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 "Hon.ky 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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