i won’t lie. I did flip back and forth between this and top model. I can’t help it. I tried to be a good American and be involved and engaged, but not on a Wednesday night. I did see a good portion of it though. and I did watch the last 5 min, and in my opinion I found to be extremely moving.
“In 6 days we can choose hope over fear.” -Barack Obama
The single most powerful statement I think I heard over the course of this election. That sums up exactly why I’m voting for him.I don’t want to spend the next four years in fear, and that’s not to say I know what the future under an Obama administration would look like. But I’m faithful and believe with all of my soul that Barack will make an excellent President.
5 days to CHANGE,
KD
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Did I miss something?
Ok, now I’m all for the sexy R&B slow jams. I would be more inclined to listen to them if I had someone to sexy slow jam with. Such is life.
But this is not about my loneliness. This is about a song that bothers me to my core. I don’t know if it’s me who has the dirty mind or if this song is really extra gutter bucket freaky.
View song below...
I really think that Usher might be into some kinky submissive dominatrix type shit. I think this is why he married that older woman, a nice old lady to spit in his face and call him Charlie. Real Nasty! Put him in his place. If you ask me its kinda creepy.
Michael Jackson likes little boys
Eddie Murphy enjoys trannies
And…
Now Usher likes older women to humiliate him.
Whatever happened to regular old reverse cowgirl sex.
Chalk dust and Now and Laters,
KD
But this is not about my loneliness. This is about a song that bothers me to my core. I don’t know if it’s me who has the dirty mind or if this song is really extra gutter bucket freaky.
View song below...
I really think that Usher might be into some kinky submissive dominatrix type shit. I think this is why he married that older woman, a nice old lady to spit in his face and call him Charlie. Real Nasty! Put him in his place. If you ask me its kinda creepy.
Michael Jackson likes little boys
Eddie Murphy enjoys trannies
And…
Now Usher likes older women to humiliate him.
Whatever happened to regular old reverse cowgirl sex.
Chalk dust and Now and Laters,
KD
Sunday, October 26, 2008
What a genius this man is….
Jay Smooth is my HERO!!!! I’ll admit that I found him on youtube accident but I’ve been hooked ever since. Im sharing this video for several reasons. 1 its hella dope. 2 its hella true. 3 its Jay Smoot one of the greatest video bloggers to ever do it. Watch it. Live it. Love it.
OH YEAH, and vote mother f****…
OBAMA 08…
The count down beings…
KD
OH YEAH, and vote mother f****…
OBAMA 08…
The count down beings…
KD
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Maybe it’s me who refuses to learn…
This blog is out of anger and frustration. I will not apologize for anything that I’m about to write, so this severs simply as a disclaimer that I only think this way when I’m angry(or I only express it when I’m angry).
I lie.
He lies.
She lies.
Your mom lies.
Everyone Lies…
Any one who tells you that they have never told a lie, or will never tell a lie is perfect. And perfection doesn’t exist. It’s like Santa clause or the Easter bunny, it always looks good but you know there is something seriously wrong with the thought of fat old white men and small children me, or big ass white bunnies.
People lie for reasons still unknown to me. I tell at least 10 lies of day. 8 of them I tell to myself like my job isn’t that bad, or the woman sitting next to me didn’t just dig in her coochie, or that there is a God. These lies however have purpose. They are not malicious in nature. Rather small reality benders. Just a little bit of fantasy to break up the monotony of my day. I can deal with those kinds of lies.
The lies that I refuse to understand are those that server no purpose. Lies just for the sake of hearing your own pathetic breath, lies that spawn from the depths of your boring and unfulfilled life, and I can deal with out those worthless petty lies and the mouths that they fall from. My life is much too busy and much to tiring to deal with that.
It just makes no sense and normally I would avoid presenting the specific situation that I am talking about but under these circumstances I feel it extremely necessary to vent openly.
On Monday, I got a txt message from my cousin asking me if I wanted to go attend a party at his school this weekend. At the time my weekend plans had looked as dim as they had been for the past few weekends so I accepted the invitation. Let me state this clearly I accepted the invitation because it was given to me, not because I was so pressed to party with people that the last time I met them bored me to fucking death.
I was set to go. I even considered going to buy something new to wear, just to make a good impression when I got there. Then on Wednesday, I was told that I didn’t have to work Friday because of a field trip and my mind forgot about the party and started making other plans. I had already promised a friend of mine that I would visit her in Philly the first chance I got.
The party had slipped my mind. I did try calling my cousin several times to see what the status of the party was. You know if I thought the party was going to be hot, I would have put my friend in Philly on hold until another day. I didn’t get in contact with that cousin. It was the middle of the week so I didn’t trip. I know how hard it is for me to respond to every phone call or txt message that passes my eyes. Still…
On Thursday, the cousin in question sent me a message saying that the party was cancelled. Again, I wasn’t upset. I had already made alternate plans. It was nothing. No hard feelings. No regrets… Maybe some other time…
Then today I go and do some Saturday afternoon facebooking. Nothing major. And I see a picture of my cousin at the party that was supposed to be cancelled.
I don’t understand. If the party was cancelled on Thursday what happened between then and Friday that changed and didn’t warrant you to call and inform me of it. Was the party ever really cancelled? Did you really want me to come? Where you that desperate to have something to talk about you made up this scheme in your head? What’s the reason?
Why invite someone to a party that you didn’t want them to come to in the first place? Did you think that you were doing me a favor? Why my life may not be as exciting as it use to be, but I am in no way pressed to tag along with you and some random lames that I don’t know. Cousin or not, I am not that pressed. Not now. Not ever.
I mean I can’t tell you the last school sponsored party I was excited to go to, or excited enough to invite people to come to. How about we get out and see the real world. How about we hit the bar or a club, or somewhere without parental supervision! How about we stop trying to do me favors and get our own shit together. How about we stop acting like were 5 and fighting in this invisible competition that only you seem to care about.
When was the last time I went out of my way to fucking say anything to you or about you? I don’t even have your number saved in my phone from the last bullshit you tired to pull. And yet you find a way to weasel your bitch ass back into my life and frustrate me for no reason. WHY DON’T YOU JUST DIE? That was a bit much. Why don’t you waste someone else’s time with you pointless unnecessary lies?
I’m sure you have friends at your school that will love to have you lie to them and waste their time. I’m getting to old for that bullshit.
I thought you were too.
Maybe not.
KD
I lie.
He lies.
She lies.
Your mom lies.
Everyone Lies…
Any one who tells you that they have never told a lie, or will never tell a lie is perfect. And perfection doesn’t exist. It’s like Santa clause or the Easter bunny, it always looks good but you know there is something seriously wrong with the thought of fat old white men and small children me, or big ass white bunnies.
People lie for reasons still unknown to me. I tell at least 10 lies of day. 8 of them I tell to myself like my job isn’t that bad, or the woman sitting next to me didn’t just dig in her coochie, or that there is a God. These lies however have purpose. They are not malicious in nature. Rather small reality benders. Just a little bit of fantasy to break up the monotony of my day. I can deal with those kinds of lies.
The lies that I refuse to understand are those that server no purpose. Lies just for the sake of hearing your own pathetic breath, lies that spawn from the depths of your boring and unfulfilled life, and I can deal with out those worthless petty lies and the mouths that they fall from. My life is much too busy and much to tiring to deal with that.
It just makes no sense and normally I would avoid presenting the specific situation that I am talking about but under these circumstances I feel it extremely necessary to vent openly.
On Monday, I got a txt message from my cousin asking me if I wanted to go attend a party at his school this weekend. At the time my weekend plans had looked as dim as they had been for the past few weekends so I accepted the invitation. Let me state this clearly I accepted the invitation because it was given to me, not because I was so pressed to party with people that the last time I met them bored me to fucking death.
I was set to go. I even considered going to buy something new to wear, just to make a good impression when I got there. Then on Wednesday, I was told that I didn’t have to work Friday because of a field trip and my mind forgot about the party and started making other plans. I had already promised a friend of mine that I would visit her in Philly the first chance I got.
The party had slipped my mind. I did try calling my cousin several times to see what the status of the party was. You know if I thought the party was going to be hot, I would have put my friend in Philly on hold until another day. I didn’t get in contact with that cousin. It was the middle of the week so I didn’t trip. I know how hard it is for me to respond to every phone call or txt message that passes my eyes. Still…
On Thursday, the cousin in question sent me a message saying that the party was cancelled. Again, I wasn’t upset. I had already made alternate plans. It was nothing. No hard feelings. No regrets… Maybe some other time…
Then today I go and do some Saturday afternoon facebooking. Nothing major. And I see a picture of my cousin at the party that was supposed to be cancelled.
I don’t understand. If the party was cancelled on Thursday what happened between then and Friday that changed and didn’t warrant you to call and inform me of it. Was the party ever really cancelled? Did you really want me to come? Where you that desperate to have something to talk about you made up this scheme in your head? What’s the reason?
Why invite someone to a party that you didn’t want them to come to in the first place? Did you think that you were doing me a favor? Why my life may not be as exciting as it use to be, but I am in no way pressed to tag along with you and some random lames that I don’t know. Cousin or not, I am not that pressed. Not now. Not ever.
I mean I can’t tell you the last school sponsored party I was excited to go to, or excited enough to invite people to come to. How about we get out and see the real world. How about we hit the bar or a club, or somewhere without parental supervision! How about we stop trying to do me favors and get our own shit together. How about we stop acting like were 5 and fighting in this invisible competition that only you seem to care about.
When was the last time I went out of my way to fucking say anything to you or about you? I don’t even have your number saved in my phone from the last bullshit you tired to pull. And yet you find a way to weasel your bitch ass back into my life and frustrate me for no reason. WHY DON’T YOU JUST DIE? That was a bit much. Why don’t you waste someone else’s time with you pointless unnecessary lies?
I’m sure you have friends at your school that will love to have you lie to them and waste their time. I’m getting to old for that bullshit.
I thought you were too.
Maybe not.
KD
Friday, October 24, 2008
Ramble: There’s Plenty
I know I’ve said this no less than a million times, but I wish there was more time for writing. There has been several books, near nervous breakdowns, snoring, new clothes, paychecks, happy hour drinks, and miserable trips on public transportation, and my little hater telling me not to work out (jay smooth reference). There has been plenty and still not enough laughter, fresh air, irresponsibility, not enough being 22.
I’m just taking on a lot right now. The idea of transferring schools my senior year, abandoning a career and struggling to start a new one. Right now there is no room for the good stuff. The great stuff. The stuff you want snapped into a facebook photo album or the stuff you blog about. Its missing and I’m sorry if this is repetitive or boring but this is my reality.
What I wouldn’t give to be annoyed by Ms. Piggy right now than the man with the never ending tear and his cheese nibbling rat faced wife and there terribly unattractive children. What am I to do? …besides look for a new job, which I’m doing and pray that Obama gets elected, and eat coffee cakes and drink pineapple juice (my new addiction). And the other kids…who should no so much more and are so complacent and so un-motivated. I try to teach them what I know. I can only do so much with limited resources but why break my back when they don’t even put in a quarter of the effort. I know I should. I can only imagine the type of frustrating asshole I was at 15. Or 16. Or 17. Hell even at 22.
I miss the non fall that was North Carolina. Drinking until you slobber and spending the next day in the library doing research and re-capping. I miss the name call, the run, the jump, and the embrace of a friend that has only not seen you in 8 hours.
I miss the potential loving I could be on the receiving end of right now. L
WHY…O’ WHY????
I need a drink and a drinking partner. I tried to audition my mom for the position. She’s no fun. A for effort but an F for actual drinking ability, and going to happy hour alone is sad. But the bartender is F’in cool. Her body art is like a maze that grey goose makes me chase. I sit and watch her arms and pretend to watch some pointless sports show. Because its creepy to have some slightly tipsy guy with a bus pass look you up and down. Then again, it’s not my fault her tattoos rock.
And I love dress socks, except when they make you fall on the kitchen floor at 5:15 in the morning.
I hate teaching. I don’t like it. God Bless those who do. I’m glad I got out when I did. Well, I’m not completely out yet. But damn it I’m close.
I do like ties.
And hot tea.
And Jazmine Sullivan.
Anyone wanna be my friend?
Maybe once or twice a week to have a drink and listen to me make fun of my students.
I promise I’m awesome and full of jokes.
We’ll have fun.
Maybe not…
Still Here,
KD
I’m just taking on a lot right now. The idea of transferring schools my senior year, abandoning a career and struggling to start a new one. Right now there is no room for the good stuff. The great stuff. The stuff you want snapped into a facebook photo album or the stuff you blog about. Its missing and I’m sorry if this is repetitive or boring but this is my reality.
What I wouldn’t give to be annoyed by Ms. Piggy right now than the man with the never ending tear and his cheese nibbling rat faced wife and there terribly unattractive children. What am I to do? …besides look for a new job, which I’m doing and pray that Obama gets elected, and eat coffee cakes and drink pineapple juice (my new addiction). And the other kids…who should no so much more and are so complacent and so un-motivated. I try to teach them what I know. I can only do so much with limited resources but why break my back when they don’t even put in a quarter of the effort. I know I should. I can only imagine the type of frustrating asshole I was at 15. Or 16. Or 17. Hell even at 22.
I miss the non fall that was North Carolina. Drinking until you slobber and spending the next day in the library doing research and re-capping. I miss the name call, the run, the jump, and the embrace of a friend that has only not seen you in 8 hours.
I miss the potential loving I could be on the receiving end of right now. L
WHY…O’ WHY????
I need a drink and a drinking partner. I tried to audition my mom for the position. She’s no fun. A for effort but an F for actual drinking ability, and going to happy hour alone is sad. But the bartender is F’in cool. Her body art is like a maze that grey goose makes me chase. I sit and watch her arms and pretend to watch some pointless sports show. Because its creepy to have some slightly tipsy guy with a bus pass look you up and down. Then again, it’s not my fault her tattoos rock.
And I love dress socks, except when they make you fall on the kitchen floor at 5:15 in the morning.
I hate teaching. I don’t like it. God Bless those who do. I’m glad I got out when I did. Well, I’m not completely out yet. But damn it I’m close.
I do like ties.
And hot tea.
And Jazmine Sullivan.
Anyone wanna be my friend?
Maybe once or twice a week to have a drink and listen to me make fun of my students.
I promise I’m awesome and full of jokes.
We’ll have fun.
Maybe not…
Still Here,
KD
Is it just me...
or Does Beyonce look slightly possessed??? I’m just sayin,no ones that happy…
Maybe its all that married dick…or maybe she’s just crazy. Either way she’s sexy
Maybe its all that married dick…or maybe she’s just crazy. Either way she’s sexy
Monday, October 13, 2008
Because I really don’t have time to write…
There has been more learning happening than teaching. I’ve been trying to soak it all in but…not so much. There’s new music and some not so new that I am dying to talk about. There are steady pay checks and new clothes and no love life but real happy hour and my new favoirte waitress with the low top converse and shes tatted up. There has been exercise and the promise of more. I havent had apple sauce…I dont know why that matters. So all in all life is semi ok. Its still Ocotber and I need to make moves heavy, but….yeah. This video fucking rocks…
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Ramble: Ocotber Go Away…
Someone please help me find myself beneath all these red marks, and piles of papers and touchy feely asshole kids who refuse to realize their potential and the staff meeting where the only productive things that gets accomplished is talking about impoverished kids home life and long ass commutes and copies, and chalk and penny loafers, and cold fucking weather and the excitement of almost going back to school and the Ashton Kutcher moment after it and the feeling of self destruction and late assignments and oatmeal and toast and apple and orange juice. Someone tell me who am I again? I don’t even have a winter jacket, not it matters. It does matter. I wish I was back in school and all nighters and 8 o’clock classes and snoozed alarm clocks and vodka mixed with anything equaling the best drink ever and sweat pants and flip flops and socks. I want to be there. Shower shoes and horrible cafeteria food and guess who crept out of so and so’s dorm last night. Who am I? What have I become? I remember the days when being trapped in the library and bound by hours of school work were welcomed. At least my soul was free. Here and now. All that I am is tied to something I can’t believe in. I know somewhere between here and going back to school is a gray hair or a worry line. I need to start checking out my options or making new ones. Complacent no more, not ever, I will not die here for my tombstone to read…” He had so much potential.” I refuse! I refuse! I’m losing more of myself everyday. I feel like the guy you call when you want to reminisce about the past because his future’s is so dim. DAMN IT I SHINE or I USED TO BACK WHEN MY LIFE MADE SOME SORT OF SENSE. And I knew who I was. I just want to be reminded, just one. Do you know? Who I am? Who was I? Will I ever be again?
Ramble ramble, blah, blah, blah
KD
Ramble ramble, blah, blah, blah
KD
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