Rah-Rah.

Well I have four main things goin through my head so I'm just gonna launch em at you.

1) I don't feel like I'm politically inclined. I can't get too excited about this election, I really can't. My parents talked to me for a good length about this and how history is being made with a black presidential candidate, etc. And it's all well and good. However, I just know how shit is gonna go down. The Republicans are gonna go out and attempt to steal the election as they did the last couple of times. And if the Barack were to get elected, they better give him some Popemobile treatment because some Southern motherfucker will try to assassinate him hah. I know who I'm voting for already without watching the elections and all that. The thing is...people tell you your vote counts. How the hell does it count in New York state where it's mainly a liberal state? I can understand my vote counting in Florida, Ohio, Pennsylvania and maybe a couple other states but other than that, that's what the electoral college is for.

2) My swag died. I feel like I sustained a serious injury to my ego and I need to have it restored somehow. It's been like that since early November, and I'm guessing its a injury similar to that of a torn ACL or some shit. Other than a few glimpses here and there of hope, I'm pretty much done, and I feel like people can see that etched on me. Right now there's nothing I can do about it other than just ride the wave. As I'm writing this I'm listenin to a song called "Watch out for the Big Girl" but to me it translates to "Hell, Just Bring It". The song "Swagger by Us" by TI, Kanye, Weezy and Jay-Z does NOT apply to me. And if you have swagger like me then you better go get help and pray to your God.

3) Speakin of which, and I'm sure yall have noticed this already but the differences in thick/fat spanish and black chicks and thick/fat white chicks is almost night and day. They have confidence and swag that sometimes, I don't understand why they have it but it's because since we men are dogs, most minority dudes will fuck anything that walks, hence boosting their confidence and making it appear that it's all good. Meanwhile, thick/fat white chicks are ignored by their white male counterparts because they don't fit the ideals of what MTV tells them about the Celery Stick women. Hence, you see a lot of them with black dudes; because we don't care nearly as much about the asthetic look of things.

4) My job continues to make me laugh. Because of my "faggot" incident not only can't I transfer out of that store...but now I can't get promoted/work in another department; nor can I get a possible raise for one year. I mean, I hope to God within a year...hell by December I'm gettin the fuck out of there because there's almost no point of going to work anymore. I mean I'll still go out and do my thing I have no other choice. However, there's no incentive for me to do so. Today I slept in (well actually I got into this argument for no fuckin reason) so I decided not to head to work and no-called no-showed. I would have went actually if I wasn't told last second to take the bus but it's whatever now.

And So On.

The Other F-Bomb.

When you go out and talk shit about people and whatnot, it ain't gonna be pretty. Most of the time you say these things out of frustration, but half the time you say em because at the end of the day, they're almost natural to say in everyday language. Yeah, I say fuck, shit, damn all that extracuricular bullshit. I won't lie sometimes "nigga" comes out my mouuth every now and then especially when I'm chillin with my niggas. Thing is, normally this language you aren't gonna express it towards someone that you don't know because with the pussification of America, keepin it real is outlawed. If everyone kept it real however, there would be pure chaos..but that's not possible anyway because there are realists, unicorn-believin mothafuckas and then there are faggots.

Wait...there goes that word. Faggot.

It's supposed to describe someone who's gay. It's supposed to be derogatory towards them, make them feel like shit, similar to the word nigga. But those two words I just used are the most commonly-used "slurs" out there and their definitions tend to get blurred. When I'm pissed yeah I'll call someone a faggot because they're actin like a punk bitch, or as Riley from the Boondocks says, a bitch ASS nigga hah. Or they're being really annoyin, like a pest, yippin and yappin like a faggot. The thing is, I ain't gonna call someone who's gay a faggot. They're homo sure, but that's their choice in life and although I don't agree with the lifestyle whatsoever, it is what it is I'll let them be as long as it doesn't affect me. But I'm not gonna get into that whole schpel, I'm simply talkin about the word faggot.

This word got me into some deep shit at work last Monday. As I mentioned in my last blog before I was dealin with these people for about 2 1/2 hours about an iPhone/ATT phone bill issue...which to an extent was my fault but I didn't know how the hell to handle the situation after a while. Having to go on the phone for 45 minutes twice, deal with ATT themselves at the store and them basically ignoring me, and then...blah. After the 2nd time with ATT on the phone, I finally had enough and thought the situation was resolved. I go into the manager's office exasperated, put the phone down and say "I'm tired of dealing with these...faggots" and my manager is shocked by this going "How can you say such a thing blah blah blah?" Damn, talk about a wrong choice of word. Had I said fucks, retards, bastards, anything else that wasn't considered a "slur", it probably would've been still trouble, but not too severe. But since faggot is apparently a harsh word...and there are quite a few people that embrace the alternate lifestyle that I work with...it was taken pretty seriously. Hence why I was sent home, and then issued an "Indefinite Warning" the day I came back to work basically saying if I pull a Ryan Howard again, I'm gonna get fired hah.

2 things to note:
1) The people I work with are chill as hell...sure I keep my distance from most of them but that's my choice I mean I come in to get that guap, see what's good and that's pretty much it. I'll talk to almost everyone but I've never been that dude that takes the time to forge close friendships...I don't know why.

2) The situation as a whole was the frustrating aspect. Honestly if I were to be in the two people's shoes I would've done the same exact thing. That's what happens tho when a nigga is starvin and agitated hah...and I'm an incredibly patient person but when the stomach's rumblin, especially a stomach as big as DK's...I'm gonna get to grumblin. Ya dig?

So when I use the word faggot I ain't callin you gay. Your actions tho are so, they're very bitchmade and you should go grab a strapon and Peter North the fuck outta yourself.

And so on.

At the end of the day II.

1) I wonder how much weight I'd lose if I went on a coke diet and ran 2x/day for about 2 months hah.

2) I consider myself the one-night only limited edition special...because apparently I'm only good enough to get a number out of pity but nothing else.

3) I was told to go home early from work for the first time in my entire life yesterday because I had to deal with a customer issue which took me 2 and a half friggin hours to deal with. And I lost my cool, not at the people, but the entire retarded-ass situation. Worst part of it all was that they were waitin for me ugh...and I wasn't havin the best of days before that. I don't think I've ever dealt with something that tedious and annoying in my entire life; not to mention takin lunch almost 2 hours past when I was supposed to.

4) Don't try to bet against me in bowling because I will annihalate you. I bowled my first ever 200 game (201) last night after a dinner bet was placed. Oh yeah, this was when I was still on the clock.

5) This year's Olympics have been pretty fuckin exciting so far.

6) I'm convinced Michael Phelps is a modern-day Wilt Chamberlain in terms of the amount of bitches he probably gets to screw. Oh and he'll be the greatest gold meadilist of all time at age 23 good lord.

7) The Mets and their bullshitpen make me wanna hurl.

8) But it's pretty hilarious to think that the Yankees may not make it to the playoffs this year. I wonder how many more people will hop off the bandwagon if this occurs.

9) I'm still fuming over my August 2nd $111 bet that barely went wrong. ONE FUCKING OUT AWAY SHIT!!!

10) I still haven't received my $375.

11) I'd much rather work an 8-5 shift and wake up all groggy but get the fuck outta work when normal people do than work a 1-10 shift any day of the fuckin week. Even if hungover.

12) Saturday nights are called the "I got a boyfriend but I'm gonna flirt/dance with you like I'm single" nights now.

13) Cockblocks should get smacked with my cock.

14) Drunk girls are amazing up until one of them goes "over the top". Then for some fuckin reason, their attitudes take a full 180 and suddenly they become bitchy and act like you don't exist anymore. Why is this?

15) Lil Wayne makes less and less sense everyday and with each passing song of his. Hell he may make less sense than Cam'ron, yet everyone loves him.

16) Once a girl tells me she has a boyfriend, she becomes hella unattractive to me hah.

17) My swagometer: 3/10

18) Imagine if I decided to intern at Nike after all these years with Adidas as a brand coach (but not really goin anywhere) hah?

19) Current T-Shirt of mine: Sum Yung Ho Massage Parlor: Customer Always End Happy

20) My next T-Shirts I think: Bitches Love Me and the Almighty Dikembe Mutombo

21) Thank god summer is almost over.

22) So I met John Starks today. Aside from that Game 7 performance in the 1994 Finals, he was the fuckin man. I'm sure if he was still playing he'd be our starting point guard. Fuck Marbury hah.

23) I'm pretty sure this song will be played 50x/day for the next few weeks here in NYC now.

24) The Jets with Brett Favre and a revamped offensive line will be better, but I'm cautious as a Jets fan. Our front 7 is still trash. 8-8 is my prediction for a record...albeit our schedule isn't that tough. By the way, Chad Pennington is a Dolphin the mere thought of that makes me wanna laugh. I mean, I loved the dude (most accurate passer in NFL history actually) but I'm sure I can throw a ball downfield farther than him at this point.

25) Can football season just start already please? My Saturdays and Sundays will be that much more worth it. Though I'm mad as hell I no longer have NFL Sunday Ticket because that's exclusively on DirecTV and I have Dish Network.

26) Fuck Team USA for beating Angola by only 21.

27) This Wipeout show on ABC does not hold a candle to MxC.

And so on.

Blackout Swag.

...or something like that? To be perfectly honest, I cannot recollect the last time I failed to remember a portion of my night. I take great pride knowin when I get bent that I still recollect everything that happened that night...but this past Thursday seemed to be the exception. Did my usual thing at Nevadas with a couple of new twists...but then I had a Hennessy Mind-Eraser. For those that have no idea what the fuck that is, it's Henny, Vodka, Triple Sec (I think) and Baileys good God...and you sip it all in one half-pint glass. All I can remember however is that they called me up to do a Karaoke song I didn't ask to perform and then all I can truly remember is going home hah. Within that hour or whatever the fuck period that was apparently these things occurred:

-I went to another bar (I do remember this now)
-I made out with this fly chick (tho now I'm not so sure hah but I'm pretty sure I had to if apparently I felt victorious)
-I was hilarious just sayin the most random shit such as shut up many a time (I have no recollection of this)
-We went to Penn Station and shitted on some people (I have no recollection of this)
-I texted some people (I have no recollection of this although nothing bad was said and you can always look back at them hah)

I'm most frustrated about #2 though hah because how the fuck can you not remember if you hooked up with someone or not, especially of her caliber...tho I wouldn't be surprised if this was the morning reaction. My swag must have been phenomenal but good grief, at the very least I want to remember how my game worked or somethin.

Anyhow, usually after you have a very eventful night it's almost impossible to duplicate the feat. It's probably because you're so hyped up from the night before that you figure even if you couldn't pull the same shit off- that your swag is phenomenal and you can make it work for you anyway. Well Friday was lame- it was like Thursday havin a triple-double and then the next day scorin 3 points on 1-19 shootin hah. Then Saturday I had a strange feelin goin in that it was gonna be a very interesting night...

How in the hell do you go inside a bar, go downstairs, and simply see 17 girls and you're the only dude other than the bartender. First reaction is "Are they Lesbian" hah. But no, none of them were...me and my boy eventually began puttin in work to some of them (who were mad chill btw- from out of state of course...I already said out-of-state > in-state). After Nevadas we went to Central Bar (a place I haven't been to since I was 21) and damn that spot is pretty impressive. Albeit almost no one can dance but that's to be expected with viva la white girls. Oh, and this time I remembered everything. I slept on Saturday nights...I'm usually not a fan of them but lately they've been replacing Friday nights as the 2nd best nights of the week (sorry, Thursday nights are the best wooooo).

My swag is back...for now. But you know how that shit goes, as my confidence increases somethin stupid will prob happen and break it. When my swag is up...there is no1 that can stop me (insert Mike Tyson's rant here).

And so on.