I'm back.

Damn I just lost a blog. That's time well wasted. My life sucks. But I still dislike dumb ass yuppy charlestown Honkees. Oh yeah, FUCK MICHEAL MCDONALD!! Sorry watching Tavis Smiley. The last great Black Hope. That's sad. Not the whole Micheal McDonald thing, but the fact that Black People are dependant on a Black Hope. Seems real odd though to me. It's always been White folk dependant on Hope. Well, in all reality, we've always been. Okay this dumb ass has fucked up train of thought. Here I am about to make a prolific statement and this Kenny Loggins wannabe, aka Micheal "Let me Fuck up Motown worse than Berry Gordy and Kedar Massenburg combined plus Vivendi Universal" McDonald, got his pale ass on the stage of Tavis Smiley's playing a worn out Yamaha Electric piano and has utterly fucked up a Smokey Robinson song (Second that emotion). Sometimes i just wanna lock Soul music in a vault and tell record labels to "FUCK OFF!" Damn he's sponsored by Wal-Mart? So much for the Black Hope label. Almost as bad as KRS and Sprite. What next? Dead Prez and the NRA? Well, I'm not gonna knock KRS, cause I kinda like Sprite. I hate the Coca-Cola Coporation, but I love Sprite. Okay, back to task. What was I ranting about before Ol' McDonald threw me off? OH YEA!! The supposed "Great Black Hope!!" Okay, so Tavis Smiley has been labeled by many as the next Great Black Hope. But in essence isn't he really the first? I say this because White folks actually like him, WHILE HE'S POPULAR!! White folks didn't like King until he was shot, and they sure as hell didn't like Ali until his ass came down with Parkinsons'. That way he can't beat they ass. Very racist in thought I know, but these are my thoughts. If you don't like it, I'll lock in a vault two vaults down from Soul music (that way you can't bore a hole and mysteriously escape with Otis Redding's catalog and sell it to Micheal Bolton). Okay I think I'm gonna finish this some other time. I'm just getting really pissed about Soul Music, Black PBS hosts who are getting shut up, and dumb white male musicians that want to be James Brown at 50. Okay I'll be back later today. Not like I have anything better to do.

Damn, I can't believe i've gotten to this level

This whole thing is really quite odd to me. I don't know, I always knew that my life was boring, but i was never quite assured of that until i created this account. When you're stuck at home watching the NFL Network and listening to Lincoln Kennedy's fat ass talk about Morton's Steak House on a perfectly okay Friday night, DAMN life sucks. Any hoot, I don't know what i want to say here. If you're reading this, you probably know me. You're probably bored too. So that makes about, hmm, now how many people do I really know again? Oh yeah 5, I think. What's even more peculiar, is that my mom isn't blowing me up every two minutes. I love her to tears, but sometimes I just want her to go have fun. But I guess that for one month while she's over in Ghana & South Africa with the Enforcer, aka Grandma (that woman can still beat my ass ruthlessly) I'm off the hook, and forced live life in sheer boredom. Okay, I'm gonna finish this here. Mostly because I've found out where Sterling Sharpe is working (NFL Network), I'm getting sick of NFL Network, and also, that banana peel I put in the trash yesterday is starting to smell. (Little Jarumi secret: I just used that old Dole commercial with that odd ass Pineapple dancing to spell banana. Sad shit. Sad, sad, sad, shit) Good evening moon.