Wednesday, November 01, 2006

It gets increasingly difficult for me to get and get motivated for this job, and that attitude has to end, and it has to end now. There are plenty of unemployed folks, who are concerned about money and where their next meal is going to come from, so what do I look like complaining? Well I'll tell you what I look like..but before I do. I don't like when people try to minimize your problems, by giving you a list of woes of someone who is less fortunate than you. While I sympathize with people who have less than I do, that doesn't mean I'm not entitled to bitch, moan and complain with reckless abandon. Everyone's problems are relative. Homeless people are hungry, rich folks are worried about keeping their money, fat people want to lose weight, skinny women try to outdo Kate Moss, and I want a more fulfilling job. Everyone's problems are important to them. The bigger issue here is that I'm working on a solution, and I'm being proactive, but I can resist a little complaining here and there.

It's amazing how oblivious to Halloween one can be when you don't have kids living with you, and you're not high school age. In years past, I'd give out raisins to kids, just so the word would get out, that my apt was NOT the place to go. I didn't want to just give out nothing, because then my house would be egged mercilessly. This year, I shut it down completely. I heard a few kiddies outside my house, and I just looked out my peephole, and then sat back down. Plus they looked a bit too old to be trick or treating. As my brother said yesterday, if you REALLY think about what Halloween it is a bit disturbing, but if you deny your kids the joy that is Halloween, you have to be prepared to explain. And if you deny your children the right to be children, they will grow up and build a Neverland Ranch, lighten their face, and then touch little boys, while becoming big pop stars..or something like that.

The NBA season started last night, and I am in heaven. As I have alluded to in past blogs, this time of year is utopia for sports fans. Both college and professional football are in full swing, the NBA has started, and in a few weeks the college basketball season will start as well. I watched Shaq and his Miami Heat team get spanked last night, and then I watched a Kobe-less Laker team beat the Phoenix Suns. To be honest, both games were boring as hell, and incredibly sloppy, but that's to be expected considering its early in the season. But I must warn you..I will not hesitate to mention the NBA in this here blog from here on out.

I could never be a monk. I go through days and sometimes weeks when I don't really think about sex, because of everything else on my mind. And then I go through these periods, like the one I"m currently in, where I go crazy, and I need(or at least I think I do) some primal sex for a good 30-45 minutes. Relief is in sight though...

And now, I present to you, the song was in my head this morning:

2 comments:

soft&subtle said...

"And if you deny your children the right to be children, they will grow up and build a Neverland Ranch, lighten their face, and then touch little boys, while becoming big pop stars..or something like that." That was hilarious Rashad....just priceless.

"I"m currently in, where I go crazy, and I need(or at least I think I do) some primal sex for a good 30-45 minutes. Relief is in sight though..." and yet you were doing so well......

Jo said...

What was the song? . . . you left us hanging . . .and you were way wrong for the Neverland allusion.