Truth and Consequences....

These past few days have been the most confusing days of this month.  I won't go and say my life, because trust, I've had alot more worse days than these.  At the same time, I also feel relieved because I was able to get alot off my chest that I should've taken care of some time ago, the world has been lifted off my shoulders.....exhale.  Feel that?  that's me breathing again. 

For the cats who I mention in these blogs whether good or bad, understand that I type the same way you write in a diary or journal.  As things happen in my life, I don't immediately run to the computer to type it down, I wait until either the day (or week) is over and I see how I feel later then you get these thoughts, these words.  Some actually have the nerve to ask me "yo, why you gotta get at me like that?"  for the ones who need this question answered, here you go - one paragraph just for you...

I shout you out simply because you don't have enough in you to get at me as a person.  You being insecure with yourself, as well as the lack of integrity causes you to avoid confrontation, thus resorting to measures such as leaving me voice mails, and emails stating whatever it is that you feel will produce some type of negative attitude or reaction.  Simply put, you underestimate me as a person, as a friend, or whatever it was you considered me as.  If that is not what you call bad judgement on your part, so be it.  My job isn't to help you feel better about pissing me off or hurting me, how does that look?  For me to keep it in would be just as dumb as letting cats like you go unnoticed, so there's your answer.

I made the mistake of reading someones journal by accident (believe me or not it WAS an accident).  The shit that was said about me, I mean real feelings, real thoughts, all this I read.  You know what?  I got caught too, my first instinct was to question it, so I did.  I was told that these were feelings "at the time", not to worry, yet all I did was worry, because the person who I thought I could put my trust into turned their back on me when I thought we were stronger than that.  Me being a dumb ass, I stayed in contact with the person, trying to believe what was said over what was felt.  Word of advice, in a situation like that, go for what was felt, cause that journal wasn't left there for my viewing enjoyment, so whatever it was, it was there for sometime.  Me?  Just the person who thought everything was cool, when it really wasn't. Unlike alot of dudes out there, I opened up everything to my girl, good and bad.  If she chose to stay, then that's her decision, leave-same thing, but I was open, I told the truth, I didn't lie, or keep it bottled up. I just wonder how long this would've went on if I didn't read this journal.  Guess I'll never know...To the point though, what I'm saying is don't read this and automatically think I don't want anything to do with you.  That's not the case, if you pay attention just from these words alone, then as a person you should know that I am a pretty good friend, with those qualities that friends are supposed to have, those things that are missing in 2004.  I can't stress enough that I don't pull punches, so letting you know about yourself is not a problem with me.  I can take as well as dish, I just don't know why some of you feel as though you can't talk to me like I talk to you.  If you don't like something I said, then give me a call I'll be happy to explain what I typed, and why I typed it.  If you let it ride, and decide not to talk to me after, then I will take it upon myself to believe what I wrote is the truth about the REAL you, and thank you for the exit out of my life. 

Looks like Kobe got some good news, message to black people, it ain't over til its over.....
I think that next week I will go to the casino, for some reason I just want to play blackjack.
I understand that its see thru nite at some club in DC.  All I know is, if I walked in and saw a dude with something see thru on, then I need to put the el down for life....
Shout out to the Miami Heat, hey Laker fans, are you still Laker fans??? 

To the dude who I had to give it to in the parking lot on Thursday night, why oh why did let your girl get out of the car?  I was going to let your words slide, add that to my list of crazy things said at a red light, but nooooooooo it was all fucked up, she came out like she wanted it.  Sucks you had to get a concussion thanks to her getting involved, I must say though if you didn't break up with her yet, then please do, otherwise you will get your ass whipped alot more behind her mouth. See what pride do?  Imagine that, words of advice from the same dude who whupped your ass, and people say I'm an asshole? 

want a new spades partner......want someone to break bread with.....just a random thought.

No list of shout out's, yall know who cool with me. If you don't then keep reading. 

I'm out like Kobe....for now (KIDDING)
Da Champ