The downfall of computers.....

They are killing my eyesight! I've got to STOP staying on this thing all night and day, and viewing everything with no light!

I cherish my eyesight...I really, REALLY do.

It's gotta go...

Yep, that southern hospitality is not for a place like N.Y. Someone please shoot me the next time I make eye contact with the next {who knows} and forces my lips to speak "hello" Good-fucking-ness....



Well this gentlemen took my "hello" too far and now I can officially add him to the list of stalkers. Ok..let me back up. I don't mind listening to a person (hell, the train is coming anyway and hopefully they will go on about their business afterwards, right?) but to follow me is just outta control. So I sucked it up thinking **well this will be the last time I see him anyway...I can be nice until I get to my express stop**....SHIIIIIIII



Sure enough I got off the train and everything was cool that day; but someone please tell me why I saw "Mista" the next dayum day. UGH. Now homeboy must have had a nights worth of fun cause he brought two lovely fever blisters (one on the bottom lip and the other on top) to the conversation with him this day. All I could think was **please back the hell up--this is not the time or place to be all in my face**....




So evil Ebone' started to kick in and I acted as if I was blasting my ipod--which wasnt even on, but you know--but that still didnt work. The fool starting tapping me and shit...*hey, listen to this....look at this**...and I'm like **fuck--go away and don't fucking touch me**.So he got the point for a hot second but still managed to get on the same car as me....{dayum}. Now why the most ridiculous people want attention--I will never know, but homeboy was trying so hard to converse with everyone on the train. I guess he picked up a paper or something and it had a picture of some nasty freaky naked chick that got caught for some kind of scandal and he thought it was necessary to show the whole fucking train the cover-trying to show he was against it, I guess. The worst part is, he would spit on the cover to CONFIRM "she" was filth. And everytime he made a pouch in his lips to let whatever fucking infected ass saliva come out...I just cringed thinking **you better not get that shit on me with all that EXTRA on your lips**....



Long story short people...I've seen him a couple more times and he just won't leave me the hell alone. Dude had the nerve to tell me I was going to marry him one day?! **Umm yeah...when chitlines make you lose weight**....(gags)...



So I blame this on the dirty-dirty. See in the South, we speak to people as we walk by, and although I think this is a kind gesture-and I will STILL do it sometimes-I'm going to have to be selective to the people I greet in NY....ugh.

'Security to stall ONE please'

Ok, so I stopped at the McDonalds in Harlem today only to see two men guard the bathroom doors. At first I thought there was a minor altercation....**what the hell done happened now**....but as I ordered my food and begin to sit down, I learned they were keeping non-customers out the bathroom. ERR!?!?!

{come again you say}...alright; THEY WERE KEEPING NON CUSTOMERS---just kidding, but yeah-ridiculous I know. So I sat close to the bathroom (eww, don't go there)--only because I was in denial... thinking **they cannot be serious.** I was trying to convince myself otherwise **maybe someone is in there throwing up or maybe a mother is giving birth or something...who knows** but all assumptions were false.

As crazy as it seems, many people indeed came off the streets wanting to use the bathroom. As they approached the doors of the bathroom, one of the men would hold out their hand in an effort to obtain a receipt to prove they had a purchase from THAT DAY **Are you shitting me.** As expected, a few got upset and a couple even gave a hi five using the middle finger only as they exited. Others begged to get in the restroom and the remaining already knew 'what time it was' when they saw the men at the door. 'Come on man, I gotta use it' or 'man, I'm ABOUT to purchase something' is all I heard the people say--how funny. {Is McDonalds running out of water or some shit? What is the logic behind this shit, I mean really}...anyway..

I just continued to laugh as I sat and saw the people getting swatted by these men...lol--I'm so messy sometimes--but it was too funny to me. {regaining composure} But you know on the contrary, I am a good person--so next time I will slide one of these people my receipt and let them use the bathroom 'on me'...yeah, thats it! As a matter of fact, I could even charge them .25 cents to borrow my receipt--hell yeah...NY is a hustle, right...I think I am on to something...

Gary Coleman Ish

Gary Coleman, Gary Coleman, Gary Coleman.

Now you know he is a foo. He has been on the low for sometime now, but just recently he got married to a woman who claimed, "he was the most handsome man alive!" Uh huh-----(and so I start)...


...So I will not say its for money, but there has got to be another motive as to why this woman would marry this man. Ok, ok, maybe not--maybe they are REALLY in love...but yeah. So not even a month after the wedding, the girl is now in the hospital because he tried to run over her with his truck. WOW....now to me, that was funny. Not because the girl is in the hospital and in critical condition...but because this took place not even a month after the wedding. Come on now...she had to have seen some "freaky jason" shit before she got married...humm; "and till death do you part!"