Friday, April 28, 2006

Early Weekend

Peace, Fam. Sorry, I didn't post anything until now. I took a couple of well needed vacation days to chill. I have a friend in from out of town, so I will be doing the tourist thing for the next couple of days. Today, we are gonna hit up the Georgia Aquarium. Tomorrow, we are supposed to go to Six Flags if it doesn't rain and maybe Atlantic Station. Anyway, I'll be back on Monday with T. Casanova's Music Quiz. I stole this idea from Cocoa Girl. Basically, I will be posting lyrics to some songs and letting you the reader try to guess the song and the artist. I know I am all about the hip hop, but I can be diverse. I am going to have 2 sections to the quiz: Hip - Hop and R&B. And the best part is the prize. The winner of the quiz gets...wait for it...wait for it...NOT A DAMN THING!!! This is strictly for pride. Anyway, that's what's going on with me. How are you going to spend your weekend?

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Wednesday, April 26, 2006

Questions I Asked Myself

It's been awhile since I got random, and since I'm still half sleep, and don't feel like coming up with anything else, I decided to post the random questions that went through my mind yesterday and this morning.

Do people really care about Tom Cruise's baby?

Why don't I care about the NBA this year?

When are the Knicks gonna get rid of Isaiah Thomas?

Did she really tell me to stop staying late at work and then give me a whole buncha shit to do?

What is up with the gas prices?

Was she talking about me on her blog (1 of 2)?

Was she talking about me on her blog (2 of 2)?

Is Nick Cannon's show funny or corny as hell?

You are coming when???

Is it real son, is it really real son?

How can I improve my time management skills?

Will the Falcons make the playoffs this year?

Why oh why did I need cappuccino?

Whose gonna figure out the music questions?

How can someone so insecure have such a big ego?

Why you gotta make things so difficult?

Why you wanna go and do that now, huh?

Why ESPN show the same SportsCenter all morning?

Why isn't LOST new tonight?

Did South Park really do that episode about Oprah?

If you don't remember something, did it really happen?

Is this nigga on coke?

How old is too old to be up in the club every Friday and Saturday?

Am I an idiot sometimes?

Can you stop talking for just a second? No seriously, stop talking.

What did you think was gonna happen differently?

Now that I am nice, is she gonna start stalking me again?

Why do I ask so many questions?

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Tuesday, April 25, 2006

Since Blogger Was Trippin...

I tried to post this yesterday, but since Blogger was trippin, I'm just gonna put this up today, along with an update.

Anti social T. actually got out this weekend. Me and a couple of friends hit up Dugan's on Ponce for a night of drinking and unwinding. I went with my homegirls K and Chi-Town. From what I had heard, Dugans was usually packed but that night the place was basically empty. The parking lot was crowded, but when we took our seats on the outside patio, there were only a few other occupied tables. K and Chi had been raving about some drink with 12 different liquors in it, so we got a round of those to start off with. I cant remember what it was called, but I was not impressed. It tasted like candy to me and I didn't get a buzz. The ladies however were another story. By the time our food came, they were already tipsy. As I ate my chicken cheese steak, I listened and laughed at their alcohol induced stories. One story in particular had me rolling. They were telling drunk sex stories and one said she fell asleep while giving head. We laughed about that for a while, then ordered a second round. I wasn't messing with that sweet drink this time, so I got my usual Henny and Coke, while they both got another 12 liqour drink. I was still straight, but the ladies are getting more and more tipsy. I even had to finish K's drink for her. Of course, I had my camera with me so I started taking flicks of the drunk behavior around me. I have been specifically warned not to put those pics on the blog, and Chi-town hits like a fuckin man, so I will comply. So here's a picture of me sipping on the Henny.

I was desperate for a buzz that wasn't coming so I ordered a shot of Patron and of course K and Chi wanted in, so I ordered 3 shots. While we were waiting, the skies opened up and it started pouring down rain so we took a seat inside. I took my shot, and I noticed a bunch of bottom feeding guys scoping out my homegirls. I stepped away to the bar so as not to salt their game. Never let it be said that T. is a cock blocker. This is when I realized that although I wasnt drunk, the alcohol was in me a little cuz I was actually talking to people I didn't know. I never do that sober. Anyway, the bottom feeders never stepped up, so I went back to the table and took some more flicks. The waitress insisted I take her picture, so I obliged. Here she is:

Long story short: Paid the tab, left a nice tip and drove home in the rain with 2 crazy females. They came back to the crib and we drank the last of my Parrot Bay, talked some more shit, and crashed.

Then there's Sunday. I told y'all about my brother becoming a minister. The whole family came to his church to see it go down. My mom and grandmother drove in from Savannah and my sister and her kids were there as well. Evening service was at 5:00, and much to my surprise I actually arrived somewhere early. I was there 20 minutes early and instead of waiting in the car like I wanted to do, I decided to go inside and use the church's AC instead of mine (gas is like $3.) Immediately, I'm greeted by a bunch of overly familiar parishioners who kept trying to hug me. It's like they would introduce themselves and I would stick out my hand for a hand shake and they would pull me in for a hug. I got personal space issues, man. Don't be touching me if you don't know me. It was also hot as the Sahara in that spot. I don't know if the AC was broken or if they were trying to conserve energy, but I should have stayed in the car. The rest of the family was running late, and didn't get there until 5:30. When they finally arrived, we took our seats and listened to the service. I had my little 3 month old nephew Carlin on my lap for most of the service. I hadn't seen him since February and he has changed so much. It was great to see my sisters other kids too. Not gonna say too much about the church, b/c my mother told me if you don't have anything good to say, don't say anything at all. My brother likes it, so that's good enough for me. After the service, we took pictures and talked awhile. Then I came home to watch the Sopranos. Here are some pics of me and my family.

MONDAY UPDATE: Blogger was trippin all morning so I couldn't post. When I got home, everybody had new posts on their blog, so I did my usual reading and commenting. I watched 24 and IM'd for awhile (I gotta couple of new IM buddies.) Now, you know you blog too much when bloggers show up in your dreams. I don't know if I told you, but I have really vivid dreams especially when I don't get alot of sleep. I've even considered creating a separate blog devoted to my dreams. Well last night, I dreamt that I was in a park having a picnic with one of the bloggers I read. By now, I have forgotten the rest of what happened in the dream, but it was weird that someone I have never met popped up in my dream. Maybe, I need to stop reading so many blogs. Nah, that's not gonna happen. It's time to start getting ready to get ready to go to work, so I'm out.

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Saturday, April 22, 2006

Up Early In The Morning

Inspiration -"Dead Homiez" - Ice Cube "Up early in the morning, dressed in black/Don't ask why? 'Cause I'm down in a suit and tie/They killed a homie that I went to school with (Damn!)/I tell ya life ain't shit to fool with/I still hear the screams of his mother/While my nigga laid dead in the gutter (Shit!)/And it's getting to my temple/Why is that the only time black folks get to ride in a limo?"

What I'm Listening To - "Ill at Will Mixtape, vol 2" - Redman and GillaHouse

Question(s) I Asked Myself Today - "Why the f*ck am I awake at 8:30 on a Saturday?" and "Why am I bothering to write a post that nobody is going to read until Monday?"

I woke up at 8:30 today. That's fucked up. I can't even do that during the week when I gotta go to work. It's now 11:30 and I already been to Target to get Jessica a going away present, started washing clothes and read all the blogs in my favorites. What do I do with the rest of my day? It's raining in the ATL, and that means that people lose their damn minds behind the wheel. I ain't trying to be out on the highways with the rest of these non driving fools. I already almost got bammed up yesterday on the Downtown Connector. This chick tried to merge into my lane, regardless of the fact that I was already there. I think I'll play it close to home today, at least until the rain stops.

I feel like spending some money today. I am damn near like Scrooge McDuck when it comes to breaking bread on myself. I'll spend on other people but not myself. I don't know why, so any of you amateur psychologists out there who wanna analyze me, feel free. You ever want to just go buy some unnecessary shit? Thats how I feel today. I might even go out and look, but knowing me, I'll come to my senses at the last minute. I should start one of those wish lists that I see on everybody's blogs.

My brother called me the other day and asked what I was doing Sunday. I said "nothing, I think." He then proceeds to tell me that he is being ordained as a minister and wants to know if I will come to the ceremony. Of course, I said yes. It's still a little bit of a shock though to have my brother in the ministry. I didn't even know he was studying for that. Sure I saw the signs. First, he gave me all of his secular cd's. I had most of them anyway, but you can never have too many Biggie cd's. (SIDENOTE: Why have I had 4 different "Life After Death" albums. For some reason, one of the 2 disc set gets scratched or comes up missing and then I have to replace it by taking someone else's CD.) I also noticed that whenever he comes over, my brother downloads gospel music on my computer. He also goes to church all the time. So, I knew he was getting his Christian on, but I didn't know he was trying to be a minister. I'm happy he's found something fulfilling in his life. The only downside is now I am going to be the one getting all the pressure from my mom and grandmother about attending church. Nothing against churchgoers, but I don't do church. That's just not my scene. Maybe I'll blog about that later.

Oh yeah, I saw the funniest/most disturbing thing this morning. I was turning through the channels, when I saw this show called "N.ash.ville S.tar.s" ( I put the periods in it so people don't find my blog by searching for that show.) Disturbing image #1 was one of the hosts. A Black man with some tight ass jeans and a big belt buckle (not the ones you see in the hood) talking like he was straight off the Ponderosa. He actually used the phrase "hick hop." I was dying. Secondly, some country singer was performing a song called " Ton.k Ba.donk.a.donk" I'm not even going to go into the lyrics, just click here and read them. And if you really want a laugh, try to find the video on the web somewhere. Shit is ridiculous.

I'm about to end this rambling post, but I wanted to share with you one other thing. Cupcake (I'm gonna go upside your head with that Biggie book you gave me if you don't update your blog LOL) sent me this a couple weeks ago and I forgot to post it. This is reason # 4080 that I hate rich people. Click this link and watch the video of these damn pimpstar rims. Rich bastards ain't got nothing better to do with their money. Oops, I sound bitter, don't I? Anyway, I gotta put another load in the washing machine so I'm gonna say peace now.

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Wednesday, April 19, 2006

Go Ahead!!! Ask Me Anything!!!

As promised, here are my answers to your questions. I tried to be as honest as possible.

Chele asked:
If you had an opportunity to get back together with "the one that got away" would you?

Funny you should ask because I have been going through this for the last couple of months. Me and my ex were trying to get back together. We came damn close too. Then came the epiphany. We were rushing into a relationship when neither one of us were fully ready for the ramifications of what that entailed. There were other people involved and we decided last night/this morning that the timing isn’t right. I don’t know what the future holds for us, but it was fun while it lasted. This will be a separate post one of these days.

Sangindiva asked:
I'd like for you to go deep into your mind...Tell me what your DREAM life situation would be?Where would you live? what would you be doing?wife? kids? car(s)? Would you be famous? TELL ME!!! :)

I think in my dream life situation, I would still be living in Atlanta, although in a pricier, more exclusive part. I would love to write for a living, either novels or screen plays. Another dream job would be something in the music industry, where I can parlay my love of music into a career. You know get my LA Reid or Russell Simmons on. I don’t need to be famous. I would rather be a behind the scenes type of person. As far as family, I want a wife and two children: A daddy’s little girl named Aaliyah and a chip off the old block named Christopher (after Biggie.) I’m not really a car person, but I always wanted a ’64 Green Impala and a Jaguar, not sure which model I want.

Cool AC asked
What is the most outrageous thing you have done for love? or because of love? or deep like? LOL!

Outrageous?!?! Let’s see… I don’t know. I’m kind of conservative about that kind of stuff. I can tell you something that I almost did. I almost moved cross country to be with someone. I was looking for jobs and everything.

Nikki asked
1. what event in your life has affected you the most and how has it affected you?
2. when you look in the mirror and see the reflection of yourself, what are you thinking and feeling about what you're seeing?
3. are you a half full or half empty sort of person?
4. what aspects about your personality have contributed to the decline of your past relationships (and i'm not just talking romantic, i'm talking all relationships)?
5. how much wood can a wood chuck chuck if a wood chuck could chuck wood?

1. I think moving from New York to Savannah affected me the most because it changed the type of person I am. Being a Yankee in the south, I was a bit of an outcast. I learned to rely on myself more and be independent. That attitude has stayed with me for most of my life.
2. Damn, that’s a handsome Black man! Just kidding, I see the reflection of my father and think about his mistakes and how I can avoid them.
3. This one really depends. I’m half empty when it comes to other people’s intentions, I tend to think most people are self serving and have selfish motives for their actions. But then again I’m half full because I can accept this and it doesn’t get me down. A good term to describe me would be a realist. My favorite phrase is “it is what it is.” I don’t try to change things that are beyond my control, I just roll with whatever comes up.
4. You know this answer already, but you won’t accept it. T. can be a bit of an asshole at times. I say the first sarcastic thing that comes to mind and a lot of people can’t deal with that. Add to that the fact that I am extremely stubborn and have anti social tendencies and you have a recipe for disaster.
5. Depends on how much heart the wood chuck got.

Honey-Libra asked
what's the one thing you seriously regret in life and if provided the opportunity you would redo (knowing that it could perhaps change who you are today)

That’s a tough one. I have this attitude that I am always right, even when I’m not, so regret isn’t one of my driving forces. That being said, I would like to have had a better relationship with my father. I made my peace with my father before he died. Even though I didn’t approve of his druggie, deadbeat dad lifestyle, I could have made more of an effort to ensure that we were in each other’s lives. I know that I was the child and he was the parent but I still was an adult (20) when he died. I look back sometimes at the times my pride prevented me from building a bridge with a man who is such an obvious influence in my life.

I like liquor and tv asked
For your blog, could you describe the last time you got tore up drunk? And What are your 3 fav hip hop albums of all time and...your 3 fav TV shows of all time.

Finally an easy one. I’m about to show my east coast bias, but I still got love for the westside. My 3 favorite hip hop albums of all time are:
1a) Illmatic – Nas
1b) Ready to Die – Biggie
1c) Only Built for Cuban Linx - Raekwon

If you wanna see my Top Ten list, click here

My 3 favorite TV shows of all time:
1) Buffy the Vampire Slayer
2) Homicide: Life on the Street
3) 24

The last time I was tore up sloppy drunk was back in early 2005. I was at a gathering at a friends house. I was already drinking Henny, and then the hostess brought out some Hurricanes that snuck up on me because I couldn’t even taste the liquor. It was like straight Kool Aid. Then, someone had the bright idea to play “I Never” with Vodka shots. After hearing everyones secrets, the vodka was gone so we switched to some Cuervo. I had way too many different kinds of liquor and there was no way I was driving home. So, I staggered out of my friends apartment over to another friends apartment and crashed in the bed with her. I was sleep for about an hour when I started feeling rumbles. I threw up for like 30 minutes straight. I mean stuff I didn’t even remember eating was showing up. My friend was just as drunk as I was, so she didn’t even realize that I had fallen asleep on the bathroom floor. The next morning, the hostess at the party cooked breakfast for us, and I couldn’t even look at the eggs. I wish I could say that I stopped drinking but the next week I did it again.

Tigerkiss asked
1. What's the wildest sex you ever had?
2. What part of a womans body is your favorite?
3. Whats the most times in one night that you have had sex?

1. The wildest sex: That really depends on your definition of wild. I remember once my landlord, (I was living in a duplex) came up to me and said, “you and your girlfriend sure have some wild sex” This nigga was listening at the walls.
2. Favorite part of a woman’s body: Anyplace I can use my tongue is my favorite. LOL, but seriously, my favorite is the nipples. There something really fascinating about them to me.
3. Most Times in One Night: 4 for me, but she came 7 times

Mocha_Grl asked
1. If you could move anywhere in the world where would it be?
2. If you could change something that you did in the past 48 hours what would it be?
3. Line/lyrics from a song that best describe you

1. I want to live in New York for a quick minute, then take it overseas to Paris (if they ever stop rioting) and I can see myself settling down on an island somewhere. Any suggestions?
2. Buying that damn plane ticket from Travelocity and having them keep 10% when I cancelled it.
3. Congratulations to Mocha!!! Winner of the stump T. Casanova prize. I’m gonna have to think about that one… damn you for making me go through all the lyrics in my head. I’ll get back to you on this one.

Ms New Booty asked
How many minutes do you have in your plan? What service do you have? what kinda phone do you have? WOuld u ever take a date to a strip club, even if she asked? HOw much have u ever given a dancer?

I have the cheapest phone that Sprint has. Whatever I could get for free 2 years ago. I don’t think they even make it anymore. It’s a Samsung. I got the basic plan with 500 anytime minutes and unlimited PCS to PCS and unlimited nights and weekends. My phone number is 678 5** ****. LOL

I don’t think I would ever take a date to a strip club. That’s my private time. I don’t even like going with the fellas. I’d rather roll solo. The most I ever spent in a strip club was $300 at my cousins bachelor party, but most of that was for him. We had all the Black and Latina dancers hemmed up with us all night long. I broke a couple of my strip club commandments that night. Specifically, using my real name and falling in love with a stripper (not really, but we actually talked more than she danced) The most I ever gave one dancer was $40 but that was like 8 dances. Table dance for $5 in most spots in the ATL.

ScarlettRae asked
1. What is your purpose in life?
2. How will you know when you've met "the one"?
3. What is your biggest fear?
4. Do you prefer having sex or making love?

1. I’m still trying to figure out what my purpose is. I think as long as I like me, I’m pretty successful.
2. I have no idea about the one. I’ve met the one, the two and the three and ain’t none of them lasted.
3. My biggest fears: I’m gonna answer this one 2 ways. Literally, my biggest fears are falling from a tall building and being buried alive. Emotionally, my biggest fear is that I won’t ever find the woman that completes me and I want to be with for the rest of my life.
4. Call me a romantic, but I easily prefer making love to having sex. That’s not to say that I can’t be a freak with the woman I love, but I don’t really do the whole casual sex thing. Theres usually a relationship, whether it’s a girlfriend or an cutty buddy.

ChezNiki asked
Wha chu know about dat?
What do think will come of that?
Why I cant come through in my Pecan Jag?
Who you callin a b*tch?
What would do if your son was home crying all alone on the bedroom floor cause hes hungry and only way to feed him is to sleep with a man with a little bit of money?

I know all about dat.
Sorry, I can’t place those lyrics.
Jadakiss is getting it detailed.
Hey, you’re not a b*tch or a hoe.
I’d ask Wyclef what happened to Claudette Ortiz. She was hot.

This was actually fun. Thanks everybody for playing along and sending such thought provoking questions. I hope I answered them to your satisfaction, if not just let me know and I will ignore your questions all over again. LOL. Peace.

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Epiphany Redux

You ever have one of those moments when life hits you like a runaway train? At some point, the fantasy of a situation is always replaced by the reality of life. Plans are squashed, hopes are dashed, desires rebuffed. What once was clear becomes even clearer. What you should have known all along becomes painfully obvious. You suddenly realize that you have to adjust your expectations. You realize that you can't always get what you want when you want it. I just had another one of these so called "moments of clarity." I'll tell you all about it later. For now, I'm going to attempt to sleep away my wandering thoughts.

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Tuesday, April 18, 2006

Tuesday's Tag

This week's tag comes courtesy of So...Wise...Sista. Anyone who wants to be brave and do this tag is welcome to it. Just a warning these are some impossible questions on this list. Also, if anyone has anymore questions to ask me, send em in. I'm gonna answer them on Friday.

1. If you could grab any famous person's azz, who would it be and why? Sanaa Lathan, b/c she is Sanaa Lathan
2. If you could switch lives with Paris Hilton, would you? No, but something tells me she is not as dumb as she looks.
3. If your best friend of the opposite sex was not your best friend, would you wanna hit? Who says I don't wanna now?
4. What's the last thing you stole? a mouse, it was easier than going to the store
5. Would you rather walk around smelling like food or smoke? Smoke
6. If you could give yourself head would you? How often? I don't want no dicks in my mouth, not even mine.
7. If yes, would that make you a homo? This is a trick question, aint it. But I am gonna say YES!
8. Is 'homo' a bad word? Nope, it means same.
9. If you could be another race which would you be and why? What are they in Brazil? They got some fly women there.
10. Think of your most passionate career would you elect to have that exact job today if you had to agree that on your 60th birthday you would get what Muhammad Ali got? Sure. Niggaz don't be living to 60 anyway.
11. If you could kill someone without going to jail or having violent flashbacks or guilt, would you? Nah, I ain't got the heart for that.
12. If you could know how/when you would die would you want to know? Hell no, I would be obsessing over ways to stop it for my whole life.
13. Would you want to have vision like those lights at nightclubs where you could see everything crawling on you, not just lint? Nope, but one time these chicks laced the blunt and I thought I saw stuff crawling on me.
14. What is your philosophy on life? It is what it is!
15. On death? I hope reincarnation is real
16. On virginity? I'm in my thirties. I better not be messing with no virgins. I ain't R. Kelly.
17. Which would you rather give up, TV or music? Ok, lets make a deal. After Lost and 24 go off the air, you can take TV.
18. If you could only listen to 3 songs for the rest of your life what would they be? What kind of fucking impossible question is this?!?! "Ribbon in the Sky" by Stevie Wonder. "Black Girl Lost" by Nas and "The Beautiful Ones" by Prince and the Revolution
19. Would you rather have true love or a great career? True Love, I'm not materialistic and I can adapt to any job.
20. What scene from a movie or TV show would you love to live? Trois, starring me, Sanaa Lathan and Gabrielle Union (or Amerie or Kerry Washingon) Hell, we can just call it Cinque(5).
21. Which blogger friend is most likely to lie on their taxes? I can't answer that one. I don't know them like that.
22. Which blogger friend is least likely to get married? You mean besides me??? (pause for pity) Ms New Booty, she be meeting some bird azz dudes.
23. If you could put your name on any book and say you wrote it what would it be? Native Son by Richard Wright.
24. Would you rather be a crackhead or a midget? Midget, b/c crack is whack.
25. Would you rather date a midget or a Nazi? Can i just masturbate instead?
26. Would you rather burn or freeze? Freeze, did I mention how impossible these questions are?
27. If you could beat up anyone on your list who would it be? Just the people who don't update. LOL
28. Would you rather be beautiful or brilliant? Why can't I be both? I'll take brilliant though. I can trick girls into liking me with my superior intellect.
29. Do you have a secret crush on anyone? Does Sanaa count?
30. Are you currently leading someone on? Nope, no time for games

For $1Million would you.......
Let Shaq kick you in the mouth?... Yeah, I can buy some new fronts
Be locked in a cage with a bear for 1 minute? 2 minutes? 3 minutes?... $1 mil wont do no good if I aint alive to spend it.
Chase down and bite a squirrel?... I would damn sure try.
Eat a shit shake (human and animal)? I can't do that Fear Factor shit.

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Monday, April 17, 2006

I'm Lazy

Guess what, gang? I am lazy. I spent the whole weekend doing nothing. Saturday, I kept getting calls from work about this and that, and it totally messed up my vibe. As a result, I didnt go out, I didn't write. I just sat home cracking up at the "What's Happening!!" marathon. I also watched some of the bootlegs I downloaded over the last year. "A History of Violence" was pretty good, "Doom" sucked. I copped a couple of new cd's off Limewire this weekend (Jagged Edge's new one and T.I.'s "KING".) Add to that excessive use of my anytime minutes and you have the makings of a boring uninspired weekend. So, Blogger family I need your help. I saw this idea on some other blogs and I am going to steal it. I want you to help me write one of my next posts. Ask me anything you want about anything in the comments section and if I get enough questions I will answer them later in the week. This gives me a perfect opportunity to be lazy and still write a new post. For the people that read this and don't comment, your input is welcome as well. Anyway, gotta shake off this laziness and head to work.

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Friday, April 14, 2006

What Would You Do???

Inspiration - "What Would U Do?" - Dogg Pound - "Now what would you do?/If you could f*ck with me and my crew/But you can't so don't even think about/steppin in the motherf*ckin house"

What I’m Listening To – “Young, Rich and Dangerous” - Kriss Kross

Question(s) I Asked Myself Today - Why do I have a Kriss Kross CD? And why am I listening to it now?

Work is crazy. I vented about a couple of issues last week, but finally there is a light at the end of the tunnel. My new direct manager finally started on Monday, so eventually things will be getting back to normal. Until I acclimate her to the inner workings of my department though, I'm still involved in every little thing. I've been busy, so busy that I didn't even have time to read blogs or write as much as I wanted to. This week has been all about work. So, todays post is going to be about a situation that came up at work this week.

I was reviewing the budget with my manager when we noticed that one of our employees wasn't being paid correctly. Today's paycheck was double what it should be. After some investigation, I figured out what the problem was. This guy used to be a part time employee working 20 hours a week. When he got promoted to my department, he went full time (40 hours a week) and started getting a full time salary. The colleague I went off on last week didn't change the employee's hours in the system so payroll paid him double. My manager and I reviewed it and this has been going on for three straight paychecks. This employee has gotten over $3500 that he didn't deserve and didn't say anything about it. I know that my colleague made a HUGE mistake, but I didn't snitch on him. As far as my manager knows, it was the payroll department's mistake. We are in the process of getting the money back, but that made me think. What would I do if I was being overpaid? Would I just keep the loot or would I tell someone about it? I know everyone says honesty is the best policy, but it would be hard to turn down free money. I probably would say something just because I know that it would catch up with me eventually. What would you do in a situation like this and why? Also would you have snitched on the annoying colleague, knowing that it could have cost him his job?

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Wednesday, April 12, 2006

The Party (part 2)

Click for Part 1

I ducked down in the backseat as my father and Polo made their way to the car. Ricky lit up a Kool, and away we went. When we hit the front of our apartment complex, I finally mustered the nerve to stop hiding. Peering out the backseat window, I recognized the sights of my hometown of Spring Valley, New York. To my left was Dr. Gorelick’s office; to the right was Pepe’s Pizza, my favorite place to get a slice. A few minutes passed and we were on The Hill, the rough neighborhood where I spent afternoons with my babysitter, Ms Liza. Ms Liza was a hefty, loving woman who kept children in her home while their parents worked. I loved spending the afternoons with her, but hated the lima beans she seemed to incorporate into every meal. We passed the Post Office and Memorial Park, which in a few short years went from a children’s safe haven to a crack infested den of iniquity. Two minutes and three cigarettes later, we arrived at the rec center.

Ricky positioned me on his shoulders as Polo began unloading the equipment. My added weight didn’t alter my father’s gait, which was evocative of Antonio Vargas in a 70’s blaxploitation flick. You know, a pimp lean with smooth strides designed to attract attention. A four year old chick magnet didn’t hurt either. The ladies loved Pretty Ricky and he loved them back. A particularly busty woman in a tight polyester top was the first to greet us.

“Heeeeey, Ricky!!!” she exclaimed and kissed him on the cheek. “Is this your boy? He is soooo cute!”

The next thing I knew, we were surrounded by a bevy of foxy mamas, none of which were my real mama. Ricky reveled in the attention, while I slithered off his shoulders down to the gymnasium floor. He looked at me with a mischievous grin and stated matter of factly, “Don’t you go telling your mama, about this, ya dig?”

I nodded and ran off to play with a partially deflated basketball. Ricky eventually extricated himself from his harem and set up shop behind the makeshift DJ booth, which consisted of two turntables on a rickety wooden table, 3 crates of vinyl records and a microphone. I was still trying to dribble an unbounceable brown ball, when I heard Ricky’s voice bellow from the speakers.


In an instant, the sparse crowd responded by sauntering to the dance floor, which was located at center of the basketball court. The overhead lights were replaced by alternating red and blue lights and Bootsy Collin’s tambour filled the room. I heard “Right On!” and “Outta Sight!” as the hipsters slapped hands and chose their broads to dance with. The strong smell of cannabis, which I would discover later in life, emanated from the bleachers. A little confused, I trekked from the end of the gym on a mission to find Ricky, bumping into various partygoers along the way. When I finally reached the DJ table, my father and Polo were discussing the playlist.

“Daddy, can I pick the next record?” Even at a young age, two things about me were evident. I loved music and I loved the attention. I went to the crate and chose “Got to be Real” by Cheryl Lynn. I handed the disc to Ricky, who obliged my request, by seamlessly blending that jam into Donna Summer’s “Bad Girls” followed by “Le Freak” by CHIC. After picking a few songs, Ricky decided to announce my presence to the crowd.

“Soul Brothas and Soul Sistas! I would like to introduce my main man, R.J. the D.J.” (R. and J. are my real initials.) His smile revealed a father’s pride as he hoisted me to my preferred perch on his shoulders. “Say something to the crowd, little man” he continued and handed me the mike.

“HI!!!!!!” I yelled so loud that it caused feedback. I moved the mike away from my mouth at my father’s direction and spoke some more.

“My name is RJ the DJ and I’m here to tear the roof of this sucka!”

The crowd roared at my George Clinton reference and my 4 year old swagger. All eyes were on me as I passed the mic back to Ricky. He asked what we were gonna play next.

“Michael Jackson!!!” I yelled. Polo handed the record to Ricky who placed the needle on the record with one arm while holding me with the other. The party goers resumed their flirtations and gyrations, engulfed in the rhythmic bass lines provided by Quincy Jones. I basked in the adulation of both the crowd and my father, who was the coolest man in the world that night.

As the party started to wind down, sleep overtook me and I fell asleep on the bleachers, using Ricky’s brown leather coat as a blanket. The next thing I remember was being carried up the stairs to our 2 bedroom apartment. I awoke the next morning on the couch, still dressed in the previous night’s party gear. I found out years later that my parents had a huge fight over the party. I mean a Hagler –Hearns type fight. As for me, I used this experience as a spring board to a life long love of music. I even made 8 track mixtapes for my grandparents. And although I don’t DJ anymore, I still look back at that autumn night in 1979 with fond memories.


It was written...

Tuesday, April 11, 2006

Just a Friend

Inspiration: - "Just a Friend"- Biz Markie

What I'm Listening To - "Hard to Earn" - Gangstarr

Question(s) I Asked Myself Today - "Why is Blogger tripping....AGAIN?" I tried to read blogs before work, but Blogger just wasn't cooperating.

Todays topic is inspired by the emails and questions I got yesterday after people saw the pictures of me and my friend Jessica. Do you think that men and women can be "just friends?" I know I believe thats possible b/c that's our situation. But I also understand from experience that it doesn't always play out that way.

Sometimes male and female friends start off one way and end up as friends. Back when i was just a high school nerd, I was crushing on this girl named Tiffany. We had a couple of classes together and I was ecstatic when she let me get the digits. I thought she was feeling me back, but when we talked it became clear that I was going to be relegated to the just friends role. We actually became pretty good friends, talking on the phone, hanging out at lunch, you know high school stuff. As the years passed, we maintained our friendship. However, I was no longer the high school nerd, I was now the college intellectual. I noticed our relationship began to change. Tiffany and I didn't talk about our respective mates anymore. There was an uncomfortable tension between us. It seems that the tables had turned. Whereas it started off with me digging her, a few years later she was now liking me. It was subtle at first, but later manifested itself strongly. Tiffany got her PH.D. (playa hater degree - P. Diddy 1997) on my girlfriend, just hating at any chance she could. One time, she told me, "I don't know why you with that girl. She ain't cute as me and she a virgin. You ain't gonna get none." It was at that point that our friendship started to deterioriate. We faked it for awhile, but it was clear that romantic feelings had destroyed our platonic friendship.

It aint just women who let their feelings interfere with friendships; men do it too. Specifically, I have done it. I was in another platonic relationship with a female. It was strictly a friends thing.
Over some time I got tired of hearing about her string of loser boyfriends and thought I could do a better job. Unfortunately, that was not the nature of our friendship. I had violated the terms. Once that kind of declaration is put out there, its hard to take back. This was another friendship ruined by those dreaded feelings.

As a grown man, I know how to separate friends from girlfriends, but a lot of people still run into these problems. I have a gang of female "just friends." However, I'm not naive enough not to realize that when I get into a relationship that this will be a problem. No matter how friendly a situation is, people tend to think of any male-female relationship as being potentially sexual or romantic. And I'm a hypocrite, too. Even though I have platonic female friends, I wouldn't want my woman to have male friends (unless they are gay.) I know that's messed up, but this is my blog so I gotta keep it real. So, question time! Do you think it is possible for men and women to be "just friends?" Have you had friendships ruined by one friend trying to take the friendship to the next level? And finally, are you currently in a friendship where the potential is there for something more and if so, what are you going to do about it?

It was written...

Sunday, April 09, 2006

It Takes Two

Inspiration - "It Takes Two" - Rob Base and DJ EZ Rock

What I'm Listening To - "Complex Simplicity" Teedra Moses

Question(s) I Asked Myself Today - "Damn, Soul Train still comes on? Are they still lip synching on that show?"

Tigerkiss has tagged me twice. So everybody blame her for me not posting the second part of the party story. By now, you know I don't tag nobody. If you wanna do this, feel free. Here goes tag # 1

The're to write 6 revealing, strange/quirky things about yourself on your blog and then tag 6 people to do the same....

1. I watch alot of TV shows that most Black men would never watch. My favorite show of all time is Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I watch Gilmore Girls. I used to watch Friends, Will and Grace, The OC, etc. Name a show with White people in it, and chances are I either watch or used to watch it.
2. I can remember stuff that happened in the 70's and 80's, but I forget what I was saying just a few minutes ago. My short term memory is shot.
3. When I hear music, I have to either rap or sing along with it. I can't sing worth a damn anymore, but that doesn't stop me from trying. Oh yeah, if I hear an instrumental track, I have to freestyle to it. Doesn't matter what genre the music is, I am going to lay some rhymes over it.
4. I remain friends with all my exes, with the exception of the stalker. I don't ever have beef with them like most people.
5. I have very peculiar sleep habits. I sleep 100% better in the day than I do at night. When I go to sleep I have to have the TV on, preferably the History Channel, Court TV or National Geographic. It can't be anything too interesting or I will stay up all night watching, regardless of whether or not I have to go to work in the morning.
6. I don't wear shorts outside the house. My legs are about 4 shades lighter than the rest of me. I know that logically, that won't change unless they get some sun, but I still wont do it.

Here is Tag #2 which is a bunch of questions:

If you were to be the opposite sex for one day, what would you do?
Try to see what it's like to have people buy you stuff for no reason.

If you had to name the most difficult thing about being a teenager today, what would you say?
Growing up in a society where other teenagers are violent.

If you had to name the most embarrassing moment of your life, when was it?
In 11th grade, I wrote a love rap for this girl I had been feeling since the 7th grade. Her boyfriend found it and ran up on me outside of French class, hollering bout "Don't write my girl no more rhymes!" He then slapped me upside my head and would have done a lot worse had Mrs. Lebos not jumped in. That was pretty damn embarrassing.

If you had to name the most overrated actor in Hollywood, who would it be?
Kevin Costner - He just plays himself in every movie.

If you had to name the one personality trait that you have tried the hardest to change in yourself, what would you say?
I wanna stop procrastinating, but I'll do that later.

If you could go back for one minute to the Garden of Eden and give Adam advice, what would you say?
Dawg, don't trust her!!!

If you were to name the best “I told you so” you ever got to deliver, what was it?
It wasn't a good thing, but I told Tori to quit messing with those random chicks. Then his girlfriend found out and left him. And he wanna come crying to me for help. I was like, "dawg I told you that shit was fucked up. Now you done lost a good woman."

If you were Whitney, what would you do for your next publicity stunt?Lawd.. lemme change this up.. cause I can’t do Madonna..LOL..
Not sure if I'm supposed to be writing about Whitney or Madonna, but either way, if they come out with a sex tape on the internet, they will get instant attention.

If you could have a lifetime 50 percent discount in any single store at your local mall, which store would it be in?
Radio Shack. I could clean up on some electronics.

If you could have one more pet, what kind would you get, and what would you name it?
Cupcake was supposed to give me her aquarium, but I didnt go get it. I want one of those Master P type gaudy aquariums with sharks and exotic fish. I would name them after my favorite rappers.

If you could have God perform one miracle today, what would you want it to be?
Give us a cure for HIV/AIDS

If you could spend next New Year’s Eve doing anything, what would you do, and with whom?
I always wanted to go to Times Square for New Years. Anybody wanna go with me?

If you were to set your country’s immigration policy, what would it be?
Enforce the current laws before we come up with more new hypocritical laws.

If you were given the power to settle the issue of gays in the military, what policy would you set?
Don't ask, don't tell works for me

If you could have one person you have lost touch with call you up tonight and invite you to dinner, who would you want it to be?
Boo Trotter... where the fuck you at, girl? I look for you every time I go to Savannah. How's my godchild? I hope she googles herself and finds this blog.

If you could change one thing about your love life, what would it be?
I would want it to be more defined, with less things up in the air.

If you could have prevented one book from ever having been written, which book would it be?
Mein Kempf by Hitler. That bullshit changed the history of the world.

If you have to name the best music album ever recorded, which would you select?
How bout asking me something easier like which testicle I like better? I guess I would go with Purple Rain by Prince. Illmatic by Nas and one Stevie Wonder album. (you pick which one you want.)

If you could have one thing made out of pure gold, what would you choose?
Gold does me no good if I can't spend it. How about a big ass gold mountain? I could just chip off pieces of it to buy more stuff.

If God were to whisper one thing in your ear, what would you like Him to say?
"The meaning of life is..."

There are my tags for the week. Nobody else better tag me for anything else this week. I'll be back tomorrow to either tell you about my weekend or finish the Party story. In the meantime check out my new Flickr badge on the side. I'm still not a good photographer, but I'm getting there. Peace.

It was written...

Thursday, April 06, 2006

The Party (part 1)

I was reading SistaGirls' post about her mother and felt inspired to write about my father. My love of music comes directly from my father. I remember one time when I was 4, he let me help him DJ a party at the rec center. Here’s the first part of that story.

It was a Friday night in 1979. I remember that because I was laying on the floor watching Bill Bixby morph into Lou Ferrigno on “The Incredible Hulk.” I was already in my Superman footy pajamas, the left insole worn thin by my constant pigeon toed stance. My mother and sister were in my parent’s bedroom doing whatever it is that females do when the fellas get together. My father (Pretty Ricky what they called him) was sitting on the gold hued sofa, rolling a cigarette with his homeboy, Polo. I sat there entranced by the coolness of my father (or maybe I just caught a contact, I found out later those weren’t really cigarettes.) as he and Polo shot the breeze about the party they were about to attend. My father was the DJ, and Polo was the hype man, a sort of late 70’s Flavor Flav. Come to think of it, he kinda looked like Flav. But I digress. I wanted nothing more than to hang out with my father so in my 4 year old glory, I asked “Daddy, can I go to the party with you?”

Ricky chuckled as he exhaled cannabis smoke and replied, “Sorry, Little Man, your mama won’t let that happen. You’re still too young to be on the scene.”

“But I can help you rock the house”, I retorted precociously.

“Is that right? Come show me what you got.”

Ricky got off the couch and extended his hand towards me, which I graciously accepted. He pulled me onto his back and we made our way to the dining room where he kept his records and turntables. Ricky pulled out a crate of albums and asked me “Which record should I play first?”

I paused for a second then with a sheepish grin, replied “Play that song about the guy who don’t swim.” I was referring to “Aqua Boogie” by Parliament. My 4 year old mind didn’t really grasp the whole concept of what George Clinton was talking about, but Sir Nose D’Void of Funk was my jam. I saw Ricky’s face light up as he realized his love of music had passed to his first born son. He took the record out of the sleeve and we jammed to P-Funk’s tale of dancing under water and not getting wet.

“What’s next, Little Man?” Ricky asked still in a music high.

“Don’t Stop ‘til You Get Enough”, I said, although I used to think it was “Don’t Stop ‘Til You Catch The Bus”. He was obviously impressed and we went back and forth as I compiled a play list that featured such future classics as “I Wanna Be Your Lover”, “She Used To Be My Girl” and my personal favorite at the time “Ring My Bell.” After a while, Ricky was convinced that I knew my tunes. It would take more than that though to convince my mother to let me go to the party.

Ricky went in the back to throw on his party gear, which if my memory serves me correctly, consisted of some tight ass pants and a paisley shirt with a huge butterfly collar. He also took out the curlers he had in his hair. He had what people called “good hair” which precluded him from naturally growing an afro, so he did what he had to do. I could hear him and my mother arguing in the bedroom as Polo poured out some white powder on the coffee table and started cutting it with a playing card. I couldn’t make out what Ricky was saying, but I heard my mother’s barrages of “no, absolutely not and no chance in hell.” Ricky emerged from the room defiantly and whispered in my ear “go get some clothes from your room, but don’t let your mama see you.” He took a hit of the Polo’s “grown folk’s candy” and started loading his turntable and crates of records into our burgundy ’77 Monte Carlo.

I went in my room and tried to find some clothes that matched my father’s style. I settled on a pair of blue jeans and a brown, orange, and red button up shirt, with a collar that matched Ricky’s. I got dressed and ran out to the living room careful to avoid my mother’s attention. Ricky told me to wait in the car as he announced that he and Polo were leaving. I didn’t realize until later that my mother forbade me from going to the party with Ricky. I was just ecstatic that I was able to hang out with my father as he prepared to rock a party at the rec center.

To Be Continued…

It was written…

Wednesday, April 05, 2006

One Eye Open Like CBS

Inspiration - "Can I Live" Jay-Z "I stepped it up another level, meditated like a Buddhist/Recruited lieutenants with ludicrous/dreams of gettin cream let's do this/it gets tedious/ So I keep one eye open like CBS/ya see me stressed right? Can I live?"

What I'm Listening To: "Donuts" J-Dilla (RIP)

Question(s) I Asked Myself Today: "Will people think I'm depressed after reading this, like last week?" I'm cool, I'm just writing what's on my mind.

This is one of my favorite Jay-Z lyrics ever and I've had it in my head for about a month. I finally decided to write it. Today's post is about that bullshit. Everybody goes through it, but I'm to the point that I'm about to start calling people out on it. When it comes to that BS, I keep one eye open like CBS.

Situation # 1

My job is on that bullshit, yo! They be trying to straight work me into a coma. In January I had 17 people reporting to me. That's normal. Then my manager got promoted and I got 6 more people. Now, I'm doing my job and her job and got more people to boot. I can roll with the punches so I did it without complaining. Besides, it's just temporary right? Just when I start getting comfortable with my extra workload, then they hit me with some special projects that take fucking forever. Just when I think they can't possibly load me up any further, another manager leaves and guess who gets to watch over her team. T. gets 13 more needy people to complicate his day. That brings the grand total to 36 employees, an assload of projects and doing 3 peoples jobs all for the same salary. I got my eyes open and I C the BS they trying to pull. Why should they put an extra salary on the books when they can get me to do it. Even though I see what's going down, what can I really do? I can't say I'm not doing it or I will be looked at as not being a team player. I'm already a Black man in a White dominated company, I can't afford to rock the boat(or the slave ship, so to speak.) I feel stuck right about now and I can already tell its affecting my work. I called in last week and thats some shit I never do.

Situation #2

Why people try to manipulate me? I touched on this in one of my other posts, but the women at my job really think I'm gonna fall for their tricks. I don't want your sexual attention at work, whether its discreet or overt. Get yo damn hands off me. I know what they are thinking: They see a young Black man in a position of semi authority and they think they can use their sexuality to get what they want. I know I am the "cool manager" but there is still a line that will not be crossed. Business is business and if you doing wrong, I'm gonna let you know about it, even if you got on tight pants and a low cut shirt. That might have worked with dudes in the past, but not with me. I C your BS, ma!

Situation #3

T. hasn't changed. I am the same guy I was when we first became friends. Sometimes, I don't wanna be bothered. Sometimes, I will be anti social. Sometimes, I don't feel like talking. If I talked to you yesterday, by definition, I am not avoiding you. Besides you are not my woman. Where is it written that I have to talk to all my friends everyday? I don't remember vowing to call you every day. It doesn't mean that we ain't cool or that I've changed. Maybe I just had something else to do. Maybe I just wanted to watch "24" in peace. You would know that if you would ask, instead of accusing me of changing. I C that as BS and I'm calling you out on it.

Situation #4

Don't try to tell me what I should or should not do. I'm a grown ass man. You had your chance to express your opinion, but ultimately the decision is mine. At this point when you talk to me about this situation, I don't even hear your words. You are like that teacher on Peanuts "waah, waah, waah." Besides, what is your true motivation? If you are honest with yourself, why don't you want me to take that route? It really has nothing to do with you at all. Your false concern is BS and I C that.

BTW... I know situations 3 and 4 were vague. I'm not trying to put all my bizness out there. This is just a rant, nothing more, nothing less. Don't go reading too much into it. Dealing with the bullshit just gets tedious, so I keep one eye open like CBS. And now to lighten the mood, here are some blurry ass pictures of me sitting at the computer, taking a flick in the mirror and my mother's favorite picture from when I was 2. (Don't laugh at the hair, I was cute, dammit!) Click the pics to make them bigger.

It was written...

Tuesday, April 04, 2006

No, I'm Not Havin' It

Inspiration - "I''m Not Havin It" - MC Lyte and Positive K "

What I'm Listening To - "Fish Scale"- Ghostface Killah

Question(s) I Asked Myself Today- Why can't I find the lyrics to this song anywhere?

I read a lot of blogs and most of them are written by women. Recently, a lot of the discussion on these blogs has been centered around the wack pick up lines that guys use and the excuses that women use. I see a lot of what females don't wanna hear, but not too much of what we can do to grab your attention. So, today I want to pose that question to all my female readers. First of all, let me admit that I have no game at all. The whole idea of using a line is foreign to me. Maybe its my Social Anxiety Disorder, but the prospect of going up to a woman in a club and putting myself out there makes me extremely nervous. I prefer to have a conversation with someone I know and dazzle them with my wittiness and sense of humor. I just can't do that with a stranger. But that's me. I know there are guys out there that are fearless and have no problem getting rejected. What I want to know is this: What can a stranger say to you to make you give him the time of the day? What is the best line a man has used with you? And when a man approaches you, what goes into your decision to either let him keep talking to you or get rid of him? If there are any guys reading this and want to answer these same questions, I welcome your input as well. For me, it is flattering anytime a woman approaches me. I look at that as an opportunity for a conversation, even if it goes nowhere. I don't think she could say anything that would make me come up with an excuse to get rid of her. The best line a woman has used on me was a simple one. I was at a bar and a woman came up to me and said "you look like you need someone to talk to and I wanna volunteer my services." That was a cool way for her to start the conversation and we just took it from there. As far as what I notice, I initially notice the physical appearance and then once the conversation starts I see if she can keep up with me. So, short post today, but ladies help a brotha out. What do you want from us? What makes you say "no, I'm not havin' it"?

It was written...

Sunday, April 02, 2006

Aries pt 3 (really, this is the last one)

Click for Part 1 or Part 2

I was going to hold off on this, but I already wrote it so I might as well post it. This is the story of my third (and possibly last) Aries woman. This is the one that made me swear off the entire zodiac sign, at least for awhile.

After I graduated from college, I had no idea what I was going to do with my life. I ended working in a call center environment for the first time. I was surrounded by women, and being one of the few straight brothas working there, I naturally got a lot of attention. I was also out of a relationship for the first time in three years. Naturally, I relished the opportunity to become a social butterfly. My nights consisted of drinking and getting blunted and hanging with the fairer sex. I was not looking for any commitment and for about a year I managed to remain free from romantic entanglements. One day, that all changed for me and to this day I’m not really sure how that happened.

I’m going to keep it extra real with you, blogger family. This story does not present me in the most positive light. All I can say in my defense is that I was young and I didn’t fully understand the ramifications of my actions. Now that the disclaimer is out of the way, lets move on to the meat of the story. One day at work, I attended a continuing education training class; you know the type that companies give so they can give you more work, but not increase your salary? In this class, I befriended a co worker named Veronica. She was 6 months pregnant and talked to me about how her baby daddy was not in the picture. She needed a ride home, and being the gentleman that I am I obliged. That fateful ride home proved to be the catalyst to a series of events that I never would have imagined.

To thank me for the ride home, Veronica offered to cook dinner for me. I wasn’t looking for anything in return, but since I had no culinary skills at all, I accepted. After dinner, I tried to go home, but she kept coming up with reasons that I should stay. I didn’t want to be rude, so I stayed. Besides I wasn’t looking forward to going home and seeing my room mate who at that time had moved her girlfriend in our already too small apartment. So I chilled and we talked and I played with her 2 year old hellion of a daughter. Next thing I knew it was midnight and I finally decided to leave. As I was leaving, Veronica grabbed me and kissed me and asked me to come back the next evening.

I was in shock at the situation. I called my homeboy Kareem and told him what went down. Instead of some meaningful advice, he hit me with this jewel: “Man, pregnant p*ssy is the bomb! Plus you ain’t gotta worry about knocking her up.” I hung up with Kareem, disgusted at his ultra male response, but in the back of my mind it resonated. I saw Veronica over the next few days, and she was in full on “get a nigga” mode. A few days later, I gave her another ride home and it was on from that point.

I started to spend more time with Veronica even though she was the opposite of what I was looking for. She didn’t have any of the positive Aries traits. She wasn’t especially quick, in fact she had to be one of the least intelligent women I knew. She wasn’t independent or determined, she relied heavily on her mother at first, and then on me. Why did I go out with her you ask? I think it was because Veronica was assertive and forceful, and I was passive at the time. I didn’t really go after what I wanted and I settled on the first woman who was majorly into me. I can say now after some serious self analysis that she hooked me with the attention she paid to me. But I would be remiss as storyteller if I didn’t tell you more about this crazy situation.

Veronica had ALL of the negative traits of Aries I listed in the first part of this post. She was domineering and selfish. Let me give you 2 examples. One night I was trying to extricate myself from her apartment, as I often did. I just wanted to be home after a long night of her talking me to death. What does she do to get me to stay? This (word that I can’t use that rhymes with witch) brewed me some iced tea with weed in it. Now, I don’t know who sold her pregnant ass a dimebag, but I do know that after drinking that shit, I was high as hell and unable to drive home. Another time, I tried to break up with her, (apparently I was in a relationship, but didn’t know it) and she threatened to kill herself if I left. 2006 T. would call her bluff, but back then I allowed myself to be manipulated. Veronica was also very quick tempered to the point of violence. I hated the way she treated her daughter, who was indeed a bad seed, but was only that way because of the hostile environment she was in. She would yell at her 2 year old like she was an adult and spank her to the verge of it being child abuse. That was another reason I stayed so long. I tried to be a positive influence on her child rearing, but Veronica’s impatience won out.

Eventually, I got the resolve to end things once and for all. Veronica didn’t have the traits I was looking for in a mate. I knew that from the start but refused to listen to the voice of reason in my head. I got suckered in by all the attention. I wish I could say that was the end of the saga, but alas it’s not. After the break up, Veronica transformed into Queen Stalker. It started out subtly; she would just stare at me at work. Her eyes would penetrate me as I took my calls. It was a little uncomfortable, but I could deal with that. Then, I found out that she was telling people that her newborn son, who by this point was 3 months old, was my child. I was like WTF!!! I didn’t even know her when she got pregnant, ain’t no way he is mine. But it was just enough information to salt my game for awhile. Veronica then started calling me 10 times a day, and when I ignored her number on the caller id, she would block her number or go to a pay phone to call. On those rare occasions that she did catch me, the conversation would consist of a series of attempted manipulations such as “I am going to kill myself” or “the kids really miss you.” Next, I noticed her driving by my apartment late at night or sitting in her car across the street trying to see who was coming into my crib. Veronica’s stalker tendencies were really starting to bug me, but I did my best to ignore her. Until something happened that I couldn’t ignore.

I came home late one night from a night of clubbing with my homegirl Senita and a few other co workers. It was about 3 in the morning and I was still intoxicated from the Bacardi Limon we had been drinking all night. I staggered up the driveway and made my way to the door of the cheap ass duplex I was renting. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Veronica digging up the grass under a tree (with her bare hands.) I quickly ran her off with a barrage of drunken curse words. It wasn’t until the next morning that I found out what she was doing. Apparently, Veronica went to visit a psychic healer, who told her how to put “roots” on me. She had to bury some chicken bones, a lock of my hair and an article of my clothing in my yard and then I would come back to her. Now I don’t believe in “roots” but the fact that Veronica would go that route displayed to me how unbalanced she really was. I had to tell her I was going to get a restraining order. She didn’t really stop stalking me until I moved to Atlanta about a year later.

After this experience, I tended to avoid Aries at all costs. Three in a row was enough for me. If I met an attractive young lady that just so happened to be an Aries, I ran like the wind. At this point in my life, I no longer avoid Aries, but I am careful to look for the warning signs. So there’s my long saga of dealing with Aries women. Do you have any zodiac signs that you are compatible with or try to avoid? Hit me up in the comments if you feel compelled to share.

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