I'm Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack!
Just in case you missed me, that's where I been. I'll be back in a few hours with a post and some pics!
Stay Up and Stay Tuned!
Sunday, April 15, 2012
Saturday, March 31, 2012
Quarter to 8 (Super Random)
Good Morning Bull Penners!
Oaky, so it's 7:45am on a Saturday morning... Yes, Right now! I know, I'm asking myself what I'm doin up too. So I'll tell you. Here goes: Yesterday when I got home from work all I wanted was to enjoy a lil smoke and float away to where ever my body would take me. Kids, don't do drugs! (I feel I have to put that disclaimer up even tho I don't really feel that weed is a drug lol, but anyhoo) So prior to purchasing my medicine, I went to the store to buy munchies, cause there's no way I was gonna walk to the store after I smoked, shit would have felt like it took an hour. So I went, got some salt & vinegar potato chips, some cap'n crunch cereal and a honey roasted turkey sandwich with bacon on a hero. Yea it was that serious.
Came back, went to the back yard and lit my spliff. Lemme tell ya somethin... The highest I ever been was back on July 12th, 2009. I remember it like it was yesterday, it was the night of our company party at Dave and Busters on Time Square back when I was workin at 'TopMan.' Me and a few of my co-workers (I'm leavin out names cause I don't want to indict nobody) decided to pregame HARD! We each got a personal bottle of our liquor of choice and ciphed about 4 blunts which all had a different type of weed in em. For those of you who may be a lil lost on what that means, a cipher is simply a circle of people passing the blunt around takin hits and passin it on. The word comes from Hip-Hop but I won't get into that, I aint google. Movin on, when I tell you I was smacked, I mean 4 fingers, a thumb, and a hot palm straight to the side of my face b! The earth was spinnin diagonally.
Since I haven't been as high..... Til Last night!
I bought a dime and faced it. Again for those who are stuck, a dime is $10 worth of weed and faced it means I smoked it by myself. After that I took about 3 hits from another blunt that was being ciphed. Son! SON!
Listen to me, the room was spinnin and I don't even know how to describe my vision, you ever see a movie where the camera looks like it was shooting in front of a bunch of fun house mirrors to depict the person going crazy, like drunk or high or delusional or something? That's how everything looked. To the point that I almost even became paranoid. I remember everything clearly. I watched Mike Epps and Donnell Rawlins standup and I thought I was gonna die from the lack of breathing from laughin so hard. Lol. The munchies tasted like fine italian cuisine that's how amazing they tasted. Lol. Afterwards we popped open a bottle of wine that I got at work, it was very sour, but who cares I just think it was very boss of me to smoke a blunt and sip on some fine wine, don't you? Nigga I still even remember my dreams from last night, I think I still may be a liiiiiil high actually. Lol. Good effin times man!
Oaky, so it's 7:45am on a Saturday morning... Yes, Right now! I know, I'm asking myself what I'm doin up too. So I'll tell you. Here goes: Yesterday when I got home from work all I wanted was to enjoy a lil smoke and float away to where ever my body would take me. Kids, don't do drugs! (I feel I have to put that disclaimer up even tho I don't really feel that weed is a drug lol, but anyhoo) So prior to purchasing my medicine, I went to the store to buy munchies, cause there's no way I was gonna walk to the store after I smoked, shit would have felt like it took an hour. So I went, got some salt & vinegar potato chips, some cap'n crunch cereal and a honey roasted turkey sandwich with bacon on a hero. Yea it was that serious.
Came back, went to the back yard and lit my spliff. Lemme tell ya somethin... The highest I ever been was back on July 12th, 2009. I remember it like it was yesterday, it was the night of our company party at Dave and Busters on Time Square back when I was workin at 'TopMan.' Me and a few of my co-workers (I'm leavin out names cause I don't want to indict nobody) decided to pregame HARD! We each got a personal bottle of our liquor of choice and ciphed about 4 blunts which all had a different type of weed in em. For those of you who may be a lil lost on what that means, a cipher is simply a circle of people passing the blunt around takin hits and passin it on. The word comes from Hip-Hop but I won't get into that, I aint google. Movin on, when I tell you I was smacked, I mean 4 fingers, a thumb, and a hot palm straight to the side of my face b! The earth was spinnin diagonally.
^That's the night this was taken.^
Don't know who's Georgi that was, but you see
me reachin for the ash tray.
Photo: Courtesy of the homie JKissi!
Since I haven't been as high..... Til Last night!
I bought a dime and faced it. Again for those who are stuck, a dime is $10 worth of weed and faced it means I smoked it by myself. After that I took about 3 hits from another blunt that was being ciphed. Son! SON!
Listen to me, the room was spinnin and I don't even know how to describe my vision, you ever see a movie where the camera looks like it was shooting in front of a bunch of fun house mirrors to depict the person going crazy, like drunk or high or delusional or something? That's how everything looked. To the point that I almost even became paranoid. I remember everything clearly. I watched Mike Epps and Donnell Rawlins standup and I thought I was gonna die from the lack of breathing from laughin so hard. Lol. The munchies tasted like fine italian cuisine that's how amazing they tasted. Lol. Afterwards we popped open a bottle of wine that I got at work, it was very sour, but who cares I just think it was very boss of me to smoke a blunt and sip on some fine wine, don't you? Nigga I still even remember my dreams from last night, I think I still may be a liiiiiil high actually. Lol. Good effin times man!
^Just like that I found a reason^
to love my back yard! Lol
Anyway, movin on to the rest of the randomosity that is going on in my head. I'm sittin here patiently waitin for my vacation man! I'm going to Honduras for 10 days. Ooooooowwwweeeee! I cannot wait. 10 days of beach goin, drinkin, partyin and actin a fool without a care in the world. Shit is gonna be epic. I haven't been out there since 06, so you know I'm hype! My bag is already packed, My carry on will be packed by tonight and from there the only thing left to do is wait til the 4th! AAAOOOWWW! Lol.
I just got my passport the other day and I'm very proud of the picture that I used for it. Lol, you know I'm a clown right? I thought to myself: "How effin cool would it be to take the picture for my passport with a bowtie on? Lol I put on a black shirt, black bowtie and got the picture taken. Oh you don't believe me? Peep:
^LMFAO^
Lookin like my name is
Eno Muhammad Allah Understanding
My big homie CFK says I look like a Terrorist, and told me not to wear big rubber shoes when I go to the airport. Lololol. I guess that's his way of wishing me luck. Lol
But I don't need any extra luck, you know I always carry my Lucky rabbits foot with me!
Of course I carry a lucky rabbits foot. Lol, nah lemme explain. I'm like the least superstitious person you will ever meet. I don't fear black cats, I'd walk under a ladder if I had to and Friday the 13th is just a cool sounding calandar date to me.
But I will admit I do kinda sorta believe in good and bad luck. A liiiiiiil bit. Lol. When I turned 17 my aunt gave me a "Lucky Dollar" and it's still in my wallet til this day. You wouldn't believe how many times I've been down to my very last nickle and thought to myself, "Fuck it, imma use that buck, but I just can't do it. That dollar is probably one of the reasons why I haven't starved to death! Lol
The other day tho I found another form of luck (for me at least.)
Look what I found on the floor of the 19 bus stop:
^My Lucky Bordeaux Rabbit's Foot^
Lol, are you confused yet? Well pull up a seat, here's where Eno takes pride in teaching his audience something new.
Back in 1992, the greatest basketball player of ALL time, Mr. Michael Jeffrey Air Jordan released the 7th installment in the Jordan sneaker line. The 7's (seen in the picture above in baby size) were worn by Buggs Bunny in the ads for the sneaker which earned them the name "Hare 7's." The hares were this very same style, except in a different color. The Hares were white and red with a greyish color mixed in. So when I found this baby shoe that day I thought to myself, "Oh snap, it's a pair of baby 7's. It aint the hares but it's the same sneaker. And there's only one so it's like I found a rabbits foot" You get it now? Lol Nevermind me man, I'm just pourin out the shit in my head.
I got a new Tattoo..... Wanna see it? NO! Lol.
Nah, I really can't show it tho. It's like my first "Personal" tattoo so to speak. They're all personal, but this one is probably the most personal.
But I can at least explain how I mean it.
You've heard the expression "Wears his emotion on his sleeve" right? Basically a person who is very upfront with how they are feelin. They damn near wear it like a mask on their face. Well that's me. There are no grey areas with me and expressin how I feel. You'll know when I'm happy or pissed off, upset, whatever. However, Buddy told me I have to learn to control that. So I'm proud to say that more recently only the people who actually know me know when I'm feelin what I'm feelin. I'm learning not to let everyone in, especially those who I don't know and trust too well. Emotions are a very funny thing and lettin other people know them can lead to them controlling them. And that can be dangerous. So now I almost know how to cover up everything with a smile. My mask is deceiving, not always but you know. But if you know me that well then there's no need for a mask. If I trust you then I can show you my emotions comfortably.
So, I got a tattoo hidden in my sleeve that represents me "Wearing my heart on my sleeve" but you can only see it sittin there if you know me well enough. See what I did there? Lol.
^Maybe this is it right here!^
Lmfao!
Well I guess that's the end of this post... I'm gonna go see if there's still any Cap'n Crunch left! Ha!
Stay Up and Stay Tuned!
Sunday, March 25, 2012
Torn Apart (Thinkin to Myself)
What's goin on ya'll?
First and foremost, I know, I know.... I been MIA. I'm sorry, I haven't been finding the time to post these days. In fact I just deleted about 5 pending posts that I started but never revisited. So that should show you that I been tryin lol. Anyway, no excuses, I'll try to get back on it again.
But anyway, I just woke up from a 2-3 hour nap on the couch and as I got up and walked from one sleepin place to an another (my bed) I began to think to myself "Damn bruh, Saturday night, and you home?" Lol, yeah I am, and honestly I don't see anythin wrong with that, however I then thought to myself "It's time to find that significant other." Yeah, that's what this is about. I think I might have written about this before, but whatever, imma discuss it again.
I put on a real good front, but at the end of the day, when I'm going to sleep and I'm alone with my thoughts, I start to think that I'm gettin older and I need someone to laugh with, someone to roll with and someone to say good night to other than my boys and my family. It's funny cause people always tell you to enjoy being single and I KNOW that relationships are nothin but headaches and bullshit, but hey, I'm human, I want those headaches and that bullshit. I feel like Will Smith in "Hancock." Ya ever seen that movie? He was a super hero who never aged, but the closer he got to the love of his life, his other half, the more human he became losing his powers and all that. Being single is the equivalent to being the hero here, and bein honest, I don't mind losing my powers.
So I think about it, and for the first time ever I'm admitting that I must doing somethin wrong here. So I started to think back. The last 2 girls I was talkin to and gettin to know didn't work out. Wanna here how those two fell apart? Yeah sure I'll tell you.
The first one: We'd known each other for a while through some mutual friends and business partners, but we never really spoke til she started paying more attention to my tweets (or at least that's how I remember it.) So, me being who I am, I thought to myself "See what's up, maybe she likes you" and decided to give her my math. She was a lil hesitant to hit me up for whatever reason but she finally did and before you knew it we couldn't stop talkin on the phone. We hung out a few times and even started to express the fact that we were feelin each other and that it was quite possible that something more serious could come of this. But then she found out that I was a Mason. Nothin mattered after that. She couldn't shake the fact that I was down with the brothers and I feel that ultimately that led to her separating herself and leaving me to roam alone again. After it was all said and done I really didn't care, I figured "if she can't accept who and what I am then she's not the one for me anyway."
Then the second one: Again, we'd known each other for a while now, this time via the internet (Facebook and Twitter) we had been speakin a while back but it never really got passed any point other then phone conversations and texts. I had expressed to her that I liked her early in the game, cause I know how that friend zone works and I refuse to end up there anymore. So for whatever reason that died down. If I remember correctly, she went on vacation and we didn't speak much after she had returned. But like most things often change, so did our silence with each other. Not too long ago, I would say maybe 2 or 3 months, we had got back on the communication horse. We realized that we worked not too far from each other and set up an after work meet up. Finally after almost a year of knowing her simply through technology I met the person in the flesh. I remember thinkin to myself "Damn son, her pictures do her lil justice, she's beautiful in person" and we seemed to hit it off a lil bit. We took the train home a few times, I even walked her home the times that we did. I wouldn't say that things were getting serious or anything, but she knew I liked her and she admitted enjoyin speakin to me. So things were good til one day I realized a few days had passed without hearing from her. When I started hittin her up again I would get one word responses and very far and spaced out in between. So I thought to myself "I really don't wanna mess this one up, lemme hit her up and see what's wrong" and I asked her straight up if she'd lost interest in me cause that's the vibe I had gotten. She told me that she did, but that she was like that, she is the type to simply get bored with people and lose interest at the drop of a dime which I knew. But damn, I thought I had been keepin her attention well enough. Guess not huh? So I told her that I respected her honesty and moved on. Haven't spoken to her since.
So now here I am, alone, tired of bein alone and wondering where I went wrong. I came to only one conclusion.... See with both the girls I mentioned I can honestly say I did nothing wrong to lose em. I played my position and I feel I always play my position well. I didn't do too much nor did I do too little. I feel I was the well balanced guy that showed he is bf material. But I did see a similar behavior in myself with both situations that may be wrong on my behalf. My pride. Yeah.... that's a bitch right there, and I have pride for days! My whole "Oh it aint work out, fuck it" attitude. The whole "I ain't chasin nobody" thought process. I take a lot of pride in gettin the picture cause I know a lot of niggas aint like that. Some guys can be told straight up by a girl "please don't talk to me" and keep goin like shorty never even opened her mouth. And I be lookin like: "Damn nigga, where's your self respect? Keep it movin, she aint interested" but then weeks and or months later those are the same niggas you see with that same girl who shut 'em down.
So back to my first thought of maybe me being the one doin something wrong. Could that be it, could it be that I aint consistent with mine? Maybe I SHOULD be tryin to chase one (in this case in particular it would be the second one mentioned in the story, cause I actually miss her.) Maybe I should keep talkin after bein told "Don't talk to me." I play my position very well but I'm quick to bench myself after I miss a shot, and let's be honest, nobody gets to the championship that way.
So what do I do? Do I say "Fuck it, I'll get off the bench and back in the game someday" or do I say, "Nah, fuck that, I missed that shot but I aint out this game just yet!" I know my answer, but I keep thinkin every time I pick up the phone to text or call shorty I'm being annoyin, and that's never been my style. Am I supposed to feel that way? Maybe I can just try to make her laugh again and I'll be back in. Lol. I don't know man. But I do know one thing; a Saturday night alone is fine, but havin someone to share it with would be a million times better in my opinion. That's just me tho. Never been the Lone Wolf type, I always been more of a Lion. And the Lion might be King, but he wants his Queen there with em right?
Stay Up and Stay Tuned.
First and foremost, I know, I know.... I been MIA. I'm sorry, I haven't been finding the time to post these days. In fact I just deleted about 5 pending posts that I started but never revisited. So that should show you that I been tryin lol. Anyway, no excuses, I'll try to get back on it again.
But anyway, I just woke up from a 2-3 hour nap on the couch and as I got up and walked from one sleepin place to an another (my bed) I began to think to myself "Damn bruh, Saturday night, and you home?" Lol, yeah I am, and honestly I don't see anythin wrong with that, however I then thought to myself "It's time to find that significant other." Yeah, that's what this is about. I think I might have written about this before, but whatever, imma discuss it again.
I put on a real good front, but at the end of the day, when I'm going to sleep and I'm alone with my thoughts, I start to think that I'm gettin older and I need someone to laugh with, someone to roll with and someone to say good night to other than my boys and my family. It's funny cause people always tell you to enjoy being single and I KNOW that relationships are nothin but headaches and bullshit, but hey, I'm human, I want those headaches and that bullshit. I feel like Will Smith in "Hancock." Ya ever seen that movie? He was a super hero who never aged, but the closer he got to the love of his life, his other half, the more human he became losing his powers and all that. Being single is the equivalent to being the hero here, and bein honest, I don't mind losing my powers.
So I think about it, and for the first time ever I'm admitting that I must doing somethin wrong here. So I started to think back. The last 2 girls I was talkin to and gettin to know didn't work out. Wanna here how those two fell apart? Yeah sure I'll tell you.
The first one: We'd known each other for a while through some mutual friends and business partners, but we never really spoke til she started paying more attention to my tweets (or at least that's how I remember it.) So, me being who I am, I thought to myself "See what's up, maybe she likes you" and decided to give her my math. She was a lil hesitant to hit me up for whatever reason but she finally did and before you knew it we couldn't stop talkin on the phone. We hung out a few times and even started to express the fact that we were feelin each other and that it was quite possible that something more serious could come of this. But then she found out that I was a Mason. Nothin mattered after that. She couldn't shake the fact that I was down with the brothers and I feel that ultimately that led to her separating herself and leaving me to roam alone again. After it was all said and done I really didn't care, I figured "if she can't accept who and what I am then she's not the one for me anyway."
Then the second one: Again, we'd known each other for a while now, this time via the internet (Facebook and Twitter) we had been speakin a while back but it never really got passed any point other then phone conversations and texts. I had expressed to her that I liked her early in the game, cause I know how that friend zone works and I refuse to end up there anymore. So for whatever reason that died down. If I remember correctly, she went on vacation and we didn't speak much after she had returned. But like most things often change, so did our silence with each other. Not too long ago, I would say maybe 2 or 3 months, we had got back on the communication horse. We realized that we worked not too far from each other and set up an after work meet up. Finally after almost a year of knowing her simply through technology I met the person in the flesh. I remember thinkin to myself "Damn son, her pictures do her lil justice, she's beautiful in person" and we seemed to hit it off a lil bit. We took the train home a few times, I even walked her home the times that we did. I wouldn't say that things were getting serious or anything, but she knew I liked her and she admitted enjoyin speakin to me. So things were good til one day I realized a few days had passed without hearing from her. When I started hittin her up again I would get one word responses and very far and spaced out in between. So I thought to myself "I really don't wanna mess this one up, lemme hit her up and see what's wrong" and I asked her straight up if she'd lost interest in me cause that's the vibe I had gotten. She told me that she did, but that she was like that, she is the type to simply get bored with people and lose interest at the drop of a dime which I knew. But damn, I thought I had been keepin her attention well enough. Guess not huh? So I told her that I respected her honesty and moved on. Haven't spoken to her since.
So now here I am, alone, tired of bein alone and wondering where I went wrong. I came to only one conclusion.... See with both the girls I mentioned I can honestly say I did nothing wrong to lose em. I played my position and I feel I always play my position well. I didn't do too much nor did I do too little. I feel I was the well balanced guy that showed he is bf material. But I did see a similar behavior in myself with both situations that may be wrong on my behalf. My pride. Yeah.... that's a bitch right there, and I have pride for days! My whole "Oh it aint work out, fuck it" attitude. The whole "I ain't chasin nobody" thought process. I take a lot of pride in gettin the picture cause I know a lot of niggas aint like that. Some guys can be told straight up by a girl "please don't talk to me" and keep goin like shorty never even opened her mouth. And I be lookin like: "Damn nigga, where's your self respect? Keep it movin, she aint interested" but then weeks and or months later those are the same niggas you see with that same girl who shut 'em down.
So back to my first thought of maybe me being the one doin something wrong. Could that be it, could it be that I aint consistent with mine? Maybe I SHOULD be tryin to chase one (in this case in particular it would be the second one mentioned in the story, cause I actually miss her.) Maybe I should keep talkin after bein told "Don't talk to me." I play my position very well but I'm quick to bench myself after I miss a shot, and let's be honest, nobody gets to the championship that way.
So what do I do? Do I say "Fuck it, I'll get off the bench and back in the game someday" or do I say, "Nah, fuck that, I missed that shot but I aint out this game just yet!" I know my answer, but I keep thinkin every time I pick up the phone to text or call shorty I'm being annoyin, and that's never been my style. Am I supposed to feel that way? Maybe I can just try to make her laugh again and I'll be back in. Lol. I don't know man. But I do know one thing; a Saturday night alone is fine, but havin someone to share it with would be a million times better in my opinion. That's just me tho. Never been the Lone Wolf type, I always been more of a Lion. And the Lion might be King, but he wants his Queen there with em right?
Stay Up and Stay Tuned.
Sunday, February 19, 2012
Pictures VS. Photographs
Yaoooooowww! It's a been a minute aint it?
I had a DOPE ass post to put up, however speakin on the topic would be giving away too large a secret of the world of men and I personally don't want my balls revoked. So I came up with somethin else.
I was in the car with Mylez earlier and he told me "I found myself scramblin for a new default cuz..." and then he went on about how we used to have high comment photographs on a consistent basis. Very true. I explained to him that I myself had been without a new default in quite some time but told him we'd be back in the Matrix real soon. So in that moment, with the help of him and Isaiah I came up with my/our new movement. 'Pictures VS. Photography.' Allow me to break it down. See with SLR Cameras apparently being on sale worldwide and every nigga being able to afford them it's becoming harder and harder to be a photographer these days. And of course, let's not forget instagram. I hate iPhone users cause of how fuckin arrogant they are, but add instagram to that and it's complete over the top hate that you get from me! Lol
I mean understand..... Matter fact never mind all that. I've said a billion times before that there is a huge difference between a picture and a photograph and I personally feel that it's about time I showed the world what that is again. So to Mylez and to all of you who follow me, all my Muses, everybody, Eno is back big baby! We don't need photo shoots to show of my talent! So let's get it, let's show all these iPhone usin muh fuckahs and gwc's (Guys with Cameras) what a true photographer is. Let's remind people what the difference between a picture and a photograph is.
^^Ya see what I'm capable of... No pictures here, and these are my throw-aways! Ya can hah dese! Lol, It's on niggas. Who ever want it can get it. Pictures VS. Photographs, find out what side you on and get your gun locked and loaded, cause my trigger finger itchin and this Canon dying to speak! Fuck Instagram.
Stay Up and Stay Tuned!
I had a DOPE ass post to put up, however speakin on the topic would be giving away too large a secret of the world of men and I personally don't want my balls revoked. So I came up with somethin else.
I was in the car with Mylez earlier and he told me "I found myself scramblin for a new default cuz..." and then he went on about how we used to have high comment photographs on a consistent basis. Very true. I explained to him that I myself had been without a new default in quite some time but told him we'd be back in the Matrix real soon. So in that moment, with the help of him and Isaiah I came up with my/our new movement. 'Pictures VS. Photography.' Allow me to break it down. See with SLR Cameras apparently being on sale worldwide and every nigga being able to afford them it's becoming harder and harder to be a photographer these days. And of course, let's not forget instagram. I hate iPhone users cause of how fuckin arrogant they are, but add instagram to that and it's complete over the top hate that you get from me! Lol
I mean understand..... Matter fact never mind all that. I've said a billion times before that there is a huge difference between a picture and a photograph and I personally feel that it's about time I showed the world what that is again. So to Mylez and to all of you who follow me, all my Muses, everybody, Eno is back big baby! We don't need photo shoots to show of my talent! So let's get it, let's show all these iPhone usin muh fuckahs and gwc's (Guys with Cameras) what a true photographer is. Let's remind people what the difference between a picture and a photograph is.
^^Ya see what I'm capable of... No pictures here, and these are my throw-aways! Ya can hah dese! Lol, It's on niggas. Who ever want it can get it. Pictures VS. Photographs, find out what side you on and get your gun locked and loaded, cause my trigger finger itchin and this Canon dying to speak! Fuck Instagram.
Stay Up and Stay Tuned!
Monday, January 30, 2012
No Days Off!
What's goin on Bull Penners? How's life in 2012 treatin ya? I been m.i.a for a lil while, but please understand that my procrastination has been based solely on the fact that I've been thinkin to my self: "Ahh it's only (input calendar date here), I'll have some more posts by the end of the month." Only to be hit with the rude awakening of realizing that today is already the 30th... Sheesh, is it just me, or did January breeze by in the blink of an eye?
Anyway, for those of you who did not know, yesterday was Rudy's birthday. Damn! My lil man is 20 yrs. old. I literally remember like yesterday carrying him when he was a baby with a bottle and pacifier. I still remember all the cursing he used to do when he was around 3 or 4 years old, and my mom and grandma would get mad at me cause they thought I was teaching him foul language, which til this day I say I was NOT. That's my story and I'm sticking to it! Lol. Now he's a grown ass bearded man who I refuse to carry and can curse all the hell he wants as far as I'm concerned. Lmao. So I just wanna give my lil brother a HUGE shout out on his second day of being a 20 year old man. I love you dude. Make this the greatest year yet!
Aight now movin on to the subject at hand. I got somethin on my chest that I wanna get off. It may get a lil ugly. Funny, but ugly, you know like Michael Blackston! Lmao.
But I want ya to feel me on this one. On Friday it hit me: "There's a million professions in this world most of which not only grant days off, but reccomend them as well..." However there are 2 amongst those that do NOT allow days off. Ready to hear what they are? Barbers, and Drug Dealers! Have a seat hear me out here.
Barbers:
I've said it a million times before and I hope I don't have to repeat it another million times. "As a barber or a drug dealer, you have a serious reponsibility to your clients, and that responsibilty should be taken very seriously!" Further more, both of these professions require that you have an active (notice the word "ACTIVE") telephone number to which your clients can reach you in the event that they are in need of your services and or products. Not having your cell phone is not only a "bum ass nigga" move here in the year 2012, but it's also a slap in the face to the people who are looking for you. Think about it, you're like a doctor, except you don't get paid nearly as much, unless you're a dealer from the Heights in which case, you may even make more than doctors. But we not talkin about those drugs, we talkin bout Weed. Cause honestly speaking those are the only ones I know lol.
Fellas I know you feel me on this scenario: It's Friday evening, you just left work, you think about all the plans you have comin up this weekend and how you wanna get fly. You bought a whole new outfit, you got money in your pocket and you feelin like $999,999.00, you would feel like that million but your hair is gettin a liiil longer than you like it and that widow's peak is peekin! Lol. So you think to yourself, "Aight lemme go see Tone. Tone is your barber, you know just as well as he knows that you don't go to aaaany other barber in town. Cause to you Tone is thee best, and plus he's been cuttin your hair since you started getting allowance. So Tone know just as well as you know that come Friday after work you comin to see him.
So you step in the shop and Tone aint there... You see the big nigga that has the last chair in the back (You know the big nigga always has the last chair in every barber shop) and you say
"Ayo Mike, where's Tone?"
Mike: "Oh shit, he just left like 2 hours ago?"
You: "What the fuck B? Did he say if he was comin back any time soon?"
Mike: "Nah son, he aint tell me nuttin."
You: "Aight."
So now you think "Lemme call Tone" and the operators voice on the other line and says: "The number you have dialed is not in service, please try again." So you instantly get pissed off! How the fuck is Tone not in the shop, and then have the nerve to not pay his bum ass phone bill! Lol
So you wait and figure "Fuck it, Mike been cuttin hair here for 2 years now, he should have gotten it by now and you let him cut it. He does a decent job but he doesn't do the job you used to, but you don't wanna risk your hairline lookin any worse so you say "yeah that's good" pay him call it a day and go about your business....
Later on that night you hit the club with ya boys (who by the way saw their regular barbers) and ya party the night away. Come Saturday morning you see your picture on 7 Days 7 Nights and All the Parties dot com (no free promo out here) lol and you look at yourself and think "Shit man, my hairline make me look like a nigga named Mitchell!" Lmfao, no offense to niggas named Mitchell.
So you see where I'm going with this now? If you are a barber you have an obligation to your clients. If your phone is off find a way to get in contact with your clients if you're not gonna be in the shop. If you are not gonna be in the shop make some sort of announcement, send a text blast, a BBM broadcast, anything, but let it be known so that when the fellas come in lookin for you they're not left in the dark.
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Drug Dealers:
Weed salesman in particular... I can't speak on this topic as in depth, but I can shed light on the subject. Is it just me or is it that not one nigga that sells weed ever have his phone on? That shit is a blow.
So you get a call from your new joint and you know she tryna get it on like Marvin Gaye, but she would feel a lil more comfortable if she were high! So you think to yourself "Fuck it, I wanna smoke too! And shorty got the CAKE!" So you tell her, "Aight ma, meet me at the crib in a hour"
So you call ya man Worm cause Worm got that FIYA! And the operators voice on the other line says: "The number you have dialed is not in service, please try again."
You: "Get the fuck outta here B!"
Lol. So now you start thinkin and going through your mental roler-dex thinkin: "Who got weed at this time? Cause I aint going out in 13 degree weather to knock on Worm's door" plus that's wild addict status. Then you remember that this spanish nigga down the block got some decent shit. It aint as strong as Worm's shit, but it's sour and it def get's the job done. So yo go see him and he tells you he's out.
You: "Get the fuck outta here B!"
By now, shorty calls you.
Shorty: "Yo I be there in 6 minutes"
You "Aight yo, I'm out here lookin for bud, these niggas out here is slackin!"
Shorty: "Whuut? Damn yo! I mean if you don't find it we can just chill.."
You: "Oh nah, imma find it."
Shorty: "Bet."
So you call ya man Derrick cause Derrick is the ultimate weed head, but he smoked all his shit up and his dealer just so happened to sell him the last of his product for the week. So shorty shows up, but you have no weed. What do ya do?
Shorty: "I mean we could watch a movie"
You: "Yeah I guess"
You already know aint shit going down cause ya game aint tight like that and the only way she was giving you the drawers is if you got her high. She barely let's you touch her titties and before you know it, she gets a call from a nigga who got 7 different types of bud! Ha! She hits you with the "Aight, I gotta go." Lol.'
So now you see where I'm going right?
Drug Dealers Keep your phone on, and keep your stock high.
Barbers keep your phones on and keep your clients informed.
Niggas that do both, if your phone is off just kill yourself!
I hope I've made myself clear. These are the 2 professions in which days off and lack of contact is NOT allowed. You have a serious obligation to those who seek your services. For you to not be available or out of reach is just unacceptable. Point Blank Period! You want a day off, go be a construction worker, or a lawyer or something, or anything else I don't need. Lol. I just had to get this off my chest ya!
Stay Up and Stay Tuned
Anyway, for those of you who did not know, yesterday was Rudy's birthday. Damn! My lil man is 20 yrs. old. I literally remember like yesterday carrying him when he was a baby with a bottle and pacifier. I still remember all the cursing he used to do when he was around 3 or 4 years old, and my mom and grandma would get mad at me cause they thought I was teaching him foul language, which til this day I say I was NOT. That's my story and I'm sticking to it! Lol. Now he's a grown ass bearded man who I refuse to carry and can curse all the hell he wants as far as I'm concerned. Lmao. So I just wanna give my lil brother a HUGE shout out on his second day of being a 20 year old man. I love you dude. Make this the greatest year yet!
Aight now movin on to the subject at hand. I got somethin on my chest that I wanna get off. It may get a lil ugly. Funny, but ugly, you know like Michael Blackston! Lmao.
But I want ya to feel me on this one. On Friday it hit me: "There's a million professions in this world most of which not only grant days off, but reccomend them as well..." However there are 2 amongst those that do NOT allow days off. Ready to hear what they are? Barbers, and Drug Dealers! Have a seat hear me out here.
Barbers:
I've said it a million times before and I hope I don't have to repeat it another million times. "As a barber or a drug dealer, you have a serious reponsibility to your clients, and that responsibilty should be taken very seriously!" Further more, both of these professions require that you have an active (notice the word "ACTIVE") telephone number to which your clients can reach you in the event that they are in need of your services and or products. Not having your cell phone is not only a "bum ass nigga" move here in the year 2012, but it's also a slap in the face to the people who are looking for you. Think about it, you're like a doctor, except you don't get paid nearly as much, unless you're a dealer from the Heights in which case, you may even make more than doctors. But we not talkin about those drugs, we talkin bout Weed. Cause honestly speaking those are the only ones I know lol.
Fellas I know you feel me on this scenario: It's Friday evening, you just left work, you think about all the plans you have comin up this weekend and how you wanna get fly. You bought a whole new outfit, you got money in your pocket and you feelin like $999,999.00, you would feel like that million but your hair is gettin a liiil longer than you like it and that widow's peak is peekin! Lol. So you think to yourself, "Aight lemme go see Tone. Tone is your barber, you know just as well as he knows that you don't go to aaaany other barber in town. Cause to you Tone is thee best, and plus he's been cuttin your hair since you started getting allowance. So Tone know just as well as you know that come Friday after work you comin to see him.
So you step in the shop and Tone aint there... You see the big nigga that has the last chair in the back (You know the big nigga always has the last chair in every barber shop) and you say
"Ayo Mike, where's Tone?"
Mike: "Oh shit, he just left like 2 hours ago?"
You: "What the fuck B? Did he say if he was comin back any time soon?"
Mike: "Nah son, he aint tell me nuttin."
You: "Aight."
So now you think "Lemme call Tone" and the operators voice on the other line and says: "The number you have dialed is not in service, please try again." So you instantly get pissed off! How the fuck is Tone not in the shop, and then have the nerve to not pay his bum ass phone bill! Lol
So you wait and figure "Fuck it, Mike been cuttin hair here for 2 years now, he should have gotten it by now and you let him cut it. He does a decent job but he doesn't do the job you used to, but you don't wanna risk your hairline lookin any worse so you say "yeah that's good" pay him call it a day and go about your business....
Later on that night you hit the club with ya boys (who by the way saw their regular barbers) and ya party the night away. Come Saturday morning you see your picture on 7 Days 7 Nights and All the Parties dot com (no free promo out here) lol and you look at yourself and think "Shit man, my hairline make me look like a nigga named Mitchell!" Lmfao, no offense to niggas named Mitchell.
So you see where I'm going with this now? If you are a barber you have an obligation to your clients. If your phone is off find a way to get in contact with your clients if you're not gonna be in the shop. If you are not gonna be in the shop make some sort of announcement, send a text blast, a BBM broadcast, anything, but let it be known so that when the fellas come in lookin for you they're not left in the dark.
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Drug Dealers:
Weed salesman in particular... I can't speak on this topic as in depth, but I can shed light on the subject. Is it just me or is it that not one nigga that sells weed ever have his phone on? That shit is a blow.
So you get a call from your new joint and you know she tryna get it on like Marvin Gaye, but she would feel a lil more comfortable if she were high! So you think to yourself "Fuck it, I wanna smoke too! And shorty got the CAKE!" So you tell her, "Aight ma, meet me at the crib in a hour"
So you call ya man Worm cause Worm got that FIYA! And the operators voice on the other line says: "The number you have dialed is not in service, please try again."
You: "Get the fuck outta here B!"
Lol. So now you start thinkin and going through your mental roler-dex thinkin: "Who got weed at this time? Cause I aint going out in 13 degree weather to knock on Worm's door" plus that's wild addict status. Then you remember that this spanish nigga down the block got some decent shit. It aint as strong as Worm's shit, but it's sour and it def get's the job done. So yo go see him and he tells you he's out.
You: "Get the fuck outta here B!"
By now, shorty calls you.
Shorty: "Yo I be there in 6 minutes"
You "Aight yo, I'm out here lookin for bud, these niggas out here is slackin!"
Shorty: "Whuut? Damn yo! I mean if you don't find it we can just chill.."
You: "Oh nah, imma find it."
Shorty: "Bet."
So you call ya man Derrick cause Derrick is the ultimate weed head, but he smoked all his shit up and his dealer just so happened to sell him the last of his product for the week. So shorty shows up, but you have no weed. What do ya do?
Shorty: "I mean we could watch a movie"
You: "Yeah I guess"
You already know aint shit going down cause ya game aint tight like that and the only way she was giving you the drawers is if you got her high. She barely let's you touch her titties and before you know it, she gets a call from a nigga who got 7 different types of bud! Ha! She hits you with the "Aight, I gotta go." Lol.'
So now you see where I'm going right?
Drug Dealers Keep your phone on, and keep your stock high.
Barbers keep your phones on and keep your clients informed.
Niggas that do both, if your phone is off just kill yourself!
I hope I've made myself clear. These are the 2 professions in which days off and lack of contact is NOT allowed. You have a serious obligation to those who seek your services. For you to not be available or out of reach is just unacceptable. Point Blank Period! You want a day off, go be a construction worker, or a lawyer or something, or anything else I don't need. Lol. I just had to get this off my chest ya!
Stay Up and Stay Tuned
Friday, January 13, 2012
(Sad Face Here)
Yaaaoooooww! What's going on ya?
This one is funny. To me at least. Lol.
So the other mornin I was chillen with my homegirl and we were talkin about a lot of things. One thing in particular that stood out, in fact the only thing that stood out was when she said "You're sad.... cause you're single." Lmfaooo!
What the hell does that mean?
I decided I wanted to touch on the subject cause I'm sure there's a million people like me out there, single and chillen, so why not discuss it right?
So basically we chillen and somehow the topic of relationships come about. She mentioned hers and seems soooo happy about it! Lol, I'm being sarcastic in case you didn't pick up on that. So I say to her, "All you people in relationships make me happy to be single" and she replies with "No, you're sad, cause you're single?" What nigga? Lol I really found this shit amusing. So I say to her: "But you not happy. You the sad one." She say back to me "Yeah, but it's crazy, when you single you're depressed cause you have no one, and then when you're with someone you get tired and then you're depressed cause you wanna be single"
Allow me to step away from this subject for a second and explain that this is EXACTLY why I say women are confused creatures that don't know what they want. Lol
So I respond back with a blank stare and then ask: "Whaaaaaaaat?" With that Bill Cosby face.
So she then goes on to mention that I MUST want a relationship cause all my peers have girlfriends. News flash baby, I aint the type to jump off a brige cause my friends did it. But I let her have it, so let's just get away from that for a second and lemme break a few things down. Yes all of my peers have girlfriends, as a matter of fact I am the last single man I know. Crazy right? But wait, maybe it's not crazy, maybe I'm the genius here, cause all I have around me is people tellin me "Stay Single my nigga" Lol
I of course won't mention names but I've seen fights worse than MGM Grand in Vegas with these people in relationships, serious break ups and make ups, the whole "Fuck that bitch, I'm tired of her," and claims of headaches that should be covered by some sort of insurance. Lol I could go on forever. So what is the real deal? Why not just keep goin on the way I have been? Lovin a different woman every weekend, comin and going as I please care free with no headaches and no one to check in with? One of my homies even said that havin a girl is like going from one mother to another. Another told me: "Sometimes I be mad happy with my girl, but then she's the same one that drives me to cheat. She blows mine and I fugure, fuck it. I might as well cheat if I'm being accused of cheatin" Lol, Nah G!
I mean, like I told my homegirl, "Yeah I wouldn't mind having someone, but lack thereof doesn't make me sad." I'd rather be alone and content than with someone and constricted.
Keep it a hunnit, how many of ya are in a relationship in which the cons out weigh the pros? How many of ya done cheated multiple times in the last month alone? How many of ya say ya happy but in all reality ya just bored and ready to move on, but you don't because it would be an inconvenience to start all over agin with someone else? How many of ya be thinkin "I mean I do love her/him so I don't just wanna leave" but then hide your phone so that he/she won't see that text from the mistress or side piece?
Basically what I'm sayin here is, don't assume that because someone is single they are sad the same way I don't see you with someone and assume you're happy. As long as condoms are on the racks I can't be sad. Lolol. Do I yearn for someone? Yes I do, and someday I will have her, however right now I'm not ready for the headaches and the "Where are you? Who you with? And hat ya doing?" texts, I'm not ready to fall in and out of love in the matter of 4 months, and become comfortable so I cheat because I can and don't leave cause there's time and emotion invested.
Look at your situation and realize who the "sad" one is. As for me *gets text message*.... Welp, my Tuesday hoe just hit me! LMFAO! I'm outta here man. Take it easy ya'll!
Stay Up and Stay Tuned!
This one is funny. To me at least. Lol.
So the other mornin I was chillen with my homegirl and we were talkin about a lot of things. One thing in particular that stood out, in fact the only thing that stood out was when she said "You're sad.... cause you're single." Lmfaooo!
What the hell does that mean?
I decided I wanted to touch on the subject cause I'm sure there's a million people like me out there, single and chillen, so why not discuss it right?
So basically we chillen and somehow the topic of relationships come about. She mentioned hers and seems soooo happy about it! Lol, I'm being sarcastic in case you didn't pick up on that. So I say to her, "All you people in relationships make me happy to be single" and she replies with "No, you're sad, cause you're single?" What nigga? Lol I really found this shit amusing. So I say to her: "But you not happy. You the sad one." She say back to me "Yeah, but it's crazy, when you single you're depressed cause you have no one, and then when you're with someone you get tired and then you're depressed cause you wanna be single"
Allow me to step away from this subject for a second and explain that this is EXACTLY why I say women are confused creatures that don't know what they want. Lol
So I respond back with a blank stare and then ask: "Whaaaaaaaat?" With that Bill Cosby face.
So she then goes on to mention that I MUST want a relationship cause all my peers have girlfriends. News flash baby, I aint the type to jump off a brige cause my friends did it. But I let her have it, so let's just get away from that for a second and lemme break a few things down. Yes all of my peers have girlfriends, as a matter of fact I am the last single man I know. Crazy right? But wait, maybe it's not crazy, maybe I'm the genius here, cause all I have around me is people tellin me "Stay Single my nigga" Lol
I of course won't mention names but I've seen fights worse than MGM Grand in Vegas with these people in relationships, serious break ups and make ups, the whole "Fuck that bitch, I'm tired of her," and claims of headaches that should be covered by some sort of insurance. Lol I could go on forever. So what is the real deal? Why not just keep goin on the way I have been? Lovin a different woman every weekend, comin and going as I please care free with no headaches and no one to check in with? One of my homies even said that havin a girl is like going from one mother to another. Another told me: "Sometimes I be mad happy with my girl, but then she's the same one that drives me to cheat. She blows mine and I fugure, fuck it. I might as well cheat if I'm being accused of cheatin" Lol, Nah G!
^Look at this^
One of those girls in a relationship still
gave me her number, and look how
that turned out. Lol
I mean, like I told my homegirl, "Yeah I wouldn't mind having someone, but lack thereof doesn't make me sad." I'd rather be alone and content than with someone and constricted.
Keep it a hunnit, how many of ya are in a relationship in which the cons out weigh the pros? How many of ya done cheated multiple times in the last month alone? How many of ya say ya happy but in all reality ya just bored and ready to move on, but you don't because it would be an inconvenience to start all over agin with someone else? How many of ya be thinkin "I mean I do love her/him so I don't just wanna leave" but then hide your phone so that he/she won't see that text from the mistress or side piece?
Basically what I'm sayin here is, don't assume that because someone is single they are sad the same way I don't see you with someone and assume you're happy. As long as condoms are on the racks I can't be sad. Lolol. Do I yearn for someone? Yes I do, and someday I will have her, however right now I'm not ready for the headaches and the "Where are you? Who you with? And hat ya doing?" texts, I'm not ready to fall in and out of love in the matter of 4 months, and become comfortable so I cheat because I can and don't leave cause there's time and emotion invested.
Look at your situation and realize who the "sad" one is. As for me *gets text message*.... Welp, my Tuesday hoe just hit me! LMFAO! I'm outta here man. Take it easy ya'll!
Stay Up and Stay Tuned!
Wedding Bells. Now What?
Yaaaooooww!
What's goin on Bull Penners? First and foremost, welcome. To what? To this, my new blog. I dropped the ".blogspot", yeah I know, about time. So now it's just www.ThaBullPen.com (did you click that link?) Lol. I have no idea why it still shows it in the browser window when you click it but I'll fix that later.
Anyway, now that we're all situated, let's get into it.
I'm not a huge fan of Reality TV aside from "Real World" and this year I couldn't even get into the current season. However one show that I came to enjoy last year was "Love and Hip-Hop." Could be because for once, at least that I could remember a rapper is behind the whole thing. Or it could be because music, especially Hip-Hop and women are amongst my highest interests. This show has both off those combined with a sight twist of niggadom. Don't judge me. So if you're not familiar with the show I strongly suggest you google it, I ain't about to sit here and break it down to you.
So recently, although I haven't been following the show as strongly as I did last year, I have been getting a few updates here and there from a good friend of mine.
Good thing I haven't been following, because apparently this season Jim Jones' lady has been going harder than ever trying to get him to marry her. This is where my topic will begin. You ready?
Ladies, have a seat let's chop it up. Please explain to me why, Why? WHY?
Why is it soooooooooo important to ya to be married?
I'm sure I've touched on this topic before, but never from this angle, so just bare with me for a minute or two. So by now you've probably answered my question in your head. Right? Well lemme tell you, that answer is not only cliche, but it's just plain fantasy.
Check this out, I'm very well aware that for you the sole purpose of marriage is simply to say that the last piece of your puzzle has been placed. I'm sure ya haven't even realized that have ya? Think about it, since birth you've had TV shows, movies, and Walt Disney telling you that you had to 1. grow up, 2. find Prince Charming and 3. get Happily ever after. Am I right or am I wrong?
Okay, that's all well and good, but let's go back to Jimmy and his lady for a second. You see Jim Jones is a man, who for whatever reason, does not seem to want to be married. His lady has asked her aunt on her opinion as to what she should do. Has had her uncle talk to Jimmy in reference to the matter and even went as far as proposing to him. WHAT?! Yea, crazy thing is on the show Jim Jones mentions that initially he wasn't even the one who approached her when they first met for the first time. "Ummmm, Hello, Knock Knock, Anybody Home? Think McFly, Think!"
From the gate this man hasn't been the one to step up to relationship, that should have been an indication as to what type of guy he is. The type of guy that doesn't do the marriage thing. Which leads me to my next question: Why desire a marriage so much with someone who doesn't share the sentiment. That has always been a killer for me.
Maybe it's my pride issue, but I'm the type of person that doesn't even want to accept a ride from someone who I know doesn't want to give it. I'd rather wait for a cab or even take the bus than to inconvenience you. I don't want to bone a girl who doesn't want to bone me. So I'd rather move on to the next than to keep knockin on a closed door like that. So this is why I cannot understand how for two seasons now Chrissy (Jim's fiance) has stuck around still beating a dead horse.
Am I making any sense? Again, don't get me wrong here, I feel marriage is a beautiful thing, but it's also something you should be cautious with, it's not something that you should force on anyone. I mean do you even think it'll be real if it's forced?
I think one thing you women fail to realize is that once that final puzzle piece is in place it's really "Happily (sometimes) Ever After." And I know you're thinkin, "well yeah, that's the point, that's great..." but do you not realize that ever Fairy Tale ending ends in "Happily Ever After" because after, there is nothing more to tell. What is "Happily Ever After" really? There's no such thing as "happily Ever After" in real life. In real Life it's more like: "And so they were married, and....." *roll credits.* Yeah, that's right, a cliff hanger with no explanation as to how the sequel will go. Lol, and I KNOW you would hate that at the theatre right? So why accept that fate in real life?
I guess when its all said and done, this blog goes back to two big questions.
1. Why force a man into marriage? What makes you think that it'll all be Wedded Bliss if he's forced?
and
2. Once you're actually married, then what?
Lol, if you can answer those for me and not mention money or that whole "Well I need to know that I'll be taken care of in the unfortunate event of his death".... Believe me I've heard it, then I will applaud you. Until then, shut up, sit down, and enjoy the fact you have a Boyfriend! Lol
Stay Up and Stay Tuned.
What's goin on Bull Penners? First and foremost, welcome. To what? To this, my new blog. I dropped the ".blogspot", yeah I know, about time. So now it's just www.ThaBullPen.com (did you click that link?) Lol. I have no idea why it still shows it in the browser window when you click it but I'll fix that later.
Anyway, now that we're all situated, let's get into it.
I'm not a huge fan of Reality TV aside from "Real World" and this year I couldn't even get into the current season. However one show that I came to enjoy last year was "Love and Hip-Hop." Could be because for once, at least that I could remember a rapper is behind the whole thing. Or it could be because music, especially Hip-Hop and women are amongst my highest interests. This show has both off those combined with a sight twist of niggadom. Don't judge me. So if you're not familiar with the show I strongly suggest you google it, I ain't about to sit here and break it down to you.
So recently, although I haven't been following the show as strongly as I did last year, I have been getting a few updates here and there from a good friend of mine.
Good thing I haven't been following, because apparently this season Jim Jones' lady has been going harder than ever trying to get him to marry her. This is where my topic will begin. You ready?
Ladies, have a seat let's chop it up. Please explain to me why, Why? WHY?
Why is it soooooooooo important to ya to be married?
I'm sure I've touched on this topic before, but never from this angle, so just bare with me for a minute or two. So by now you've probably answered my question in your head. Right? Well lemme tell you, that answer is not only cliche, but it's just plain fantasy.
Check this out, I'm very well aware that for you the sole purpose of marriage is simply to say that the last piece of your puzzle has been placed. I'm sure ya haven't even realized that have ya? Think about it, since birth you've had TV shows, movies, and Walt Disney telling you that you had to 1. grow up, 2. find Prince Charming and 3. get Happily ever after. Am I right or am I wrong?
Okay, that's all well and good, but let's go back to Jimmy and his lady for a second. You see Jim Jones is a man, who for whatever reason, does not seem to want to be married. His lady has asked her aunt on her opinion as to what she should do. Has had her uncle talk to Jimmy in reference to the matter and even went as far as proposing to him. WHAT?! Yea, crazy thing is on the show Jim Jones mentions that initially he wasn't even the one who approached her when they first met for the first time. "Ummmm, Hello, Knock Knock, Anybody Home? Think McFly, Think!"
From the gate this man hasn't been the one to step up to relationship, that should have been an indication as to what type of guy he is. The type of guy that doesn't do the marriage thing. Which leads me to my next question: Why desire a marriage so much with someone who doesn't share the sentiment. That has always been a killer for me.
Maybe it's my pride issue, but I'm the type of person that doesn't even want to accept a ride from someone who I know doesn't want to give it. I'd rather wait for a cab or even take the bus than to inconvenience you. I don't want to bone a girl who doesn't want to bone me. So I'd rather move on to the next than to keep knockin on a closed door like that. So this is why I cannot understand how for two seasons now Chrissy (Jim's fiance) has stuck around still beating a dead horse.
Am I making any sense? Again, don't get me wrong here, I feel marriage is a beautiful thing, but it's also something you should be cautious with, it's not something that you should force on anyone. I mean do you even think it'll be real if it's forced?
I think one thing you women fail to realize is that once that final puzzle piece is in place it's really "Happily (sometimes) Ever After." And I know you're thinkin, "well yeah, that's the point, that's great..." but do you not realize that ever Fairy Tale ending ends in "Happily Ever After" because after, there is nothing more to tell. What is "Happily Ever After" really? There's no such thing as "happily Ever After" in real life. In real Life it's more like: "And so they were married, and....." *roll credits.* Yeah, that's right, a cliff hanger with no explanation as to how the sequel will go. Lol, and I KNOW you would hate that at the theatre right? So why accept that fate in real life?
I guess when its all said and done, this blog goes back to two big questions.
1. Why force a man into marriage? What makes you think that it'll all be Wedded Bliss if he's forced?
and
2. Once you're actually married, then what?
Lol, if you can answer those for me and not mention money or that whole "Well I need to know that I'll be taken care of in the unfortunate event of his death".... Believe me I've heard it, then I will applaud you. Until then, shut up, sit down, and enjoy the fact you have a Boyfriend! Lol
Stay Up and Stay Tuned.
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