The End of an Era

This is crazy, one week and we have enough shit and twists that HBO would have a field day turning this into one of their short movies. So this is a new day, and I find myself waking up with a better attitude than yesterday. (Thanks to all who didn't call me during the hours of 7am to 2pm) I did have a fit last night before I went to work, because I had so much on my mind. With all this shit that done happened (for the story from 3 different cats peep site on my last blog "Ain't This A Bitch" and check out JRthKing@blogspot.com. If you want the female version my homie *K has the other version on Kaycee24@blogspot.com. Now that we have that squared out, I said what I had to say in my last blog, what gets me to talking about this today is that now I have a friend down the way who I know is hurting like hell, hey *JR, you got damage control duty. Me? I can't do much from where I'm from, yet I feel like I need to call one of my teammates in Brooklyn for her input on this matter. Unfortunatley, this is my own judgement call, I don't take to kindly when chicks try to use a brotha, I have my own shit over this way I still need to deal with, no I haven't forgot about you *M, I'm just being patient. Maybe by Friday, this whole thing will be out of my system and I go back to being Thumper, but right now, I'm still hot over this shit. Damn near burnt my damn porkchops just a while ago. Shit.

Well, with all this said, I have had second thoughts about Trinidad, I checked online and come to find out that the Carnival is only two days. Two fucking days???? What kind of vacation is that? I could go to the West Indian Social Club in CT spend $20 and get the same shit - minus the costumes and masks. So now Amsterdam (my first choice) sounds like the winner. I checked their little club and party scene, shit they don't shoot each other there. Sounds good to me. You see, I consider myself vegetarian when it comes to clubgoing (no chickenheads, no beef). That's why I don't club here like that. Last 3 times I went to a club, the first someone was stabbed no more than me being in there for 5 minutes, the second I saw a girl get jumped and get the 300 (that's a buck-50 apiece on each side of her face), and the last I found myself smack dab in the middle of a parking lot while cats were bustin at each other, slamming each other on windshields and shit. So why Amsterdam? I think Jamaica is played out, the Bahamas is well to strict on rules, I CANNOT GO TO MEXICO, and Brazil maybe what's poppin now, but plane tickets are a muthafucka in price. I want to vacation, chill, relax, get away from this place for a minute. I think I deserve that, after this year I've had.

To *JR, although we don't talk much, thanks for the comment, I know you's hot too. Holla at the kid, via email.

*K, brush the dirt off sis, you did what you could.

Enjoy Rescue Me, I slept on this show, but seeing that it came on after Nip Tuck, I realize that it's pretty good.

Da Champ