Read part one here.
December of 2001 was a pretty fucked up time for me. I was slowing breaking down, I was spending less time with Corey because I was too involved with pledging or I just need some “alone” time. Life at home was stressing, I was paying the utilities at home along with my own bills. My mom figured that forcing me to do so will make me go out and get a high paying job with no regard to the job market.
I knew from the get-go I could keep the turtle eventhough as a kid I’ve always wanted a pet turtle. But the tutle didn’t belong in a cage. In the few hours it spent crawling around my kitchen sink I wonder where he came from. I’m not that close to the lake for a turtle to crawl and it wasn’t a land turtle. Crawling into traffic, the turtle was just out of place.
On the sun had set and the air was cooler, I took the turtle in a old show box to this park in downtown Hammond. It was a nice size man-made pond/lake with fish so it habitable. I place him down in the grass and he scurried off into the water. I watched him get accustomed to his new home before he dove off into the murkiness. I knew I couldn’t have kept him, just like me he would have been out of place.
Sorry to boldly interrupt my little Meme Marathon as if anyone really care. I wanted to take this time to answer a question posed a few post back by the great EJ: “What was the best relationship you ever had? The worst?”
I’m a little touched in the head. Okay that’s an understatement. I was like that before the accident and afterward its only seem to intensify. I’m sure I’ve said plenty of times that I was painfully shy growing up. I was an only child until I was 8 and from then on had a shit load of responsibilities dump on me. I’m sure any mental growth between 8-14 was severely stunted. But don’t worry, I won’t be bleaching my skin or building a Never.land Ranch anytime soon. Being shy, quiet and introverted, I got into the habit of talking to myself mostly from taking on different roles as I played with my toys.
Yes, I talked to myself, I still do to this day. It’s not like I was full on conversations with myself. What happens is that I have a thought and for some reason I play out a scenario of talking about this thought with someone and within the span of seconds of having this thought I catch myself mouthing off the words of what I or the other person in the conversation may say. Something that started out from playing with my Lego blocks and Ninja Turtle figures may have directed me on a course to a psychosis. But I digress.
It’s cause for a celabration because I finally took a semi-clear picture with the camera on my T-Mobile Sidekick.
This is SO on the list of bullshit… The Gold Collar Worker
“Gold collar” employees such as Whitehead tend to work in service industry jobs, from fast food to retail, or as security guards or office workers. They are an increasing economic force because of growth in the service sector, Pierpoint says. They are more often black (as is Whitehead) or Hispanic than white, and neither men nor women are in a rush to get married. They may be recent immigrants or children of immigrants. They do, however, spend money on name-brand items and have fully embraced popular culture and its notion of celebrity status.
I won’t lie, I myself have fallen prey to commercialism and done somethings similar to what was stated in the article but I’ve never said bullshit like this.
On designer clothes, he says: “I do wear Sean John like everybody else. A whole lot of my friends wear his clothes. It’s kind of expensive, but we don’t buy everything. It’s classy, I guess.”
On fancy cars: “Anything left over is mostly for my car. I’ve got rims, a muffler. I tuned up the lights and sound system.”
And to some, this may not seem like a problem.
Spent the weekend doing what I do best – Absolutely Nothing.
Saturday I made my usually comic book store run, spent money I really didn’t have and out of sheer boredom I got up and saw Episode III by myself. By the time I got home it was around 7pm and I chilled with my two best friends: Vodka & Triple Sec. Some point around 1am I was in the mood for a bubble bath. So I headed to the neighborhood CVS and copped some Mr. Bubble, the shit was on point.
Something is definitely wrong with Chris Claremont. If you don’t know who Claremont is, I apologize for that now. Claremont was the one who re-invented the X-men int he early 80’s. Created characters like Kitty Pride aka Shadowcat and co-master minded the Phoenix Saga. Essentially known for characterization and not story/plots, I guess I should had seen this coming.
Regardless of whether you’re straight, gay or bisexual and you are within a monogamous relationship, CHEATING IS WRONG. Doesn’t matter if your side piece is a dick, pussy or ass, DO NOT CHEAT. If your current situation is not working out have the common courtesy to say something to your partner/wife/husband and leave.
It’s really that simple, this is America people and the divorce rate is somewhere above 50%. A few more break ups won’t kill the country. But I can’t sit here and solely blame negros because the media really did instigate this down low issue and blew it out of proportion. Now the DL brothers are now responsible for high HIV statistics, cancer, female pattern baldness and drunk up all the red Kool-Aid. While I can’t the refute the numbers pumped out by the Center of Disease Control where one third of all gay black men are HIV positive, but I have a problem with constant villanizing the gay population. To spout a tired line, black people don’t see the doctor now, after chalking up gay black men as the new anti-Christ what makes people think that they’ll go for testing, counseling and follow ups. People should think before they start point fingers because soon or later those fingers will point back to themselves.
Did that last line sound like Jerry Springer’s Final Thought or what? On a semi-related note, I was somewhere, on some site reading comments which is what I do LURK, and I was sadden by the ignorance of one commentator. Their words exactly “These faggots need to stop killin’ and infecting the str8 females with HIV and go back to killing each other.” No, this wasn’t from GodHatesFag.com and I was upset because there’s a still a great deal of people who don’t know how this virus affects people. I have several close friends and associates who are LIVING with the virus, not out killing straight women or infect others. Being HIV positive is not a death sentence, I wish more people could see that.