Sunday Morning Randomness

As I hem and haw about doing my usual weekend cleaning before the Sixers-Pistons game tonight, I figured that I would exercise my fiyah procrastination skills by blogging about random thoughts that are going through my mind as of late.

You ever wonder what gives any kind of person any sense of entitlement? You know, like their Number Two smells like roses and yours is just plain ol' nasty dirty, common-folk Number Two? To me, it's annoying and eventually amusing that people still have that "I'll take my ball and go home" mentality when it comes to life and everything in it. As much garbage as I've dealt with in my life, and as much as I feel overwhelmed by it, I can honestly say I'm not lording anything over people in my life like some folks like to do. Believe me, I don't need a dramatic exit as I said in the 6 quirks meme, I will just eventually bounce you out of my life. In short? Folks need to grow the hell up and realize that the world will continue to spin on its axis whether they're in someone's life or not, or as old folks say "one monkey don't stop no show."

February 8th doesn't seem like a long time in hindsight, but for me, it's an eternity. I think my early success in the hookup game this year has kinda sorta spoiled me, especially since I went almost two years on two separate occasions without *ahem* going there. Is it too much ask to have casual encounters without drama and b.s.? I guess not.

About Customer Cutie? My relentless clowning of R. Kelly finally caught up with me. Why, you ask faithful readers? The girl is 16! Needless to say I thank God I didn't try to hit on her, sheesh.

Speaking of "Customer" and R. Kelly, why is he jumping on everybody's song and allegedly calling himself "The Remix Killer?" Damn right you killing songs that everybody liked before your Austin Powers: Goldmember wannabe ass hopped on the joint! Ugh. And what's this about him copping a plea with NO jail time? Unbelievable.

The County Parks & Rec will have an adult kickball league starting up in June. Y'all know my black ass is signing up, right? You know that, right? Man, since I saw that come into my inbox at the office, I've had flashbacks of kicking home runs, dodging the ball in a run down between second and third base, throwing the ball at the base to force a runner out. This will be good exercise and may even make another friend or two, who knows?

I've had my current car for eight months now and only one major problem: front tires. When I thought my brakes were on their last legs (which they were), I was able to get new ones put on for cheap and my '92 Bonneville keeps on rollin' rollin' rollin'...however, my front tires seem to be dying and once again, procrastination's getting the better of me on that tip. Having a car used to be fun once upon a time, now oil changes, brakes, tires, GAS just makes it very tedious to maintain the doggone thing. I hope my next stop has a decent public transportation system.

After a winter of afros and beards, I've found a black barbershop five minutes from the crib and I can't tell you how good it feels to have a hair cut and a hairless face. My head hasn't been this close to bald in quite some time, but it's an easy look to maintain, along with the clear face, which shows off the decent features in my face. Couldn't see it before for the other stuff I was carrying around on my face.

Lastly, I need the winning Powerball ticket. That is all.