I Ripped My Pants...-_-

See I thought my day couldn't get any worse but oh it did. Not only was I late to work thanks to the muthafcking MTA, I ripped my pants. But let me go off on the MTA for a minute. So I get on the 2 train today all ready to go. I realize we left 2 minutes late and 2 minutes goes a long way when you live in New York City. Then after 4 stops the train sits. And sits. And sits. Oh wait for it...AND SITS! The conductor makes an announcement about the silly train traffic that always seems to occur. We move along. And it sits. And sits. Then it moves and stops in a tunnel...you already know the drill. The conductor comes on the speak is like 'The Lexington line is having some delays and problems, when the train gets to Atlantic Ave. either stay on or go to another train because this will continue all morning'.
-_- Nice. So I get off and I walk to the N, W, R, D, & V train platform with a million other people. Three trains came back to back and boy was I happy until I realized that they were all full. I finally got on a relatively empty D train and it was moving at a good speed until it hit the Brooklyn Bridge, where it sat and sat and sat. When the train finally got to my stop I made my way out of the platform area only to find myself in the confusing underground concourse. That thing makes you feel as if you are in a Harry Potter movie with all those damn tunnels and gold walls. For a good 15 minutes I am just walking until I finally admit to myself that I am lost. I searched for the first glimpse of outside light I could run to and made my way to the surface. I was finally free and had 2 minutes to run up 3 long Manhattan blocks filled with clueless tourists. I got to work like 5 minutes late but hell I got there and that is all that matters. I was cool all until lunch time came around. I was on my way to the lunch room when I felt a little breeze on my leg. I'm like "Hmmm that's interesting" and I keep it moving because I suspected the pants were just thin. Then I felt and even stronger breeze which made me even more confused and instantly look down at my pants. There I see a rip from my pelvis to the middle of my thigh. OH MY WORD! I have been walking around like this and no one had the decency to say "Miss you ripped you're pants" because I damn sure didn't put them on like this! SMH! BOO FCKERS BOO! I would have told somebody that they ripped their pants HELL I TOLD THIS MAN HE HAD A BUG ON HIM! [granted that was driven by personal motive because he was standing right in front of me and I was scared it was going to jump on me so I had to tell him so he can rid of it]. Either way I was nice enough to tell him. So I put my bag in front of my leg and walked to the lunch room. I ate my lunch then ran to The Gap and bought a pair of jeans because that was all they had on sale and I refuse to pay $50 for Khaki pants that I will never wear again unless I work at Target. From that point on my day was relatively okay, nothing to scream about. I did learn a few things from this day: 1) I still hate humans. 2) Gap has upgraded the quality of their jeans 3) The Gap now carries my choice of jeans. The last time I bought Gap jeans was in 8th grade and they were kinds hard and rough. Now Gap jeans are nice, cotton soft, and they fit in all the right places. Did I mention they give me somewhat of a butt??? YASS! LIFE! I recently bought their Always Skinny jean and it is my new favorite. Anywho I have SAT homework to finish [yes I am at work doing my SAT hw, don't judge me] so ciao lovies.

It Takes One To Know One

I saw this on MTO the yesterday and I went straight to blog about it until I fcked up my job computer -_-. Then I thought to myself 'maybe this is a sign from the Lord that I should give this foolishness the time of day'. Yeah well I'm sorry subconcious you can kiss my ass today. You know how I feel when it comes to Michael Jackson. Ask the fam, ask the friends, that man was IT for me. So to see & hear someone as horrendous as Lil Wayne popping off about him even in the smallest manner, you know I got the itch to beat him with a bat. An ugly little human [and I use that loosely] who is known for kissing his father on the lips and spreading around his sperm like it's fcking Christmas cheer should not be commenting on anyone, especially someone of Michael's stature. You need to pay that child support, stop knocking bxtches up, and get your punk ass to rehab because sipping sizzurp is not cute...but then again it is Lil Wayne. I don't know why I am shocked by this. Can I really expect anything of substance to come from Lil Wayne's mouth? His raps don't show me that I really can [need I remind you of that 'Kiss Me' song that I laughed at in a past post?]. Don't call MJ a f*g, don't call anyone a f*g. That word is hideous and I honestly hate when people say it. Uh Lil Wayne, if you plan on continuing to kiss your daddy on his mouth, I'd lay up off the accusations of homosexuality. We all know a whole legion of people think you're gay. With that face I don't think the gays want you on their side anyway. Save us all from your seeds and become asexual. Honestly I have no clue how Lauren London and Nivea can carry children belonging to this man and be proud.

Fast forward this foolishness and listen at the 2:59 mark
The Raging Impregnator utters this tom foolery:

I pledge allegiance to the flag that Michael Jackson is a f*g.



Man!!!!!!!!

Dear Big Bxtches Of The World...

Now I do not discriminate against people, if you're big you're big, if you're small, you're small. However, I will not hesitate to insult you're big ass especially if you have no concern for me. I didn't ask to be skinny mmkay? My fam just has good genes thats all. Just because I can fit into small places does not give you the right to sit or place anyone of your large body parts on me. I can hardly lift my younger brother, please don't burden me with one of your limbs or you're whole body. I'm like the size of your leg. Why? I am not one to lash out but this is too much. Enough is enough. This was not the first time I was sat upon or squished. Oh no no no. I was 14 and coming home from school. I sat my ass down in that nice seat behind the bus driver because I like to be the first one off the bus. As we drive down Utica Avenue, I see the usual black diaspora carrying on in front of Pretty Girl. In that sea of black folk I spotted this large mass, something of a whale you might say. I am not trying to be mean but it did not help that she wore black and white and had jagged teeth. Samu [I'ma call her that] made her way on the bus much to everyone's displeasure. And when I said made her way I mean she knocked people over. There were other seats on the bus but Samu thought it was right for her to squeeze her ass in between me, a pole, and an old lady. All I know is my vision got dark and I was smothered by her leg and arm. I could not feel my leg at all. People on the bus saw that her ass swallowed me and began to protest. The bus driver saw through his rear view mirror and announced 'Miss, you know you can't fit there, why are you squeezing this child?' I was squished to the oblivion of the earth I tell you. After much protest and yelling, Samu finally got off of me fast enough so that I could return to normal breathing. I held that one incident to myself. I was not going to fault big people of the world but after constant incidents that took place after that, I have to speak now. This morning was the most recent squishing incident. I fell into a light sleep on the train as Jason Mraz sang into my ear. 'And I won't hesitate no more, nooooo more, it cannot wait, I'm yoursss...." and then I felt this sweaty, hot, squishy mass slam into the right side of my body. The force was so large that it knocked me back into the seat [if you know me you know that I have a slight case of germophobia so i seldom sit on the train and if I do it is at the very edge so I am liable to slide back]. I awoke, shocked and angry mind you 'cause she done messed up my earphones and I can only hear outta one ear now, to this large woman squishing me AGAINST THE POLE! She was sweaty. There was heat exuding from her body. I felt like I was trapped. I could not move with all seriousness. Unlike the people on the bus no one stuck up for me. For about 4-5 stops I was lodged in between her and the pole. I felt like a poor $1 bill hanging from a fat stripper. Finally I was release but I was very angry. It wasn't the fact that she sat on half of my body, it was that she SLAMMED into me. This man had the nerve to laugh at my misfortune. I mean I'd laugh too but still. I'm me. I live by another set of rules so what I do is not for everyone else. Anywho the bottom line is, big bxches of the world, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE have some consideration for me or else I'm harpoon your big ass like the w0olly mammoth you are.

YOOOOO! I just had an ephiphany! My lost earring probably fell off when she slammed into me and is either on the train or in her rolls! Eh on second thoughts...she can keep it.

Jeez I'm a mean person.
But you already knew that.
I love big folk, just not when they sit on me or cause global warming.
Simple.

Jay-Z & BET Really Wanna Be Startin' Something....

As you must expect I was very disappointed with the calamity that was the BET Awards last night. I had no intentions of watching [because I don't watch BET unless The Game is showing] but since they said that the entire show will be dedicated to Michael I had to tune in. It was my duty as a Michael Jackson fan to watch it. I expected a lot. I am picky when it comes to Michael. Neyo did a good job, Jamie had me rolling with those outfits, although his jokes were distasteful at times and when Janet came out, it was a wrap for me. Unfortunately those moments only lasted a few minutes out of that 3 hours of bull. New Edition??? Really? Ciara?? SINGING?????? The hell! And do not get me started on Ving Rhames's "Guns is Michael Jackson"...-_-...I had a mind to jump through that television and beat that man with his own juice cup. GUNS??? GUNS IS MICHAEL JACKSON??? GUNS??? THAT ISN'T EVEN PROPER ENGLISH!!! MY NIG [I only use this when I am angry] GUNS??? FO REAL??? ARGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG! New Edition need to sit their old behinds down because that performance was pitiful and their singing abilities are lacking. Speaking of old behinds, Don Cornelius had me on the floor laughing soo hard because that old crack was struggling like no other to read that telepromter. Beyonce...I love you and all but I was watching a piece from your concert and I was bored to tears. I left the room when Monica & Keyshia cole came on. Young Money with their horrendous performance of 'Every Girl' was a huge dishonor to Michael. Every line in that damn song was bleeped so much until I just put the TV on mute thinking Chris Brown would pop out any second -_- [let's thank Jay-Z for that gem]. And who were those little girls on stage with Drake? T-pain coming on stage and snatching the award without the customary kiss & thank you was horrid. Along with the fact that he had a red cup in his hand. Keri Hilson sounded bad, real bad Michael Jackon [hehe get it!]. Overall that monstrosity of a show wasted 3 hours of my life. Poor Janet had to witness such crap. MTV please do a better job in August or whenever you do the VMAs this year because I can't with BET. I refuse them and their niggatry.

AND NOW IF THAT WASN'T ENOUGH! I am reading on different blogs that Jay-Z had the plugs pulled on Chris Brown's performance. If Chris Brown touched that stage he threatened to pull out of the show. Listen up here Shawn Carter, Jay-Z or whatever you wanna call yourself these days. I have lost so much respect for you if this is true. Not because I am a fan of Chris but because I am a Michael Jackson fan. Everybody knows, you and that 5 head bitch Rihanna cannot deny, that Chris is the closest person to Michael Jackson in terms of dance and things of that nature. Michael Jackson said it himself. Dead ass in my eyes everyone is the size of a green pea compared to Michael. Last night was not about Chris boxing up Little Miss Forehead. Last night was not about you and your funky ass wishes. It was about honoring and celebrating Michael. Chris and Rihanna are past their littl tiff, that is their business, it should not have to interfere with the celebration of someone's life ESPECIALLY someone as important as Michael. Michael Jackson is the reason why you [Jay-Z], Rihanna, and Chris can be played constantly on MTV. MTV had no intentions on showing our black behinds on there until Michael. HELL they didn't even wanna show him. As a Brooklynite and a HUGE Jay-Z fan I am very disappointed. Jay-Z are a grown ass man, act like it. Rihanna can handle herself. What you need to be doing is telling her that she shouldn't be doing the walk of shame from a basketball player's hotel room early in the morning. I didn't even want to see Chris [I'm lying yes I did], I just wanted to see somebody finally give Michael the justice he deserves on that rinky dink ass stage last night. For once someone has do right by Michael.

This better not be true.
Jay-Z single handedly killed what could have been an AMAZING Michael tribute all because Chris boxed up his money maker. Jay be happy she is alive and no longer bruised up because he could have honestly killed her if he wanted to. Harsh? Yes. Do I give a fck? HELL NAW because he fcked with Michael. Nobody messes with Michael. In closing, Jay-Z until you support 39 charities and receive a world record for being the most charitable celebrity like Michael Jackson, do not dare dictate who can and cannot pay tribute to Michael because Bey did not sing a Michael song, she sang boring ass AVEEEE MARIIIIIII-YAAAAA! -__________________-

I sound crazy but I don't care.
I am so passionate about Michael Jackson is scary but I believe from all the bull he has been put through on this earth by the hand of worthless human beings, he deserves nothing but the best. I only wish he was here to see just how much we love him. He knew he had dedicated fans but he needed to see just how much of a force this is.

I'm at work so I shouldn't be blogging but this had me fired up.
I gotta go.
PEACE!