the choir loft lies your robe in rememberance of you..the service was beautiful but what i wouldn't give to hear you sing "Oh Zion"....damn.

small in stature
vast n heart.
blessed with gifted hands
fabrics formed patterns
as too was your style
unmatched, kinda like this dude's i know
the smile you wore like a sunday hat, like the ones L. Boogie spoke of once.
Yo, L how's the New York life?
this isn't about her, this is about her,
Gladys. one of the 12 foundations of the E. kind of like one of the 12 disciples.
they say 7 is the number of completion, i just say it's a number
your absence weighs heavy on hearts
specially the white-haired fellow
who you experienced love with
43.
i want to be like you, me and my love on 43.
years of marriage, of course not all bliss, but who cares? fools expect bliss, i expect reality.
and that is that you were n tht coffin, and we let out salty sadness.
the illness took you, but what we wouldn't give to take you back

6.29.32-4.8.08--Gladys Robinson

The D of M.A.A.D.

I don't even know why I'm trying to keep up with this blog when I can't even keep up with my personal one. Things are moving so fast nowadays...didn't we just graduate from high school? If I have any intentions of remembering any details from the past, it is in my best interest to WRITE THEM DOWN. No doubt. High school, and even some of college is beginning to blend together in my mind. I remember an event, and then I have to struggle to remember if it happened, freshman, sophomore...whatever it happened one of those years, lol.

However, granted that we're all on a serious grind, this is also a way to keep up with each other's lives as we attempt to leave our years of undergrad behind and join adulthood. Eww.

I'm learning more than ever that GW really didn't prepare for the real world as it relates to "being on my own." Unlimited utilities...water, electric, air conditioning, heat,cable, high speed internet...man I had it made in the shade in college. And then...undergrad ended, and...back home. I like home. Sort of. In theory, but maybe not really much. Lol I'm using all kinds of negatives...

Let's just say I was raised to be independent. And...well, I feel like it's time for me to be that way. Rent.com is one of my new favorite websites...even though I can't afford most of the places in DC that are listed on it. Whatever. I'll make something work.

Def gotta give it up to M for bein on her own. That's a type of grown I can only aspire to be at this point, lol. But I'll get there. We all will.

Yo, A! Hit us up with some stories from Italy!!

And A^2, you better get that tat idea finalized main, because that piercing is callin me. Well nevermind just got off the phone witcha guess we'll wait til all of our funds are flowin a lil better, lol.

I'll holla