Hush!!!! 8:49 PM

I don't know if its the change of the season or if its the change in maturity as I approach the age of 30 (umm yeah...) but the more and more as I each day goes by, the more I want peace and quiet. Maybe it comes with finally cleaning my life up after spending my early twenties surrounded by mess. But I can say for an honest fact that I have zero drama in my life. Nobody knows much about me and if there was drama I have learned not to take that play on the world for the world to see.

I don't even want to gossip nor do I want too ooh and ahh but what happened to "such and such" - I don't want to know what the tea is because I threw my cup away. I just want peace and quiet and anybody that defies me in doing the opposite is immediately on my "s list". Define the S with whatever verbal sound that you want, I don't want anybody energy to come my way.

And then there are those that just need to .. HUSH. Every thought does not need to be heard? If you were the Energizer bunny, I would kick you in a pool to short your battery. I just can't be bothered with mess right now because after a while it just gets old. So in this season of Fall as the leaves gather on the ground I just want everyone around me to just STFU. Sometimes I think people need to hibernate like bears. You sleep for 2 months straight and you forget about all the mess that bothered you 2 months before - ok but we do have stranger bitches that would probably remember because somebody always has to keep stuff going. I take inventory everyday and if you are full of drama, I can't deal with you. It's too bad for my skin.

Mid-Week Randoms 6:00 PM

Pass me some Kleenex - By this time next week I am going to need windshield wipers for my eyes. October 28 is the opening day for Michael Jackson's "This Is It" movie. I bought my ticket first thing in the morning on the day that tickets went on sale. This sounds so geeky but I am going to wear a t-shirt with a fedora along with the other MJ fans that are going to be in the theater. I hope nobody gives me side eye when I start dancing because if the commercial gets me hype, I can only imagine what the entire movie is going to make me do. And you best to believe that once this movie is released on DVD, I will be waiting on Amazon to fulfill my order. If they EVER realize "Michael Jackson Rock Band" I will probably be waiting in line for it because that is how much of a MJ fan I am... I am still stuck in the days of Sega Genesis so I might need time to catch up to Wii and Xbox. I'll pass on Playstation - too many buttons on the controllers and I can't play something that affects my ADD. Snicker :)

If you sneeze, you better cover your mouth - While a part of me believes that a lot of the talk about swine flu is nothing but hype, I still don't want to get sick from it. This reminds me: buy some stock in any company that makes hand sanitizer. I saw a woman in Wal-mart sneeze up something nasty and didn't even cover her mouth. Of course even if she did, those hands would have went back on the cart. So we can't really be safe either way. But even without this talk of the swine flu, people should not be reminded on the importance of hand washing. I think this is the government's way of making nasty people wash!!! Its time to find a purse sized aerosol can of Lysol, I can't be sick. Afterall I wasted my sick days in the spring so if I get sick, I need to get paid. Don't sneeze near me, you shall be disinfected.

Walmart - Oh how I loathe thee... but oh how my mind always finds a reason to always need to go to you whenever I need something... I should start a blog series called The Wal-Mart Chronicles. I see the weirdest things involving people whenever I go in there. Yes I am that self centered in thinking that I am "normal" (smile). I remember one time my boyfriend and I were walking into Wal-mart because I randomly needed a hair dryer at 9pm on a Sunday night; we were nearly knocked down during a take down from plain clothed loss prevention associates who were stopping a shop lifter. I know for a fact that he didn't steal anything worth while other than a DVD or MP3 player because this fool could not stick a flat screen in jeans. I weep ...

I think I finally turned over a new leaf because my co-workers don't get on my nerves anymore... yes I said it, my co-workers don't get on my nerves any more. Well the main one that did is gone (THANKYOUJAYSUS!!!!!!) and that bad apple is no longer there to spoil the bunch. Its funny how one person can make a group go sour. I don't want to type anymore because if you speak someone into existence, they find a way back. And I don't want to be at work throwing stuff...

This is totally random and crazy but hey that's me -> If a person with a Jheri Curl stands outside in 20 degree weather, will the activator freeze? I need answers!!!

Exhale Autumn Is Here 6:11 PM

I haven't written an entry on this blog in about 3 months now. I didn't do it on purpose and I don't call it neglect. If anything I can say that this was a summer of reflection. So many things happened so many emotions I felt from being shocked and feeling tensed. And when I did feel happy, I was still worried about whatever sad news I would get next. I lost co-workers and the world lost an idol. Summer 2009 was a turning point. It made me pay attention to a lot of things spiritually. Most of all it made want to just smile a little bit more and be thankful. I stopped complaining. While things may not be going good for some, I continue to get my blessings. I don't want to take this for granted. Everybody is going through a rough patch, I can't remember the last time I was depressed. Depression, yes the D-word. I gave up taking St.John's Wort because it made me bloated and personally, I didn't want to rely anything but my own strength to make me happy.

I moved into a new apartment. Its a lot bigger than my old one. I can't talk bad about my old apartment at all. It was a great starter apartment but the energy changed there and I started to get fearful every morning whenever I had to go to my car in the mornings. Too many suspicions about the tenants that were moving in, and I no longer felt safe. Plus, the amount of rent that I was playing was not worth it anymore. Another reason why I moved is because of the cost of gas. It helps a whole lot when you can cut the time of your drive to work from 20 down to 5 minutes. Yes. I won't splurge as much as I want to, I can't wait to see my savings increase.

I can't believe that its already October, two months away from Christmas. If its one thing I have learned its to cherish time, because time is going too fast. Maybe its my age (I am talking like I am 100 years old and I am only 29 now) but I feel as though you will enjoy life more if you stop complaining, and stop realizing that you are not the monkey that runs the show. I keep to myself more at work and when I am not at work, I play and laugh more. I already found two gray hairs, I don't think they have sew in weave in silver. No maam!

Do you remember? 11:14 AM

Yes Michael, I do. And I will never forget...

Today has officially been a month since Michael Jackson passed away. I refused to say that he has died. Not out of denial but because his spirit possessed so much energy while he was on this side of the Earthly realm: with his music and artistry, Michael Jackson will never die in my heart ...

I have contemplated writing a blog entry for a month. I had zero energy to do so the night that we all heard the bad news... I felt weak. I remember writing on my Facebook status for that day June 25th that "I was feeling great..." I went home from work, got in the bed to take a nap into sweet dreams but woke up to a phone call in a beautiful nightmare. I had no idea what was going on in the world while I was asleep. My Blackberry rang, it was my mom she said "Yellowswan... Michael Jackson died". I immediate broke inside like glass against a wall. I turned to CNN and seeing the breaking news in the yellow box, cameras at the UCLA Ronald Reagan Medical Center... I immediately cried for someone I never met before but I felt a relatively sense that he was a friend for life for many years... I told my mom while crying "Now I can't write that song with him in the studio..." I felt like there was no reason to dream anymore - I almost lost the want and feelings of doing music. The number one person, the only person I ever wanted to work with is gone... what was the point? LA Times confirming something so... this did not seem true. Legends never die: Michael Jackson died? No...

I jumped onto Twitter... the news was true. I turned to MTV and they were playing all of his videos as were other music video channels. The feeling of that day: the world stopped. Hate all you want, but when the news broke that Michael Jackson had passed, the world stopped. Watching his videos on Youtube was always something that I did on my late weekend nights. I would search for one video and that would lead to another and I would just get lost in music videos. Watching his video "Another Part of Me" live from the Bad played by MTV reminded me of finally getting the message beyond the surface while I was living in Germany; when I really looked deeper into what he was saying, I felt sad because I could not let Michael know that: I got it - Man I understand you loud and clear, your message is so right. The music to "Liberian Girl" was always so enchanting to me... and seeing the video listening to those enchanting lyrics crossed me in touch to my spiritual side: Michael's soul was making that walk home. And ... blank... His passing shook my core and I did not expect it to be that way. I read other blogs on the internet and I was not the only person feeling this way. I would be at work quiet, going to Google looking at his images and I would have a moment when I teared up at my desk. I hear stories now that I was not the only one - It made me feel a bit better but sad because we were all feeling the same pain.

The entire weekend of the 27th of June, I felt a return to the magic that I always felt and saw whenever I heard Michael music or watched his performances. The return of the magic was a reminder of the greatness of his talent. I always felt a return to my childhood almost like it was time to say goodbye... but I refuse to say goodbye - "Never can say goodbye..." . Michael Jackson's music will always be the soundtrack to my life. From birth to now: his music strikes a chord almost like it fits into my DNA. It was meant to be there. I suddenly felt like I visiting my childhood all over again memories that I had not thought upon for years suddenly came back - and I needed these memories ... Listening to the music from his Jackson 5 to Thriller days reminded me of my grandmother's house. I remember listening to "Don't Stop Til You Get Enough" and I can honestly say that this song is why I wanted to do music. I wanted to learn music to see the machinery of this song. This song stayed with me my whole life: this song re-energizes me in such a way like an explosion. If I am having a bad day and this song comes on KA-BOOM! - Everything that was I was upset or stressed about: it has been bombed away. "Off The Wall" - like the song says "gotta leave that 9-5 up on the shelf, and just enjoy yourself". "Rock With You" - I swear I remember listening to this song when I was a tiny tot in my grandmother's living because I was throwing pennies into her closet to the beat.

To this day; the Thriller video still scares me. It has the same fearful effect that it had on me the first time I saw it. I will be turning 29 years old next month, and I can't watch the video past the part when Michael is dancing like a zombie. I live near the woods... put it together... its dark in those woods. "Billie Jean" ... moment of silence. This to me is Michael Jackson's signature song. I remember being amazed at four years old at how the floor lit up whenever he walked on the tiles. Yes I went to my grandmother's kitchen and imitated the same. "Beat It" - ok I have my own four year thought at this video. When you are young, you have your own understanding of things. And I always thought that the reason that Michael went downstairs in this video was because he was trying to sleep, and the guys downstairs were making noise. Seems logical right? In my child mind it did. And in a way I was right. The gangs were down on the streets making noise and Michael was not having it. Michael brought gangs together for one moment not to fight, and the LAPD couldn't even do that. Michael Jackson's fan base crosses gender, race, social and country lines. The man was the most popular person in the world since the Thriller album was released. This album is untouchable. 60 million units stands in between "Thriller" album and the second best selling album of all time. And with the way each generation has discovered his music, re-added it to their collections, I don't see that record ever being broken. Michael told yall he was bad. Yes he was... Bad as in good for those who ahh keep reading...

The Bad era: YES! I remember seeing the clips on TV from his Bad tour and not understanding why everyone was passing out. I don't think there is any other artist out there today, that can fill up stadiums and have people faint by just standing on stage with no music... can you think of anyone? I didn't think so. I always wanted to be the girl from the "The Way You Make Me Feel" video. I remember being seven years old and standing on a storage crate in the middle of my bedroom; pretending to sing this song to my second grade crush. It was a cute memory. My empathetic side broke through by this time, "Man In The Mirror" made me cry. And I don't know how many times I have destroyed by ankles throughout the years imitating the "Smooth Criminal" video. Can you do the lean? Did you know that Michael got that move patented? Coincidentally, a week before MJ's passing I found this video. Michael Jackson always paid tribute to those who came before him, and I will always pay tribute to MJ for being the great teacher he was. Another coincidence on that same night was something in my mind told me look up Jackson's entry on Wikipedia: amazing. I always loved me some Michael Jackson. I just wish he knew how much he was loved by us, his fans.

"Dangerous... the girl is so dangerous". Christmas 1991 I was in the sixth grade. I saw a gift under the tree with my name on it. Sneaky me, I noticed that they were two cassette tapes. One was MC Hammer's "Too Legit To Quit" and the second was Michael Jackson" Dangerous". When I was in sixth grade, I was at a time in my life when I begin to shut down everything around me: I became quiet and I would not talk. I didn't feel accepted. And every time I open my arms up for acceptance, I was torn down. The age of eleven... was so hard. I didn't like school or my home life. The only thing that I found comfort in was: music. It was my security blanket. I went to school one morning, and snatched the tapes from under the tree. I listened to the Hammer tape, but what really stuck with me was the "Dangerous" album. I stared at the album cover for the longest time... and I still do. I like to decipher things. I also noticed that this was a time when Michael hid himself more. This album and some might disagree was best with the R&B songs. I still say that "Can't Let Her Get Away" should have been the second single. It should have been a single period. Michael at his best was funky. I did not like the world around me when I was eleven years old. I was picked on at school, and was bullied in my neighborhood. I couldn't even sit on my porch without the idiots from the neighbor hood wanting to come over and tease me. I never threw the poison back because I did not hate in my heart... so I just stayed in the house. "Do You Remember the Time..."yes! Who else can buy broadcast network time and premiere their videos... I'll wait. Nobody... only Michael Jackson can do that. I was into my second year of playing the clarinet by this time and music saved my life. It gave me shelter. This album was a breakthrough for me... and these memories of my life came back full blast during that 27th of June weekend... God knows I needed to be reminded of the drive that I had when I was 12 years old. I wanted to tell Michael how much he meant to the twelve year old me... I just wanted to say thank you. God I hope he knows how much we thank him.

We played his music in marching band. Even dedicated field shows to his music. When the "His-Story" album came out, all of us gave a "Scream" when we FINALLY saw Michael and Janet in the same video. YES! I know the whole dance. Because yet again, I watched this video over and over again. Tell me you don't lift up your shirt in the car while driving during the dance break? Be honest: you wanted to wear some leather pants but gave it up and left it to Janet? This video was a statement that Michael made over and over again throughout his career on almost every album. This time, he brought his sister on team with him. And I love how Janet always had/has her brother's back. And in case you didn't know, "Scream" was co-written and produced with Jimmy Jam and Terry Lewis. If I was in the studio during that time with those four people, pass me one of those gurney's from the Bad tour, I would have fell out.

To this day I still do the stair dance that Michael does during the "Rock My World" video. I was living in Germany when this song came out from the "Invincible" album. And I remember my heart going "yes" that he was back making more music. Raise your hand if "Butterflies" takes you to another place. I don't ever want to come down from "Heaven Can Wait"- its so bittersweet listening to that song while we realize that he has passed... Heaven couldn't wait. God is always in control. Le sigh...

I can go on and on about every MJ song but his music had that major effect on me. And I always daydreamed even up to the week before he passed that he would win a Grammy for the song that I wrote for him. I had this weird idea that I was going to write him a number one song to bring him back to the top.But as we see, Michael was always number one. Michael will always stay on the top. There will never be another person like him. I don't care how many lookalikes or imitators you show me: they are not in line to take his throne. The world is so quick to crown someone the next Michael Jackson, the next Janet Jackson or the next Madonna. There can only be one. Immortal he is not, but Michael Jackson will live on forever with his music... Nah I don't really think there will ever be another like Michael, even in the year 4000... only God knows.

And if we were feeling this way I can't even imagine the pain his family feels; his family I pray that God continues to send them strength. And wow... the memorial service... for the first time it taught me to celebrate the spirit of the person. People talk so much about how Michael changed his appearance throughout the years. I did not care about that at all. We don't know about his life, only God knows: and I thought that his soul was beautiful. You could always sense that his soul came alive on stage... that taught me another lesson. You have to operate in the energy that you came to this world to be. You have to be yourself. If you don't you get weak: I learned that lesson years ago and indeed now, I need to break out. The memorial service taught me so much... your body and soul go hand in hand. Cliche as it sounds, you really need to have a peaceful soul... this summer is showing me a lot of lessons and I am just taking it all in because I want to be a better person.

I will just say that I felt like I lost a brother/cousin/friend/father/music teacher all in one the day that Michael passed away. So much inspiration from my childhood that I felt all over again has come back to me. And maybe that is in God's essence... the Lord does work in mysterious ways... Oh Michael I just say thank you soul brother... you came here to the world from God to do a job and you did it well. Peaceful blessings on the other side into your next life and beyond... thank you man...

God Don't Like Ugly 2:15 PM

I learned at a very young age that not everyone is going to like me and I am not going to become friends with everyone that I meet. And I am ok with that. I have a deep intuition whenever someone does not like me and whenever that intuition kicks in, I back away from that person and I concentrate and continue my fun with those whom I do get along with. But sometimes, unfortunately - there are those that do not like me (reasons unknown to me) for whatever reason known only to them. I never cursed at them or called them out of their name, you don't like me and that is fine. But stay on your side and I will stay on my side. I ignore you and you ignore me - keep it kicking. But when you always react negatively in my presence, that's when I question your sanity and wonder if you could pass a drug test. Don't constantly hunt me down and look for ways to be a bitch because at the end of the day it shows that you are not happy in your life. I am so sorry if you are lonely and without a man or woman - but don't take that ish out on me. That's between you and misery, misery to whom I will never be company.

I would rather be sitting on a hill of gold by my damn self than to be in a puddle of shit with other empty people - the same empty people that you so much adore and don't have JACK, absolutely nothing going for themselves - yeah hate on me because you are doing nothing but help me shine.

I don't go out of my way to make friends with everybody, I don't kiss ass and I never will. But when you act like ass for no reason, that's when I turn the other cheek and pray. As much I want to twirl my rebuke baton on this person, I won't because I don't want to give in to this dumb war. I have better things to do. EVERY time this has happened to me in my life, something bad has happened to the other person. Its called Karma. And that's why I learned that you don't have to throw stones - everything will work out in the end. Having a hater let's me know that I am doing something right.

So God bless you and keep hating with your miserable self. Nobody wants an ugly woman...

Relax and Smile. 7:50 PM

I really REALLY enjoyed my Memorial Day weekend. I had three and a half days off and I could not have been happier to get my weekend started four hours earlier than I had expected. I was given the opportunity to take a half day from work and I escaped like I was running from Alcatraz. To top it off, it was pay day Friday and I was set. I spent the weekend with my boyfriend, my family, boyfriend's family and it was so good. As much as I don't like the summer heat, I spend as much time as I can outside. Number one, I need energy from the sun or I will look like vampire all flushed out. And Number two, you don't realize how much you miss going out and having fun until you get a 9 to 5. To me it seemed like Monday was over before I knew it. And the next thing I know I was reaching for my Blackberry to hit the snooze button. I am not a morning person. The only way that I am a morning person is when I am doing something fun like going on a trip or doing something that does not have to do with work.

I could not get into my flow at work at all. I did not even feel like taking a bite of my sausage biscuits. I just sat there, logged into my computer and went on with my routine. And then there was the issue: routine. Sometimes life gets so routine that you become bored because you already know what to expect. As the day went on, I started going back 4 years ago when I first started out at the company that I work for now. I might have been making a lot less, but you know what, I was happy and there is a bit of innocence from that summer of 2005 that I always miss. Something about that summer with me coming out my shell made that a summer that I long to have again.

The summer of 2005 was great when I finally decided to tell my then boyfriend to kick rocks. He was in Iraq at the time and that relationship was on its way through the cracks so everything happens for a reason (and I am glad that it did). Sidenote: I can't tell a lie, I was sad. I remember sleeping on the damn floor and not wanting anything to eat for a whole week. I remember checking his Myspace and then one day I just told myself to "Stop this BS!" - I made a bet that I could make it through the day without checking his profile and that I would distract myself by paying more attention to myself. And voila, it worked. Eventually I got over him and the pain went away. I do remember a little retail therapy excursion with my mom that did the trick and I just sought ways to make myself better. I came out of my shell and had the best summer ever.

But now its 2009 - that was four years ago. And somehow some kind of way, I have went back into my shell and I am not having it. I can't tell you how many times a day while I am taking my many trips to the printer that I tell myself "this is some BS, wtf..." - Don't get me wrong I like my job but I know that this will and can not be forever.

I think somewhere between 2005 to 2009, I became an adult during the day and the kid in me just got smarter and both want to show out. If I don't schedule some fun time my hair is going to covered in gray and that is so not cute. I don't think they do gray haired sew-ins. So for now let me stick to my 1B and plan my trip to the beach. You know you want to come :)

BTW, I got my college acceptance letter last Thursday. Go me :)

Happy Memorial Day! 1:33 PM

No words needed, just watch these videos as a reminder to how we started 2009.

Fired Up Friday: May 15, 2009 Edition 3:06 PM

Fired Up Friday is going to be a regular feature on this blog as a way for me to vent about the things that people have done through out of the week to fire me up. My spirit is kicking with the mess that I have seen this week.

- Just because you are your own boss does not mean that you can not get CHECKED. - I don't care how high you are up on the corporate chain, your tea will be clocked someday. This is a recession and I suggest that you act right.

- In the words of Love B.Scott - I don't shit what you eat. - In other words, I am not affected by your ISH! I had to clock a co-worker's tea yesterday - even had to squeeze some lemon for tang. I was not at work on Wednesday due to personal family related issues (just giving the background read on...) so when I got to work Thursday, the only thing that I had on my mind was getting my work day started to catch up from the day before. First off, the printer in the office did not work, the spool file was full from the day before - the tech person was trying to print something so his file got stuck in the system, which caused everyone else to have their files sitting in spool. So when I get their Thursday morning, I can't print anything. So I run downstairs to get the name of the printer so I can add it to my computer. I said "hello" to my co-worker and the manager sitting in the office. The manager heard me but the co-worker did not. He was sitting there mad for no damn reason - bitchassness - its a pandemic. So 5 minutes later when I am back upstairs at my desk, co-worker wanted to be an asshole saying "why did I not speak to him?" JIGGA WHAT? - Beyonce sing the soundtrack "Stop the track..." - I told him "I spoke to you.. Is this what you are really calling me for ..." then I said it again "Is this REALLY what you are calling me for?" - This jigga was mad because he said he called my desk yesterday to call in and nobody was there. WTF are you calling me for, I am not a manager. Da hayell? Beyonce bring it back again "Stop the track..." - why call me? He was mad thinking I avoided a damn call that I was not even at work to get - JIGGA YOU DON'T PAY MY BILLS DA HAYELL! - I was out of work because a relative of mine was sick and you want to come with this BS... " - I had to hit him with the sound of a dialtone. So now he is trying to kiss my ass calling trying to do me favors. Jigga you know you wrong keep it moving right along. Figure out your own shit. Wipe me down. And still I stay fierce. I don't have time for stupid people at work. He needs me more than I need him, always calling asking questions. SMDH. I avoid calls for real now. I don't have time for mess. My blood pressure up and thangs... Shoot.

My black card is not up for sale just because my boyfriend is Mexican American.- I don't get mad at the looks that I get from people whenever I walk into a restaurant or Wal-mart. Case in point: other Mexicans just pretend they don't see it while my fellow black people look like they are going to have a secret black people meeting without me to create a treaty to take my black card away. I don't get mad at the looks I just SMDH at the way people react like I am an alien with blue skin or some ish. This past week I went to a Chinese restaurant with my boyfriend and his mother - the looks that this black family gave me made me think that they sent Jesse and Al the FIST signal (in place of the Batman signal) - with the looks they were giving me the entire time I was there. What made it obvious was that their daughter (who was 13 or so) would turn completely around and look me - dead give away she was looking at me because no one else was sitting in that area but us. So what did I do whenever they turned look at me, I turned around acting like I was looking at what they were looking at knowing that nobody else was behind me giving them the silent sign of "WTF yall looking at." So the mom tried to put her cast up against her face trying to bitch block but I am up on game. But they really need to teach their daughter not to be so obvious - that mess will get you stomped with the wrong person. I just laugh because 1) I am happy 2) these people don't pay my bills and 3) its funny as hell because people acting like I am harming them and I am not. Mind your own business in 2009.

Its 2009, if you can wipe , wipe your own ass - point blank. - I understand the point of helping people when they are down but there is a point where you need to wipe your own ass. How can you not be ashamed to go into debt, not be able to pay your bills, use people up to the point they change their numbers , people avoid you - so you know you are in trouble - the only place you can turn is to a food bank, they give you a food card but you are too ashamed to use it. But you would rather ask your friend for 10 dollars. Jigga please. Times are tight, get what you can. If you don't want that food card, give it to someone that really needs it - If I could get an EBT card, I would swipe the hell out of it, and yell COOKOUT! You don't want to pay your bills because 1) you are lazy - 2) you can't keep a job because you don't want to be responsible - you are just lazy as hell. So you find a girlfriend that is just as lazy as you are so you go around having sex with no protection - neither one of you has a plan - but you want to take the money away from someone that really needs it? This is based on people that I actually know and I have to put it out there because I can't stand slackers. Get off your ass! SMDH If these two have a baby, I am calling social services my damn self. Jesus take the wheel.

Bugs Better Bounce 6:13 PM

Do you see how big this damn bunny is? I live right beside a wooded area and almost every morning I see one of this bunny's smaller version cousins out and about. And all I have to do is stomp my foot and say "GET!" (a southern thing) and it bounces on its way. I don't play with wild animals - I will leave that up to Siefried&Roy, and anybody else that does not understand what the word "wild" means. I remember one time I was leaving my place to get some Wendy's because a girl was hungry - I was just walking from the porch when I saw a rabbit just sitting there across the way in the cross so I did the southern river dance "get from me yonder" hop and yell. This rabbit did not move - so I did it again, Brother Bugz gave me the message that tonight was not the night because apparently he had some things on his mind- so you think I still crossed this bunny's path? Nope, I took my butt back in the house and cooked - did not feel like having my leg attacked during a revenge attack. This leads me to the article that accompanies this photo: (SMH...)

Karl Szmolinsky, who raises a breed of rabbits called giant grays, shows Robert, an 8.5kg giant gray who is 74cm long and has ears 25.5cm long, in the backyard of his house in Eberswalde, Germany in 2006. Szmolinsky sold eight giant grays to a delegation from North Korea that wanted to raise the breed as a source of meat for the North Korean population. Szmolinsky said his rabbits reach a maximum weight of 10.5 kg (23.1lbs.).

Ok first things first: how bored can you be to want to raise something that could one day attack you? Why do we as humans feel like we can always tame wild animals? There is not enough carrots in the world that would make this rabbit be some body else bitch just to skin him to make a $1000.00 fur coat. Let's just pray that this coat goes to Cassie or Rhianna because the naked the pictures were just too much. And this man sold eight of these bad boys to North Korea as a source of meat? Now who exactly will be the person doing the eating: the rabbit or the people? I'm just saying: never eat something that is big enough to attack you.

If I saw this big size rabbit instead of its 5 ounce cousin, forget going back in the house, I think I would have just moved.

TNT On Me 6:53 PM

"TNT" - Theophilus London

I found this song while listening to the latest Gordon Gartrell Radio podcast. For some reason, everytime this song was finished, I found myself rewinding my iPod so that I can keep playing this song but then I had to hunt this song down and download it singularly, in its entirety. I refuse to let Lil Wayne and the other ills of Top 40 radio be call that I use for music enjoyment. If you like this song, get into it. And leave the radio alone.