Things I Do that Aggrevate People..


— When jogging, I like to make special trips through fast food restaurants parking lots. I won’t say anything to potential customers. I think my very presence, speaks on them on many levels. Once in a while,  a car will pull out of the drive thru, most likely over come with with guilt.  What?? I can’t help that’s it own my jogging course.

— I wave hello to random people, that I don’t know.

— Sometimes I walk to the beat of the music, and (sometimes I silently have a soundtrack in my head)


— When I sneeze, I say: “Excuse me, Bless Me, Thank you”.  Cuts out the middle man.. If I said “You’re Welcome” then I would be considered sorta weird

— I used plastic-ware, so that I will never technically have to do the dishes, because technically I never dirty up any dishes. Saves water right?


-If driving, and you go to sleep on me, I’ll slam on breaks and start screaming

-If in the passenger side, I normally attempt to strangle myself at the stop lights

– If in the back of car, I will rock the car at the stop lights, by grab both “Oh SHIT” handle and shifting my weight


–If I’m asked how many sets I have left, I usually give an super high number like 15

–I switch the Time Elapsed to Time Remaining, so that people wont stand behind when my time is almost up.


Stimulate Me Uncle Sam

Stimulate: To excite as if with a goad; to excite, rouse, or animate, to action or more vigorous exertion by some pungent motive or by persuasion.

Hot Topic this week seems to be the stimulus checks that tons of Americans will get. Here’s my nickel(formerly known as two cents, darn inflation)

You know I was gonna be a smart guy and pay down a little debt with my $600, but I think I’m gonna be a really smart guy and buy one of those PS3’s, that way I can get a gaming console(that I don’t have time to play) and a blu-ray disc player all at once. Two cool items for the price of 600, but wait.. I’ll be a true American, open up an account at Worst Buy Shortage Town, save 10%, pay it off later(I swear it will go on the to do list), and use the 600 on something more cool like rims for  my car, or clothes to go partying in(daddy needs new pair of shoes, perferably with an attractive person attached.)

Heaven forbid I spend it on gas  or bills account or something useful, I dunno, like feeding myself. Worst idea at all, would be to put it in a savings account. Yes I know, a savings account doesn’t stimulate anything,  I get that.  In rebuttal, though, don’t give me 600 bucks and tell me to buy Digital Camera, or Lawn Mower, or a Zune in orde to save the economy.

There you have it, my 10 cents…

Put Down Your Checklist.

I hope everyone had a happy Single’s Awareness Day aka Valentine’s Day. I’ve I had time to think and process most of the pre-V and post-V day conversations, feelings and emotions. I’ve come to realize that we have glamorized love and relationships to the point of absurdity. We have become so caught up in our personal checklists that, in an effort to find someone that has all of the requirements and standards, that we missing out on some really amazing people, experiences and feelings.

So I’m saying just stop over-thinking and over analysing people and situations. Stop being so picky and so defensive. Just let the feelings and emotions come and deal with them as they do. I’m not saying don’t guard yourself. There are things to talk about or consider before embarking on an emotional investment that you think will go past Lust. BUT don’t try to plan out the rest of your life from Day 1, things will happen.

It’s the imperfections that you fall in love with. It’s the annoying laughs, the nervous fidgeting, the way they play with their hair when they talk to you, the way they look at you when you smile, their weird eating concoctions and habits, their fanaticism with their favorite artist/band, their love for vintage tee, or the fact that they are 5 inches taller/shorter than you.

Instead of spending a lifetime searching for someone Prefect, you should look for someone perfect for you, and finding someone for you isn’t something you can get on day one, it’s something you grow into. It’s a journey, and adventure for two. If you don’t like getting dirrty(yes more than one r, didn’t Christina teach you anything) then you need to rethink your life, cause Love is messy. PERIOD.

So.. JUST LOVE.. Yourself…Them… Me…


Why Nice Guys Finish Last

We’ve all heard it, maybe most of us have even used it, and some of us live it everyday. Is it true, do Nice Guys finish last? When did being nice, becomes such a troublesome obstacle for so many people. Why does a positive trait, carry such a negative connotation?

Well first of all there has to be some kinda of medium to which we can grade niceness. There is big difference between doing nice things and being a nice guy. Having manners, and holding doors and volunteering are all nice things. Being a Nice Guy(from here on out NG), is more of mentality that affects your actions, and obviously the way you think. Not hitting on countless women, with vulgar come ons and distaste, bending over backwards for people, or accepting the short straw on purpose so that other won’t have to is being a NG.

See NGs aren’t aggressive. Maybe aggressive isn’t correct word here, let’s go with assertive. They don’t want to feel that they are being to pushy, to overbearing, to demanding. There in lies the problem. Not being assertive at times closes the door to many things. I’ve learn that sometimes you have to actively pursue the things you want. You have to be persistent. NG’s sometime have the mentality that things will fall in place because they are nice, a ying & yang way of thinking if you will. A bit of entitlement sometimes follows NG’s, they feel that since they are doing nice things, that nice things(the things they want) should be fall on them. This just isn’t the case. NG’s care to much about, not what people think about them, but what people think OF them. There’s a difference, a big difference. This traps NG’s into a state of actions and thinking where, they try to distant themselves from anything not considered nice.

Unfortunately for NG’s, sometimes woman take niceness for a sign of weakness. See women feel that niceness = abandon masculinity, which isnt always the case. I dont know what it is about women. Maybe it slightly stems from their natural feeling of wanting to be feel protected and safe. NG’s see so many great women with guys that to them, don’t treat them well. This causes much frustration for NG’s. NG’s don’t understand why a women would be with a guy that treats them bad, when they could have someone better, someone say… nice. “Treat’em like dirt they stick to you like mud. These words are very true. I’ve even had women explain to me that they see “over-niceness” as a sign of insecurity. Now it took me a few moments to understand this. Apparently NG’s are so nice, they must be insecure about themselves, and they attempt to make everyone else feel good, in order to compensation of how they feel about themselves. This blows my mind, I think that if someone is kind enough to take the effort to make you feel good, then that’s a sign that they feel pretty good about themselves, because apparently to me, that person isn’t dependent on having nice things done for them, or being showered with complements.

In the same vein, sometimes NG’s ruin potential relationships, hook-ups or whatever, because they exert to much niceness. After a while, women will begin to equate you to a friend, or a worst a brother. Or women will reject you because you are too nice, because she feels that you will be hurt in some kind of way of never being able to recover should things go bad, and that somehow hurting a nice guy is worst than hurting a jerk. See, the world is so backwards sometimes. The JERK has a better chance with a woman, simply because he’s equated to not having feelings worth hurting. She’s willing to take a risk with the JERK, she has nothing to lose, and she won’t regret hurting the JERK, as she would the NG. Being nice gets people attached to you to quickly, gets them caring about you to soon, to much. Once they do, they hold back and sometimes that’s works in the favor of a NG and sometimes it doesn’t. Being nice, will sometimes bring people to your aid when you need it the most. Yet sometimes it works the complete opposite way.

NG are often label as being push overs or punching bags. Many NG’s have a hard time saying NO. Again NG’s don’t want to be associated with anything negative connotations. They don’t want to feel that they are disappointing anyone. This is why in the work environment, NG’s get dump with the brunt of the work. They can’t say NO, and everyone depends on them to do the things they don’t want to do. Sometimes people will exploit your weakness, the very thing you regard your strength. People will have you bending over backwards if you aren’t careful.

So I why do I know so much about NG’s well, I used to be one, I’ve suffered the fate from much up above. I’ve learned a lot recently and its taking me a long time to see and grow. I won’t say I’m not a nice guy anymore, I’m just a nice guy with a bit of an edge now…

Nice guys may finish last, but we finish on top!!

Got A Stalker…

Yup… that’s right.. Your very own has a stalker. Oddly enough a male stalker at that. I mean I guess having a stalker elevates that ever-growing celebrity status of mine, but COULD I have at least gotten a crazy hot(would settle for semi-hot) girl.  But oh no I have Mr. NO Meds.. as in NO i’m not taking my meds anymore..

Thank God he’s pretty broke and cant afford text messages anymore, but this guy would send me 10-15 text messages before Lunch time. Little odd messages asking me what was I doing? why I hadn’t texted him yet? What I was doing later? And then he would call at soon as he got off work, non stop..just all the time. With Christmas break a few weeks ago, most of that has stop. Maybe he has found a new person to stalk. One could only hope.

So how does one acquire a stalker?, much like one acquires an STD, one mistake, one night, wrong person. Advice: NEVER GO eating at the Steak N Shake at 3:00 AM by yourself. So you know I’m eating a very late night snack, when Stalker Boy sits next to me. We take part in the art of nodding (you know UP if you’re black and DOWN if you’re white). So far so normal. Then a few mins later… it happen verbal communication. And before you know this guys was pretty much saying that he was just looking for other cool people to hang out with.  He looked young and harmless. I told him that once in a while I find time to head out or just hang. He liked the idea of us maybe grabbing a cold one sometimes and give me his number. I”m from the new school, I gave him my messenger name.(momma didn’t raise a complete fool).. Anyways longer story short, we made contact again soon after and I discovered that his guy was crazy, gay and off his meds.

After being told that I was” the one that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, because we connected like no other two people have ever had” the alarms went off and it was time to escape. Some people just can’t take no, or hell no the right way. Even tried it in Spanish and Mandarin. Needless to say after about 3 weeks of avoided calls, blocked IM and no texting,  I think the guy finally got the hint. Once in a while he’ll find a way to block his number and I’ll answer unknowingly.

Just weird, I guess. Having someone slightly crazy over you, but in the wrong kinda way.

Have people become this desperate for human interaction? to be liked? for affection? Good Grief!!!

YUPPIE in Training

What is a yuppie you may ask?

Yuppie as defined by wkikpedia – Yuppie is the neologism for the consumers identified in the advertising category “Young Urban Professional”. The acronym pejorativelydescribes said socio-economic demographic group as selfish, materialistic, and psychologically superficial people with much disposable income.

It’s like I woke up this morning, and realized that I was a yuppie in training. If the term was coined in the 80’s, and we’re now on version 2.0, then I’m what am I??? the 3.0 of tomorrow. I mean for crying out loud, I’m wearing low-rise destroyed corduroy jeans from American Eagle, A Lacoste shirt, Rainbows, A Kenneth Cole watch, and Calvin Klein Undies(boxer briefs wink wink).

J. Crew sweaters, Lacoste shirts, Sperry shoes, 85 dollar Levi jeans, 300 dollar Ipods, 80 dollar cologne, Luxury sedans when and where does it all end, where did it all begin?  Why are we such a “brand” devouring society?

I recently had to travel for work and walked into a store at a mall, it was a outlet store from Saks 5th Ave.  I knew that Saks was know for selling expensive clothing, so I decided to check this outlet out to see what kind of  reduced prices they had, with no intentions of buying anything. A burberry shirt was on sale for 70 bucks, marked down from $165. A$350 dollar cashmere sweater, was on sale for ONLY 149.99.  OMG when did it become okay to spend 350 on a sweater, but more importantly why are we so eager to buy it.

I understand about paying for quality items, the good ole, “you get what you pay for”.  It’s true, I know. I  also know it’s all about perspective. To a person making 100’s of thousands of dollars, $180 for a pair of Dolce&Gabbana  glasses doesn’t seem like much.  The point is though, it still doesn’t change the fact, that you are spending 180 on a pair of shades, even if you can afford it.  Even with knowing these things, It is just hard to grasp. I mean heck, I can’t even explain, why I partake in it on my level, when I do, well I sorta do, but that’s for later, much later.

It all comes down to status right?  Who’s got it? Who wants it? Who flaunts it? How can I get more right? Outside of the Celeb realm, is there a peak to status?  If we’re constantly trying to attain more of it, what do we get when we get it all? What’s the end result?  It would appear to me, that once you got it all, it would only be a certain amount of time, before someone else got it, then what? You then become what, a group of people with status over another group? No end…

Will someone please save me from this consumer-ship hell!!

Corporate/Retail America (or whatever we want to call them this week), I smite YOU

Ahh.. the Monday Morning Ramblings.

Black Suburbia

I’m not from the ghetto, I’m from the Black Burbs, and oh yes there is a difference. Growing up in Black Suburbia or the Black Burbs(from here on out BB), is quite an experience.  Let’s rewind for a moment. There’s a small setup to this story…

So I’m hanging with a bunch of people and we’re all carrying on and getting to know each other. Well this one girl, was explaining how, in her school from home, there were only like 3 other black people in the whole entire school, and talking about her shock when she came to college, just from the sheer amount of minorities(Hispanic, black, Asian etc) on campus.  Ok nothing that I haven’t heard before from other various cases.  But this chick has the audacity to ask me, “how was it growing up in the ghetto”. I replied back with “I woudln’t know”. She looked confused, slightly constipated, like she she didn’t understand my answer. Oh you know I to educate…

I didn’t grow up hearing gunshots, sirens, or tons of screaming and shouting.  I’m thankful for that I grew up in a safe and engendering enviroment.  So many people have to worry about making it home from school safe, I blessingly did not.

I guess I need to be honest here. I didn’ grow up the Suburbs Suburbs, I did, but  I’m from the country and Country Burbs(white or black) are different, than say, Mega City Burbs.  The major difference of the available of un-developed land( I know, what a concept!!)  We had plenty of neighborhood land to go exploring, make hideouts and fish for tadpoles and such.  Another big difference is the proximity of the house to one another and the backyard space, both of which are much greater.  Also the houses tend to be farther back from the street, thus giving you  a larger than normal front yard as well.

Growing up in the BB are pretty much like growing up in the WB.  Everything is family based, and people are normally friendly and social. But don’t be fool there is a difference between white suburbia and black suburbia.  For instance of decoration of house for hoilday and festivities.  We are less likely to put lights on the house, place snowmen in the front yard, stack hay bells, or erect a 10 foot bunny on the side of the house. In BB, being the coolest kid on the block meant having the coolest and latest sneakers, or the “hottest jacket”, not shiniest bike, the “most awesomest” skateboard.  Cookouts become a neighborhood event, with everyone nearly pitching in.  You also have a great deal of people sitting out on front porches, just relaxing.  Also the landscaping of  theBB is very different from the WB.  I can’t explain it, it just it.

MY BB was quite unique, because at home I personally have grape vines, apple, plum, pear and peach trees in the back yard, along with a real clothes line(some people don’t know what that is..).  Although Wal-mart is about 4 miles away, there was always a lady in the community that sells popcicles and sodas.  There also was system of delaying the bus if one child got left.  For example if I got left by the bus, my mom could call 10 stops down the tell them, so make sure their child, walked slow the bus, thus giving my mom time to hop in the car to catch the bus. Anywho, I guess that’s enough for today..