B&B (Books and Bitch Ass Niggas)

The hurricane was a fucked up situation, we all know that. It was something that took people so long to get it taken care of, even though things happened so fast, it sucks that the city wasn't ready for it, when they were warned years ago. There's a lot of people who believe that it was just that easy to evacuate. How could it be that easy to evacuate when more than half the people there were poor, they can't go anywhere anyway? The more I think about it, I am sure if it was somewhere like Idaho, it would have been easier for cats to move out and survive some how some way. This ties into my theory about natural disasters and what is going on with this country. It is called bad karma; if you fuck with someone else's, it is only right that yours is gonna get fucked with.

Gas, I won't even talk about that shit. 50+ dollars to fill up a Buick?....Sheeeit.

Like I said, I am working on a novel, and that explains my hiatus from the blog. Too much time writing can fry a nigga's brain. So far, I am halfway done with my first chapter, and I decided after 5, I just might give y'all a lil taste, but not until my best critic (K*), gives me yay or nay. And do not think for one second that it's gonna go without it being copywritten, for all your bitin' ass muhfuckas out there. Looking at my ticker, I can tell y'all been anticipating and I appreciate the love. For the record though, I am all right. For those of y'all who know about my writing talents or who think that I have any, just know that you are going to be in for a treat when the time comes.

I am not sure when the next time I will hit the library is going to come but when I do, I have a couple things for you all, including more incidents at the mall, another top ten, with the title to be announced, and my up and coming anniversary post.

I don't normally read other dude's posts, because when you are the Champ, you really don't need to read anyone else's. However, my girl put me on to one that I had to take a gander at. Bruthacode's blog and mine seems to share some of the same points but not all, he's still seems like a cool dude. I haven't read Reef's posts in a minute but I still consider him my dog, and one other blog that I use to read that I seldom go back to now and again, consider it my guilty pleasure to read such bullshit, but we'll get to that later.

Now that was quick wasn't it? Now I am sure if y'all cats remember when I first started this thing there was a little drama/saga/episode/whatever the fuck you want to insert here. If you have been reading lately, I never addressed this dude ever since me and K* have been together, because one, the shit is pointless. Two, you are not that important to me, at all. Three, all of the above. I am not gonna go into detail about the past, if you want the past you can go into the first three months of the archives of this year. But in the event of keeping enemies close, I decided to read this niggas blog in order to see if he grew if anything, a brain. Unfortunately, dickface here still can't seem to get K* out of his system and proceeded to talk about it as if trying to get a rise out of me. Now the first three months, I looked at the shit as this dude being an ex boyfriend (cuz hey I was once there). But when you find someone new and not only claim you call in love with them, and put them on a higher pedestal than the person that you were with, how can you be in your right mind, be still talking about your ex they way you do? Even after six months I thought well maybe dude is confused. Maybe he had a replacement and it didn't work out for him, but remember he is in "love". Y'all can judge for yourselves looking at his shit, because now it has been a year and the shit is still going on. The question in my mind is, "What is it gonna take for this shit to end?" Because sooner or later, I'm gonna be on his turf. As much as I don't want this to take an ugly turn, a confrontation is imminent. I mean, I was gonna comment on his post, and I still might, and it is good that I am telling y'all this first. It is easy to predict that he is going to take my words and use them as an attempt to call me immature, which won't piss me off more, because I am a happy man when I am right. As much as I would like to punch him in the face, I figure I will address him with words first to let him know that I am still around, and mind you THIS DUDE HAS A GIRL. I don't know, you call it. Put yourself in my shoes...

Shottanix*, I am ok, I got your words, and I will keep you posted.
Mom's birthday coming up soon.
All my September birthdays, Happy Birthday. This el's for you.

I'm out, y'all be good.
Enjoy this last bit of summer.

Da Champ