- So it's me? Isn't it always? So I'm told...
- Didn't you know it before...? Was I hiding something? Didn't think I could...
- Difficult, yes. Unapologetic, yes. ~Damnit!, yes. Phony or fickle, no...
- Can be understood with time, yes. Accepted for who I am, rarely...
- Can withdraw in a heartbeat, absolutely!
- Require much from anyone, no. Offer much to everyone, yes!
- Tired, yes.
- Loyal, undoubtedly!
- ICE COLD, yes.
- Will anyone ever be able to melt that which lies w/in me? I can't call it...
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- If I allowed one to fill in those empty bullets, what would be said? Would it affect the way I feel?
- Explainations don't matter...
- Facts don't matter...
- For every beginning, there is an end...
- Who am I? O wait, I know...
~Damnit!
He doesn't blog, but he know's who he is...
Well seeing as I haven't written anything on my spot for some time, I guess I'll scribe a few words. Not much has happened tho so I felt no need to update but, here goes...- It seems that I still got 'it'. What is 'it' you ask? Well take for instance Monday morning. I'm riding the iron horse beneath the streets of Manhattan whose services are provided by the Metropolitan Transit Authority listening to the sweet melodies of Chrisette Michelle flowing from Damita Joe. As the duece (#2 train) screeches to a halt, I swiveled sideways to allow my fellow commuters unfettered access to the exit when I feel a light but intentional tickle on the left side of my back. I turn to find this exquisite specimen of the female persuasion staring and smiling at me with her hand outstretched towards me. I look and she's holding a piece of paper. Curious, I took the paper from her and examined it to find her name and number written on it. I returned my eyes to her awaiting face all a glow with a smile and I returned the appropriate warm greeting. *STAND clear of the closing doors, please* The doors shut and my chariot rode off. I looked at the number and written on the back was "Call between 6 - 11 pm anytime. I smiled, placed the number in my pocket. Ironically, the chorus of the song I had just finished listening to said "It's like a Dreeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaamm to meeeee..." CLEARLY, I still can pull the females. LoL.- My 'brick' (as Mr. Jones calls my cell phone) has gone far beyond being the heavy load that I was forced to tote around with me; the cost of keeping in touch. No, THIS BITCH for the past month decided that ~Damint! no longer requires the use of the 'i' button on the phone. At first it seemed the 'i' was on vacation and '5' was now playing the roll of 'i' whenever I summoned. I dealt with it for as long as I could but it was time to handle this situation. After lunch, me and my fag hag walked to the Sprint store to have the ho serviced. Upon returning I was told it could not be fixed and a new phone had been ordered. Unfortunately, the newest version of my phone. No sir, THIS will not do. I returned to the office and commenced to phone Sprint, hustled past Mrs. PCS to a live representative where I laid out what I expected my celular provider of 10 years to accomplish for me. Two and a half hours, 6 supervisors and 1 insurance representative later, my BlackBerry Curve was set to be overnighted to me for several hundred dollars less than Sprint blindly robs their 'other' customers for. It arrived Friday and I LOVE HER! She needs a name tho...haven't decided. Something that gives off the appropriate level of 'SHADE' when I speak of her in public lol. Oh, and to top it off, the replacement phone that was ordered by the sprint store will be ready for pick up on Tuesday. eBay anyone..?! LMAO!- Thursday I went to court and got my speeding ticket reduced from '86 in a 65' and '$400 (4 pts) to a '70 in a 65' and a $106 ticket, no points. And people say that my mouth is just trouble. Law School here I come!!! Well that's it folks. Now you know, and know is half the battle!~Damnit!
