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