To be quite honest

Honestly, I don't know about honesty. People ask for it, but don't give it. Claim realness,but don't live it. Start to tell you then say "forget it." I mean, what the is it? Is it really that complex? Maybe it's just me. I'm a pretty angry person. I can admit that. Perhaps I'm so painfully honest because it's my way of getting back at the world. Doubt it, but maybe. I know people can't possible be concerned about feelings. Sure, some cases call for a little sugar-coating. You know, those instances where she asks you if she looks bad in her new dress. Maybe "hell fuckin' yeah you do!" is not the most appropriate of answers if you're hoping for some late night action (although I think that'd be HILARIOUS to say). I suppose that's why I'm thought to be a jerk. I'm a pretty nice guy,actually. I just don't care enough to lie. Just another random thought. I'm tired now. Peace out!

What's In A Name?

What's in a name?
It's the difference between fortune and fame
between pride and shame.
What's in a name?
Ask the man at the airport who's always detained
or the newly wed girl who's last has been changed.
Still wonder what's in a name?
Well ask yourself which you'd rather run into,
OG Murda Money or Timothy and Lou?
It's a strange thing,
this name thing.
Never thought a name could actually change things
or lead to such strange things.
Never knew the power of what a name could do
or how it determines how people judge you
so tell me...what's your name say about you?

Bling N' Things

Often, I find myself fighting the inner "me". You know, the little voice inside of us that makes perfect sense, but still manages to get disregarded for the far less sensible option. A new day brings a new conflict and today's conflict is "What To Do With Your Refund Check?" Oh yes. It's definitely that time of the year. I never understood how I find myself always looking forward to tax season, despite the fact that I very well may end up owing money or receiving the proverbial, non-lubed shaft from the IRS. What's the proverbial shaft? Here's a short story for you: Last year, I get my taxes done at Jackson Hewitt(won't be doing that again). Blah blah blah my taxes are done. So I says to the tax guy as eager as I can be, "so how much am I getting back?" His reply? "Ehhh..." Uh oh. That can't be good. He then proceeds to tell me that I'm getting back around $20 or so. Why? Because my tax refund was so small (about $300 or so) that the majority of it went towards paying Jackson Hewitt for doing my taxes! Now, let's take a pause from this story so you can truly grasp how I felt at that moment. Remember how happy Ralphy was when he received his Red Ryder BB gun? Ok. Now, picture me going from that look to when McCaulay Culkin put the aftershave on his face and made that famous expression. Yeah...it was something like that. I was furious to say the least! This year is different though. I'm getting back *drum roll* much more than I've ever received! I can't help but be a little nervous about though. So here's the issue (finally!): I am so very tempted to do the niggerish thing and buy jewelry with my refund, as opposed to doing what I should be doing and saving it. What can I say? I have a fondness for shiny, gold things. Of course, my friends who spend their money freely on clothing and the like don't make it any easier on me, since I hang out with the Joneses. I don't know what to do! Every time I entertain the thought of buying some shines, I hear Chris Rock yellin "they spinnin, nigga! They spinnin!" in my head and I'm reminded of how ig'nant that would be of me to blow my money on foolishness that I truly don't need. For now, I can resist temptation. Let's hope that will power is still here when the money comes.

P.S.
For those living under a rock that didn't catch what I was referring to with Chris Rock:

Just a touch...a feel... a lil bit; and it's on!

Let me start off by saying this: I don't know how I feel about this video. Initially, I found myself thinking "this kid must be a real ghey ass or a real loser to turn such an offer down." Towards the end of the video...well...I felt the same way *shrug*. I'm sorry, but I can't help but think back to my days of adolescence where my hormones were a ragin'(been like that for quite some time,now that I think about it) and I was too shy to pursue the cat. I wish a chick would "pressure" me into touching a titty! Ever heard the phrase "give 'em an inch and they take a mile"? Yeah. That would have been me. You say touch a titty and I would have one hand in your bra and the other making its way into your panties. Alas, I was never given such an opportunity back then, but this young man has! I implore you, oh child of little heterosexuality , untuck your penis and strike! I promise they don't feel like a bag of sand!(Ha! How do you like that 40 Year Old Virgin reference?)Seriously, though, the only "cop" I like ends in "a-feel" *rimshot* and damnit he better take advantage while he can! Now, of course, I can't just completely ignore the serious side to this video. I will, however, ignore the question of "where are the parents?" I mean, they're clearly in a school and I don't know of many students whose parents accompany them to school during gym time. Embarrassing much? Perhaps the real question here is, what's wrong with that little Jezebel why she's so pressed for a hand on her boob, on camera at that?! Sounds like the makings of a future porn star; she'll bring the camera man! On an even more serious note, is the possibility of the boy being accused of sexual harassment( a likely possibility when you mix innocent kid, frightened girl, and angry teacher). If the wrong person were to see such events going on between students, I don't think it would work out too well for anyone. That being said, is it worth all the risk just for the kid to get a chance to touch some boob? HELL YEAH!