I Dare You To Tell Me I Ain't The Truth (updated)

Here is Royce's Daughter's Dare. She dared me to take pictures of the crib as is before I cleaned it up. More to come. So keep checking back

Synsational wants to know the truth about why its hard to meet people outside the blog. I am antisocial because people get on my nerves and because I have Social Anxiety Disorder (self diagnosed.) I am not comfortable talking to people I dont know and I have a strong dislike of rejection. Its easier for myself to not put myself out there, than to get shot down. I think the blog has made it easier to connect with people on a purely intellectual level.

Nikki thinks I removed her question, when in actuality, she commented on an old post. She wants to know how many women I have said I Love You to in the last 8 months. The answer is 2. It has been way more than 10 times. She also wants to know if I told my moms ten times in the last 8 months. I don't think so. I think I talk to her like once a month, so it would probably be like 8 times in the last 8 months.

Mocha asked me about when I met her and Miz JJ.. Apparently I was thinking something, but didnt tell them what it was. So here is my internal dialogue.
"They stood me up..again"
"I'm just gonna go home.. oh wait, they calling me now"
"Look at Mocha and JJ.. damn they fine"
"Mocha's shirt is ummm revealing"
"JJ's lips are ummm WOW!"
"Stop staring Rashan"
"Talk to them both"
"You are talking to much to JJ"
"You are talking too much to Mocha"
"Aww, fuck it. Just chill out"
"Look at those fake lesbians"
"Black girls from Canada talk like White girls from America"
"They are hella cool"
"The night is over already?"
"Man, we should have went to Strokers"

Is that good enough for ya, Mocha?

Thee Modern Isis wants to know Since you are a sarcastic person, what is the most sarcastic thing you have said that got the most surprising response. I had a friend that I went to high school. I used to like her back in the day, but I had moved on and then she started digging me. Anyway, we were working together at the hospital and she used to do touch me on the shoulders or grab my hands and stuff. One day, I said, if you want to touch me so bad, I got something for you to touch. I was just being an ass... but to my surprise she was willing. We went down to an empty office and well you know the rest. That wasnt the most sarcastic, but it was the most surprising reaction. I can't even pick the most sarcastic comment. Sarcasm is a second language for me.

Tenacious dared me to take a picture of the infamous Al Qaeda. For those of you not familiar, he is a colleague that gets on my last nerve at work, never does any of his own work and even tried to get me fired last year on some bullshit. I played it off like I was taking a picture of our United Way Bake Sale. I know it looks like he is posing for the camera, but he actually walks around with that sappy grin on his face all the time, especially if there is food around. I told him today that he couldn't have that piece of cake he wanted because it was prepared with pork grease. The dummy actually believed me.



I did Trizzy's dare yesterday eating 3 times in one day. Check yesterday's post for photos. In turn I dared her to post an audioclip. Here was our first attempt, and the second attempt is on her blog.

Honey asked If I could do anything today and know that no one would remembeer it tomorrow... what would it be? I would wipe out the credit agencies like in Fight Club and give everyone a fresh start. Some people come in with advantages and I want to even out the score.

Organized wanted me to tell the story of "She who will not be named" from my first post... Just b/c of time this will be a short recap...

If you been reading the blog, you know how it ended, but here is how it started. I met her back in 1999 in Savannah at work. We flirted around a bit but she had a boyfriend. She used to hang out at the crib with friends then eventually started coming around by herself. Eventually, she broke up with her boyfriend and got with me. 6 days later she moved in with me. We were together for 2 years. Because of some alleged legal issues, (read the last paragraph of the link for details), we moved to Atlanta together. I thought we were cool, but apparently I was just comfortable (2 income households will do that to you). The first breakup was pretty dramatic in retrospect. On her birthday in 2001, I had bought her a tennis bracelet and some matching earrings. She saw the jewelry box and thought I was gonna propose to her and panicked. Said she wasnt ready to get married and blah blah blah. I was like ummm this aint an engagement ring (although I admit, I was thinking about it.) Anyway she said she needed some time to "work on herself" (translation: fuck somebody else) before she could move forward with me. A couple days later we got back together but it was never the same. We finally broke up for good a few months later. I was crushed, b/c this was the first time that I had ever been in love and I didn't really understand at the time why we broke up. I have better clarity now. Anyway, we reconnected earlier this year, but that was ill fated as well. It did however give me that proverbial closure that people talk about.

MORE TO COME!!!!

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