I’ve never really cared to be jovial during the holiday seasons, I don’t celebrate so I obviously don’t get the hype of being happy and skipping around all day every day because of this fictitious thing called “Christmas spirit”. I mean honestly people should find a reason to be jovial all year round not just because they’re giving and receiving shit from people.
Sometimes while wishing I’d win the lottery I think of the scene in Half Baked (if you’ve never seen it…smh you shouldn’t be reading my blog if you’ve never seen it that’s all I’m going to say about that) where Scarface quits his job at a fast food restaurant and how fucking dope that would be to do in real life.
My youngest child talks like a robot when he speaks, which is weird because most kids pick up their speech patterns from the people that are around most. No one in our home talks like a robot but him, I think that makes him a fucking genius. Come on, that’s fly! everyone in your house is all regular and you’ve taken on this dope ass robot personality, only a genius could pull that off.
I haven’t spoken to my mother in almost a month, maybe it’s been a month and it feels good.
The chick I used to be friends with that I work with that I’m not friends with anymore, less and less as the days go by I feel like I don’t want to drop kick her or punch her in her throat. I guess that’s a good thing, I’m just amazed and kind of jealous at how fucking seamlessly fake she is with everyone at work. Like I know for a fact this chick dislikes most of the people she pretends to like at work, including me (now anyway) but you’d never be able to tell just by watching her. The shit is pretty magical and fucking Oscar worthy, fuck trying to move up in the company she should get an acting job, because she’s the best fucking actress I’ve seen in my life.
I finally finished this Anne Rice Prince Lestat book, and I’m kind of disappointed with the ending. Now I’m reading another called The New Jim Crow, it’s a pretty interesting read, the author is comparing the prison system in America to the Jim Crow era of segregation. It’s definitely making me think differently on how I view(ed) convicted felons.
I need a vacation, like a stop being a punk ass and finally get on a plane and go somewhere tropical and tan type vacation.
I thought I had found the perfect pillow, until it stopped being perfect. Now I have a stiff neck constantly whenever I sleep on it, which causes me to have headaches. I’ve been sleeping on the throw pillow from my couch because it’s down and evidently my neck and head want down now instead of memory foam.
I’m contemplating writing a book, a fictional take on my life… it’s just a thought. I rarely follow through with any of the ideas that pop into my head except for this blog.
What’s up with you guys?