Freestyle Friday

My cable company sucks. I am writing this damn post at work, because my cable (including my internet) has been out since Wednesday afternoon. I haven't had time at work to come up with a cohesive post, so I am going to just tell you some of the random thoughts that popped in my head today. I call it Freestyle Friday:

Syracuse really screwed me. I picked them to go to the finals, I thought they were a team of destiny, but they just underacheived like usual. Check out my bracket

Why did this chick just pinch me? (I found out later)

Am I really not supposed to notice titties at work? Come on, I know there are sexual harassment laws, and I'm not seeking them out, but damn, you should see what these women are wearing.

I wonder how many times I can not answer my phone before they will get the hint. I'm talking about my work phone, but this goes for home too.

Okay, I just read Nikki's post and apparently since I didn't wear green on St. Patrick's Day, muhfuckas think they got the right to infringe on my personal space.

When I wore that green shirt on Wednesday, I had to beat them girls off with a stick.

Damn, I'm a cocky muhfucka. (not really, but maybe sometimes)

I want a drink. Like really, really want a drink. I'm no alcoholic but today is one of those days.

If this girl don't quit talking to me while I'm blogging, I'm gonna lose it.

I haven't been to a strip club in 2006. Time to rectify that oversight.

I talk on my cell phone like I am still in high school.

I need a vacation like nobody's business.

Forest Whitaker is killing it on "The Shield" this year. He really is a phenomenal actor

I really like Mos Def, and I think he's a good actor, but the WTF was up with that accent in "16 Blocks"

For some reason, I have been getting road rage. I've been cursing cats out left and right on my 5 minute ride to work.

Seriously, this girl needs to stop talking to me,. I don't care about the guy you met at Vision.

I bought 10 boxes of Girl Scout cookies from my niece. What the f*ck am I gonna do with 10 boxes of cookies?

Little Brother at the Roxy on Tuesday. I am there. I wish my friends were into hip hop like I am, but since they aren't, T.Casanova will be going solo to the concert.

I haven't gone grocery shopping in a month. I got butter, sugar and expired milk in my kitchen.

I know it's messed up but I don't comment on any blogs written by men.

I love to say "I told you so!" because I like the validation of being right all the damn time.

Keyshawn Johnson has comparable stats to Michael Irvin, so why does everybody hate on him? I wish the Falcons would sign him but it ain't gonna happen because our G.M. can't stand him from when they were both in Tampa.

What is that sample in that new T.I. song? That catchy ass tune got me saying "What you know about that?" all day.

Remember in "Purple Rain" when Prince just flipped and bitch slapped Apollonia? That's what I wanna do to the next person who comes to my desk uninvited. (Private message for ___: Remember the I Would Die 4 U dance? "all, all, all I really need/is to know that u believe)

It's time for me to get a girlfriend, I've been solo long enough. But I am gonna miss doing what I want when I want.

The next woman I can put up with (or vice versa) for 3 months is getting knocked up. (I'm joking, I think)

I wonder if she is thinking about me right now.

Enough freestyling. Time to go home.

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