Shit Talking @ MindSay 
You know what I'm talking about right? The day where you do sooooo much good and you're really helping everybody, you start to feel good about everything. Yeah that's what I'm talking about. Then there's always that one person who screws it up for everyone. yeah I was helping my friend Ryne at Gamestop, hahah yes I went there to see how everyone is doing. That place has got shit from shit hitting the ceiling fan, it's terrible. And so I'm just going around helping people today and just having a good day. So I decide even though it was late to drop by a Kim's house tonight.. To drop off the Batman Anime movie she's been dying to see, and I thought it would make her day, I mean if she wanted to talk that's cool but I was just dropping off the dvd. But she has some really igorant friend whose been spending two weeks over, being overprotective, give me a freaking break. I didn't call and that it was midnight, umm hello it's summer and I wasn't execting on saying. What a bia bia, I'm grown man I can stay out however late I don't need someone to tell me what to do when I wasn't doing anything wrong. Thinking it's creepy.
So I don't know she got Kim in some freaking mood, asking why am I here. Dropping off a DVD that I JUST TOLD YOU ARE YOU DEAF!?!?! I just left after that I couldn't even say anything I was sooo mad. ITalked to Kaitlin new friend or actually a customer from gamestop with her little brother now we becamse good friends. So we've been talking for like three hours she made me feel alot better. But yeah that was uncall for. So what if I didn't call, I just called her to tell her I was here to drop off the Batman dvd but they made a big deal out of nothing. Can't wait till that b!tch goes back, trying to protect her when she hasn't even been here for her truly for like three years. So she needs to get herself together before talking sh!t about people she doesn't know. Anyways good morning good night.
that happened a bunch today!
holy shit!!
oh and by the way:
i know that you're talking shit about me right in front of my face.
do you think i'm just stupid or something?
damn.
There is this one asshole that use to be my friends.
Til I found out he was a back stabbing motherfucker.
Him and Kayla started talking and then talking on the phone.
This kinda made me mad.
He said shit about me and her, she dident care tho.
She wanted me to stop smokeing (Swear to god only thing that keeps me sane sometimes.)
So I told her id strop smokeing if shed stop talking to Kenny.
Well she said she did... For a few months now.
To find out they still talk.
Oh, Aslo found out that sence this is only a "Break."
That when when she feels like going back out that she expects me to just go out with her,
and act like nothing ever happened.... Yeah right.
FIRST AND FOREMOST I WOULD LIKE TO SAY THAT I AM JEALOUS OF MYCLETTE BECAUSE SHE GOT TO SEE MY BABY'S DADDY, LENNY KRAVITZ IN CONCERT LAST NIGHT! I AIN'T MAD AT YOU GIRL!
Also check out greatgoogamooga if you want to read some contemporary poetry. I love poetry but am terrible at writing it so I was surfing around looking for poetry bloggers and BAM! There are some really nice and sometimes dark poems on his blog so check'em out. Now on to me.....
Howdy all, as you know I am on the road to adventure these days and have been "training" for some vigorous outdoor activities. I put training in quotes because I don't think I train in the truer sense of the word. Anyway I have dropped another 7 pounds and gained a tiny bit of muscle. Crazy, huh? Anyway after my workout this morning I came home to shower, and then prepare for the lecture that I have to give tomorrow on the Aztec account of the Spaniard conquest of Mexico (say that 5 times fast) and found that the fucking water was off because of some sort of maintenance issue. So I had to sit down all funky and wait until the water came back on which I had to pray was before I had to start getting ready for work. Luckily for the me, the folks on the bus and my co-workers the water was back on about 30 minutes after I got home and I could do some maintenance of my own.
On a happier note I finally got my package from Crystal Mountain aromatics and I will be making soap all weekend (well not all weekend but you get the idea). I needed some supplies to complete some special orders I had. So all the ladies on my email list compiled by the lovely Lady Hester shall find there soaps on the way by Monday before class (or Tuesday after I get home from work) of next week. Now excuse me for a moment while I channel some of the ghetto of my youth so that I might address someone who visits my blog on the cool......
Andy/Alex- I am gonna need for you to keep her name outta yo' mouth. We can chill and everything but I think you know me well enough to know where I draw the fuckin' line. So if you can't cut the shit then stop fuckin' wit me then eat a fuckin dick you cunt! I didn't wanna put you on blast but after that shit you pulled last night you and yo mutha fuckin' friends can eat me cuz I don't get down like that! You know I don't fight unless I am in danger of serious bodily harm or possible death and I have never had a fist fight in the school-yard or anything like that...But keep runnin' yo fuckin' mouth and I will SNATCH YO ASS BALD! And that as you say is "on da real"!
Now If you can cut the shit, then call me Boo......it's all on you.
Sorry about that folks but I wanted to make sure I was heard by someone verbally and in writing so there is no mistake.
how about a poem....here...goes....
One Art
The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.
I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.
--Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.--Elizabeth Bishop
Goddess Bless