Do You Remember Me?

I'm back after a long break. I've been writing in my actual journal instead of my blog. I didn't mean to neglect. I just sometimes feel like writing the words done releases more emotions than typing them.

Things have been like a yo-yo lately, but I'm starting to get my bearings.

WORK - Work is work is BULLSHYT. WWE is still getting on my damn nerves. She needs to just quit and stop reeking havoc on my life. Supposedly, I'll be supervising the office one she speaks to HR. We will see and I'll keep you posted.

MEN - My plate is full. Not saying it's with the right people, but it's full of potential and stagnancy. Those two things don't mix. I have old, new and reoccurring men coming in and out of my life. I need to put a stop to this, but I find myself enjoying. What is the saying....Bad attention is better than no attention. I just say the dating pool sucks and a girl needs some TLC every now and then. Why train someone new when you have a plethora at your disposal?

LIFE - Well that's the one thing that is actually going good. I made a decision on grad school. I will be doing the English Education program. I want to teach high school students and eventually go into teaching at the university level. The children are our future and I'm sad to say...it ain't much of a future if we leave it up to the these kids now and days! They need a teacher that won't take shyt from NOBODY! That is me.

Well...that's it for now. I'll try to come back on here and deliver more news.

Ode to the King: RIP Michael Jackson

As you all know, unless you have been living under a rock, the King of Pop is dead.

It's still hard to say it, type it, or think it. I still can't let go of the memory of me frantically reloading the CNN homepage to see if it was true. It was.

My heart goes out the to Jackson family and all the fans that adore Michael. He was definitely an icon for everyone growing up. Gender and race played no role in the fact that Michael was the best. Period.

It was amazing to see a person in my time that crossed boundary lines and make a difference. You hear of the Malcolm X and MLK of the world's past and think, "Man, I wish I was alive to encounter a person like that." I can say I have.

I was born in the midst and world breaking success of Thriller and danced my way into my formative years with Bad. Michael and his brothers were with me all along for the ride. Their music formed a feel good barrier around me when I wanted to get away from life's craziness. I'll never forget listening to the Jackson 5 for the first time thinking, "Who is that kid dancing and singing like that? How old is he? Is he a midget?". I couldn't fathom a little boy could blow and dance like Michael Jackson. It was impossible. From that moment on I was in awe. My mom bought their records on vinyl and let it spin on the weekends as we cleaned the house. A tradition that stands forth today. Can't go a cleaning day without listening to a little Michael or the Jackson 5.

Even thought it's sad know that he is gone, he left us so much that we should be happy. I know as time passes, I will celebrate Michael and all that he had given me and the world. Great music. The only thing I regret and really sad about it that I didn't get to see his greatness in concert. During the height of his career, I was too young to attend a concert, but I thought I had time to see him when I got older. That makes me sad. Other than that, I'm celebrating Michael. I'm doing that everytimg I play his song or when I dance to his videos.

Michael is where he should be and I hope he is moonwalking all over the clouds in heaven.

Social Guru my ASS

Wow! 3 months of no contact. Life has been a blur!

Things happened that I should talk about, but I'm at work blogging during lunch. So I'm going to blog out my current mood status, which is PISSED THE F**K OFF, caused by my incompetent boss. I figure to get my malicious and murderous thoughts emotions in check, I blog about it. Whoever reads this will be my therapist. I just need to get things off my chest. If not, trust, one day my foot will be up her ASS. Sometimes I find myself trying to ward off evil thoughts by singing the latest Taco Bell Pina Colada drink song off their latest commercial.

Ok, this lousy excuse for a director has passed me up on plenty of career building opportunities over the past couple of months. I don't know if she has a personal vendetta for me or what, but it's getting old. She constantly takes my grand ideas and dumbs it down so she can articulate as her own. When she does give me credit, it's in such a backhanded way I'm not sure if I want the credit in the end. The passive agressiveness makes me want to kick her right between her serverely chapped lips and hope her profuse bleeding will moisturize her chaffing lips. Everytime she speaks to me my skin crawls from the movement of her rough, chapped lips meshing together. It's like rubbing sand paper together. Then her hangnails that scratch my arm when she tries to get her stupid, passive point across by touching me, makes me gag *holding back vile as I type*. She got one more time to lay her mangled cuticle hands on me....Lawd....WOOSAH...ok I'm back.

This is how she makes me feel on a daily basis for the past 2yrs 7 days and 6hrs and counting....

She is the blemish in my life that's bothersome. You want to demolish it but you can't for sake of leaving a hideous scar. That's her. Let's just called her Wicked Witch of the East (since we reside on the Eastside of Manhattan), WWE for short.

So after that introduction, let me get to the reason for my delirious anger. WWE passed me up, yet again for a opportunity doing a workshop on social networking that would take place in house for the staff that has been recently told of ther impending termination. She passed it along to a novice, to say the least, staff member that is getting her feet wet with social networking sites. WWE labeled her a "guru" and "expert on lament advice" for social networking. Mind you this "guru" only knows how to operate Twitter on a good day. I mean give me a damn break. So she promoted herself and book on Twitter alone. Whooptie Flippin Do! It's just a 147 character status notice! My 5 yr old cousin can update her status on Twitter. That doesn't give her the knowledge of running a social networking workshop!!

This is how the conversation went...

Me: "The Facebook page is up and running."
WWE: "Oh great. This looks amazing!"
Me: "Thanks! Only took my about an hour to get all the information uploaded."
WWE: "Yea, about that. I have some corrections. Not saying your work isn't fabulous, just it's missing a few things. No big deal."
Me: *rolling my eyes* "Sure it is."
WWE: "So I was thinking now that this Facebook thing is up, Pam could use it at the workshop she is doing on social networking. She is SO good at this stuff."
Me: *stunned and choking* "Who, Pam? All she knows is Twitter. How is she going to run a workshop on all the other networking sites?
WWE: "She is the GURU on this type of thing. She can show them the LAMENT version to all the confusing social networking sites."
Me: * thinking Lament? How lament can it get. Click. Create Profile. Post. Done.* "I guess."
WWE: "So can you set up things for Pam?"

At this point I zoned out, collected my lunch and walked out.

Now I'm an hour and a half into my hour lunch break and I'm dreading of returning to my office.

Pray for me ya'll...

Top Ten: Dudes that Wouldn't Bag Chicks if They Weren't Rich

So...in the mornings as I drag my behind out of bed to go to a job I loathe, I like to listen to Ed Lover's morning show. I don't know if anyone knows who Ed Lover is, but I'm about to tell ya...

One of raps most influential and pioneer MC, he started out as a git and worked his way up to bigger and better things. First did T.V. with a hit music video countdown show on MTV called Yo! MTV Raps (It was the 106 and Park of MTV back in the day). Then Ed went to the silver screen to play in "Who's the Man" (understated movie if you ask me). After many different gigs here and there on T.V. and movies, Ed now has his morning talk show on Power 105.1 in NYC.

Sidebar - I've always thought Ed Lover was a cutie, but when I saw him in person in a pass by on the streets I was DEFINITELY giving him the eye! I was sashaying and licking my lips like they were tasty. It wasn't until he saw me and smiled that I realized who it was. He looked like a regular cute dude walking the street. Talk about shamed!! I never diverted my gaze so quickly in my life!

Back to the lesson at hand...

On his radio show, Ed does his top ten and most of the time they are good, usually themed related to whats going on in today's news, but still pretty good. This morning was exceptional. I was rolling in the car on the way to work. So I decided to bless ya'll with his top ten to brighten your day.

10. T. Pain












9. Beenie Man


8. Lil Wayne


7. Gucci Mane


6. Patrick Ewing


5. Jay Z


4. Forest Whitaker


3. Jermaine Dupri


2. Biz Markie


1. Flavor Flav


Even though I think this list is pretty much complete, it could use some adjustments. Maybe move Ewing a little closer to number one and Hova back some toward Lil Wayne. Personally, I would and could do more with Hov then Ewing. Can you imagine? GREAT GOOGLY MOGGLY!

What do you guys think? This should be good...

Guess Who's Bizzack!

I'm back ya'll!

So, where do I begin. Man...well let's start with professional cause that won't take but nothing two seconds to rehash. MY JOB SUCKS!

In the famous words of Chris Rock, "You know the difference between a job and a career. A job, you counting the minutes until 5pm so you can punch you clock and get the hell out of there. A career, you don't even notice time and sometimes you feel like you don't have enough time to do what you have to do."

This is so true! Right now, I have a job. I once thought of it as a career, but now I see it for what it is. Something to pay the bills (barely) and the bare necessities. I think I feel this way because I'm doing something I'm not passionate about and I can't stand my boss. All I can say is she lucky it's a recession. Damn economy! My boss Chapped Lips Em..hmm let's just call her CL, cause a girl still needs a job. CL is the most inappropriate, aggravating, psycho person to be left in charge of a department. Since she stumbled into her position, she has NO IDEA how to handle herself or the job. I could go on and on, but I would be writing a novel before I'm done griping about all her incompetency. More on CL to come, promise.

Moving on...my personal life is stable. No worries about love. I mean I want to be in love, but I got my whole life to find it. Or even better, love finding me. Recently I came back from Aruba with a male friend. I say friend, but I mean friend. I believe you know what I mean. :) At first it was all about getting him to be in a relationship, but after a few mishap and hurt feelings I put it to rest. Now we are just enjoying each others company and not worrying about it. Which turned out to work for the better, even though I was totally against it from day one. My mother raised me better than to give the goodies to a man with no commitment. LMAO. But, desperate times called for desperate measures. I have no regrets cause I know beyind the choas and buffed up egos between the both of us, we seriously have respect and love for each other and that's a commitment I would like to keep.

Well, that's it! There is more but I'm afraid i have to go. Blogger is shutting down in 10 minus, 9, 8, 7....

Neglection

I know, I know...its been awhile since I posted any new items. But, its for good reason. Life has been chalk full of craziness, but sprinkled here and there with goodness. Hopefully this week I can actually sit down and rehash all of it to you guys. If not, I can do a really good recap!

Until next time (more than a few minutes of total focus) I'll hit you guys up...Promise :)

Funniest Thing I Read in Awhile...

I often surf the internet for interesting blogs, like my own of course, to read. My friend MD -- well, about that...it seems as though my friend doesn't like her name so, I thought long and hard about a new one. What I came up with was 'POISON'. Cause a man can't trust her big butt and smile. It was her catch line, not mine. So I dub thee Poison and send MD on its way.

Now back to business...

Poison hooked me on to this blog called Very Smart Brothas. It's world of sex, love, relationships, and everything inbetween through the eyes of a very smart brotha. I like the site because it speaks the true 98% of the time. I say that because you can't always go on the word of a brotha!

One article caught my eye and I wanted to share. It's about my favorite subject...crazy ass people!

Enjoy and let me know what you think...

bonkers: five signs you’re dealing with a crazy-ass bastard

Posted: 08 Mar 2009 09:02 PM PDT

in keeping with our committment to fight crime, i’d be remiss if i didn’t tell you that i was once in a relationship with a woman who later revealed herself to be completely insane. because i am still scared to death of her dont like to go in-depth about past lovers, i won’t get into any particulars, but i wanted to bring this topic up just to provide some sort of public documentation in case i end up “missing” someday show you all that the champ is human and sh*t, and how to avoid the mistakes ive made. so without further ado, heres…

….five signs you’re dealing with a crazy-ass bastard

1. you’re scared to break up…for two separate reasons:

a) what they’ll potentially do to you

and, more importantly.

b) what they’ll potentially do to themselves

“how did it last that long?”

ask anybody (myself included) who stayed in a relationship with a slightly anti-sane person this question, and they’ll all give you a variant of the same answer.

“yeah, of course, i feared that she’d delete my hard drive and grind off the heels of my ken cole dress boots if i ended it. but, to be honest, i was more scared about what she’d do to herself. sh*t, suicide, homicide, growing a shag, dating a skinhead, and publicly releasing a niagara of synthetic tears…anything was possible.”

2. you keep a list in your head of completely and hilariously random topics you try to never, ever, ever, ever bring up.

several years ago, i dated a woman who’d go batsh*t bongcrazy whenever anything having to do with vegetables was brought up.

i’m not making this up.

vegetables.

like lettuce and spinach and sh*t.

i once asked her why, but i lost interest once i heard the term “seattle communists” in her explanation. moral of the story: don’t date aka’s.

3. they have a list of completely and hilariously random places they’re never, ever, ever allowed to visit

chuck e cheese

walmart

back yards

madison square garden

walking across bridges

the state of delaware

within 500 yards of any post office or beer distributors

no matter how stupid the reason, crazy-ass bastards love being banned from random ass, seemingly unbanable places. its a virtual rite of passage, like confirmation for catholics and teen pregnancy for hispanics.

4. for whatever reason, sex is usually accompanied by tears

lets just say that i learned the hard way that a woman doing a naked wall-slide and sobbingly uncontrollably for ten minutes directly after an orgasm isnt a good thing, and could possibly lead to more terrifyingly hilarious behavior, and lets just leave it at that…ok?

cool.

lastly…

5. …they’ve made YOU crazy too

whether it’s changing your account passwords twice a week, hacking their email just to see if they’ve hacked yours, or finding yourself apologizing for completely and utter defensible sh*t (”i’m sorry for telling you i got to work on time yesterday. i didnt realize that it would make you think about your stepfather’s foster kids“), there’s no truer sign that you’re dating a crazy-ass bastard than the fact that you’ve started to do crazy-ass sh*t yourself, just to potentially pre-empt their craziness.

its a circle of crazy. a sphere of insanity. a loop of lunacy. a wheel of wack. a disc of dementia. a circumference of cuckoo

i’d go on, but…wait. hold up. i’ll be back. i think someone’s knocking on my window.

hmmm. thats odd. noone was there, but there’s a bucket of what looks to be chicken blood on my windowsill. i wonder why that is?

oh well. did i miss anything?

—the champ