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Friday, November 2, 2007
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Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Hello y'all. I have reader. One to five o' y'all. Anyway, went to nice new restaurant in town today, Mexican food. Chiptole. Pretty good. Anyway I bought a data cable for my phone. So soon I will be posting video and images from my phone. Stay tuned still. The camera will make a timely return. But for now, the phone has it.
Bombed by The Black Rider at 7:43 PM
Sunday, September 9, 2007
What a weekend I had. Went to a party at Island Rock on Thursday night. Had a blast. Danced with a bunch of girls. Friday I got paid. My short term memory seems to be going cause I can hardly remember the things I do sometimes. I believe I went to Jamaica avenue on Friday evening to sell some mixtapes. Saturday I put a car on ebay for someone. Pray it sells. Here is the link 98 Nissan Maxima se
I also got some comics. Look for more comic posts. I'm a do this right. Trust me. I got Kanye West's album also. Pretty good stuff.
Sunday I did my laundry. Fixed the car radio in my Ford Explorer. I should have pictures of all of this but I don't. I will soon though. I'm a draw some considerable attention though. Taking pictures and shit. Then I did a job with my dad. Made a little pocket change. Then I came home and watched the VMA's. Brittney looks fat. She was the shit seven years ago. She pails to what she was then. but then again so do I. Seven years ago I had a full hairline. She is trying though. See where she goes. Kanye had the best performance of the night to me however. He rocked it wit T Pain. Get your hands high y'all. Keep on chucking. The Black Rider rides again.
Saturday, September 8, 2007
I do not know why I am doing this but I guess its better than not doing it so here goes. I could be doing more with my blog and I will. I promise you I will. I got Kanye West's album today. Pre release. Not his best work. Still good however. Bought a Passa Passa DVD last week. Watched it today. Waste. Er one's trying to be a reality tv star. I wanted to see a party. Instead it them fucking around in their hotel and everything. Waste. Well there goes. See yall later. Yeah right. Yall aint even reading.
Saturday, August 25, 2007
Wus up strangers. Nothing going on tonight. Nothing on today. Nothing going on period. Went to party last night and got trashed. Should have took some pictures but there were too many girls there, so I partied instead of documented. Beenie man was there. I was drunk as hell. Got a ride home from my friend and his wife, my cousin took me to pick up my car today. Thank God for good friends. I've never been that drunk in a very very long time.
I rented "Fracture" last night, staring Ryan Gosling and Antony Hopkins. Good movie but not all that I had expected it would be. Anyway guys, I got a lot of thinking and sorting out to do. The Black Rider is under some duress, so to my two viewers a day, stay tuned. This blog is gonna get a whole lot better.
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Thursday, August 23, 2007
Wus up Blogland? It's your boy The Black Rider again with another rip from the tip. What have I got for you today? Well still ain't got no new pictures so sorry about that, not that y'all care anyway, I'm only averaging like two page views a day according to Google analytics. So for the two I have today, I ain't got no pictures. Suck it up.
Well, I've seen some more movies. I seen "The Perfect Stranger" staring Halle Berry and Bruce Willis. Very bad movie. That movie is so bad. Halle Berry is sexy in it though. Very nice looking is she. And they make good use of that showing the back of her breasts and having her in a few sex scenes, though no full on frontal nudity of her melons in this flick however. Bottomline, the story lines in this movie are ridiculous, not that I'm going to spoil this ridiculous attempt of a movie for anyone, but for those of you who haven't seen it (Don't see it y'all) the twist in the end is just lazy. Same thing like Basic Instinct 2. I'm tired of movies where they feel as if they are tricking you all along and pull of some implausible twist at the end. It's ridiculous. WE DON'T BELIEVE YOU.
A good movie however is "The Good Shepherd". That movie I enjoyed a lot. Brilliantly paced and superbly directed by Mr. Robert Di Nero. Not too crazy about the racial undertones throughout the movie as I am a black man living in Long Island, New York, you white folks can keep your dirty laundry to yourselves please. This movie has got everything man, an all star cast, Matt Damon, Angelina Jolie, Alec Baldwin, William Hurt, and Robert Di Nero, the director and credited as a producer this time around takes a turn as acting as well.
I tell you, they got a Pathmark in my neighborhood, where I can rent DVD's for one dollar a day plus nine cents tax. It's this DVD machine. Fucking great it is. I been watching great movies to awful movies. I been watching so many movies I want to make a movie.
Well tha's it for now. If I had a dollar I would go to a club later tonight. But alas I'm perpetually broke as of late. No going out for the broke pocketed. So with these few words I say adieu to my two viewers a day, RIP Merv Griffin, and Godspeed Micheal Vick. Remember Mike, the rule is to "spay and neuter" not "slay and torture" your pets. Peace deux.
Bombed by The Black Rider at 8:13 PM
Sunday, August 19, 2007
I love my George foreman grill. Today I grilled hot dogs, chicken, burgers, bacon, potatoes, the potatoes did not go too well, but everything else did. George foreman grilled hot dogs taste so good on a Sunday. Nathan's hot dogs are the best. Oscar Mayer is pretty good too but it ain't no Nathan's. Meat and bread can get pretty pricey too. Good hot dogs and burgers can easily run you thirty bucks. That not including the bread. But you get home and grill it up on the bachelor's stove, it's all worth it. Right?
Usually on a Sunday my mom cooks an elaborate Sunday dinner with rice and peas and baked chicken and vegetables and potatoes. Not today. My parents are in Florida. They will be back come Tuesday. Did not go any parties last night. My partying has gone down significantly since last year. I been home every night this weekend. Which isn't to say I wont go out later tonight. It's still not midnight as I am writing this. And it probably won't be by the time I publish it. but it's more likely that I stay home tonight. I don't feel very restless.
I rented Basic Instinct 2 today. What a wretch of a movie. Lots of nakedness and sex. So what? This movie sucks ass. It's director should be taken out into the street and shot. I like a bad movie every now and then. But not this bad. Who makes movies like this. Were they all drunk out of their heads when they made this movie? I was a little drunk when I watched it (two Kettel One's and Cranberry juice and one Bacardi and Sunkist orange soda) and this movie still sucked ass. The sex scenes look like dry hump rehearsal and I watched the unrated version. Ugh.
TV was good. Girls tennis. Girls volleyball. Butt cheeks and butt cracks, nothing to complain about there. Unless its in Basic Instinct 2. Or is that movie supposed to be called Basic Inc STINKS too? You tell me.
And now I'm blogging about nothing. I'm Seinfeld remix, if I I should be so bold. With no pictures again. Not to worry though. I will be taking copious photographs this week. Look forward to some nice things.
Bombed by The Black Rider at 8:11 PM
Saturday, August 18, 2007
What's to say about the weekend so far. I saw the movie "Shooter" starring Mark Wahlberg and Danny Glover. Rented it from the Path Mark DVD machine. Dollar a day plus tax. Good movie. Also got some repairs done on my car. My parents are away in Florida right now. My brother is at a party. I'm home all alone today. Very empty inside here. I'm a go out and do something tonight. Don't know what yet. Have car will travel. We'll ser what happens.
Bombed by The Black Rider at 6:36 PM
Sunday, August 12, 2007
No pictures today. This was a very uneventful weekend. Did not even rent a movie. My Long Island life is paced and mundane at best right now. Spurred with a few shows and performances by my band and artist Profisi Culcha every now and then, I live a pretty boring life. Well when I have something real to write about I will. Till then, have fun folks and be good to each other. BTY, RIP Merv Griffin.
Bombed by The Black Rider at 6:57 PM
Sunday, August 5, 2007
Her neck smelled like hibiscus. I could lay my nose there all night and never come up for air. her skin was as soft as baby wipes. How tender and frail she was, and in the grasp of my strong hands, see seemed even so much more vulnerable. In our ferocious embrace, I beheld my every want and desire in a fiery cocoon.
"This is why we cannot be friends" she says.
In my mind I'm thinking she is so right. I am in love with her though I will never tell her, and she knows that I love her, though she will never let me know it.
"You have to go now. He will be here any minute. You cannot be here any longer."
It grudges me to leave. I am a nice enough guy. She is not my girlfriend, wife, nor fiance. She cannot be. The cheap wine we drank has not made me drunk enough to use inebriation as an excuse to hang around. I leave in humility with the image of her ample bosom fixed on face. At least i can still think about her. Whoever is picking her up now will have to compete with the work I have just done. And if I played my cards right, that hickey I left on her neck should provide just enough consternation to ruin her date.
I drive home in my beat up four door coup. A sky blue 1987 BMW. Snazzy ride for a 24 year old man in 2005 still living with his parents.
The road is dark, I do not know my way. I call my friend five times to help with directions. The glasses of wine inside me do not help any.
Two days later, I'm drinking again. Haven't said much to my amour. We are not in love I keep telling myself. I am a fool really, for I imagine that she will one day come to love me, though she tread me as feet does a wine press.
My friends and I are going to have a good time tonight. We are going to drink and smoke and fuck some sexy girls.
I've already have two glasses of Jamaican rum. We are smoking weed now. I am not really a weed smoker. I'm driving now. We are going to the club. I wipe out on the highway.
My car spins three times. The first time it spins everything slows down. A car drives by me at what appears to be five miles an hour. I hold on to my steering wheel extra tight. "Ten minutes after ten" I tell myself. "Ten past ten." Wham. I hit the divider. A concrete wall about three feet high that runs for about fifty miles or so. Sparks fly from the hood of the trunk as it slides along the concrete, the car is still going at about ninety miles an hour or so.
Another spin, I'm back in the middle of the road. Wham, I hit the divider again. This time I'm ejected from my seat. My head slams on the roof of the car. I feel something hit my nose. The car spins again and stops parked parallel to the divider facing the oncoming traffic in the center of an eight lane highway.
The car is smoking. I look into the rear view mirror to take a look at my face. Everything is OK. I feel my legs. Everything is OK. The car is smoking. It might explode. I do not know. I have to get out of there.
I open the door as best I can, unbuckle my seat belt and run. I'm running down the highway from a smoking car.
My friend saw the accident. They were ahead of me. I look at them. they look at me. They hug me. "The car just spin. I dunno what happened but it just started spinning."
"Lets get outa here before the police come. We do not want the to start asking questions"
I got to call home. Where is my phone? It's in the car. I think about leaving my phone behind. But that girl. I do not know her number by heart. If I leave my phone, I may never hear from her again.
The car is smoking, hssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss. "I'll be right back" I tell my friends. "I'll be right back."
Bombed by The Black Rider at 7:28 PM
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
What a Saturday night I had this weekend. Seen to fight coming home from the city on the LIRR. I do not have any photographs of that unfortunately. But I got pictures of the party I went to. This record is supposed to be coming out soon and The Black rider is involved. This is how we celebrated on Saturday night.
Bombed by The Black Rider at 10:14 PM
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
Sunday, July 15, 2007
Breaking free. Escape. It is what all bound men and women aim to do. Create a shelter for oneself and explore the unknown. However it seems rather difficult to do so under the confines and auspices of a full time job making someone else wealthy rather than making yourself wealthy. What is the secret. How do you get the limitless energy to put others demands of yourself aside and put yourself fist. I conclude that to do this and to survive this process, you must assume the position of king of your own domain. Lord of your own time, and you must fight to defend it, and fight to expand it as well. Life is as war and war is as life. And so it is.
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Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Today tomorrow, tomorrow today. Something bout the way that works huh? I'm really trying to be productive right now. What are the effective ways to grow and prosper? What are the effective ways to be successful? Who will have to be left by the wayside? What are the decisions that must be made to efficaciously promote success?
The answers to these questions I try to find. The promotion of success and prosperity. The removal of hate and complacency. The single mindedness of a hero.
Bombed by The Black Rider at 5:54 PM
Tuesday, July 3, 2007
Sunday, July 1, 2007
Saturday, June 30, 2007
Stay tuned to "The Black Rider" ladies and getlemen. Soon I will be incoopoerating video and pictures from my daily life. This will include exploits from my band, Profisi Culcha, my business, my music and everything thing else. Going to be a great ride.
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Saturday, June 23, 2007
Friday, March 16, 2007
Captain America is dead. What does this mean, and how does this happen? The pop icon for freedom and liberty passed away shot down by a snipers bullet in Captain America number 25. What does this symbolize for our western culture and our morals and values? To answer this question, first a little history.
As a lad growing up in Jamaica, West Indies I was a comic book fanatic. Every Saturday at the supermarket my goal was to hang out by the magazine stand and read all the comics on there. Superman, Spider-man, The Incredible Hulk, X men, Iron man, but I never really got into Captain America. He was extremely idealistic and the only place I came across him was in the Avengers series as he was their leader. He was always strong and wise and sagelike, with his super soldier powers and his Shield.
His story was an engrossing one how he fought Nazi's in WWII and was frozen in Antarctica only to be unearthed decades later to fight evil again in the Post Modern Era.
Thing was I wanted a Captain Jamaica too. But there was no Captain Jamaica or Captain Europe or Captain Africa or Captain Mexico or Captain South America. Captain America was it and that was that. I mean you had Superman and Batman too who were universal in their appeal of mortal men assuming extra ordinary roles. And they killed Superman too. Doomsday. It was huge. And and he returned from the dead too like Jesus did, fighting his way out of hell. I read it. But that was before 9/11, in peacetime. Israel and Pakistan were shaking hands. Clinton was the President of America and he assumed leader of the free world. It was a different time. It was the right time for Superman to die. It was the time of Jurassic Park and The Little Mermaid. We wanted to be terrified. And with all that prosperity and Liberty flowing throughout the West, Captain America was there, leading the avengers in the make believe universe fighting imaginary monsters.
Things are different this time. We need Captain America. The world does. We need a beacon of hope. Spider-man does not do it. He is too smug and not very noble.
In a world of global warming and Hurricane Katrina and an Occupation in Iraq, war in Afghanistan, the threat of nuclear war from North Korea and Iran, and the doomsday clock inching really close to twelve,the world is teetering on collapse.
They've killed superheroes before, Charles Xavier, the leader for the X men died, they cloned Spider man in the comics, dreadful mistake, the Killed the Thor, but they never did kill Captain America. They froze him to bring him back again. This time is different though. He dies. I've read the comics detailing his death and they did it great justice. The art and imagery is captivating, Marvel is on top of its game. My friends, at a time when the world needs Captain America he is murdered to boost sales.
That is sad to me but clearly honest. His death creates an interest, at midtown comics on 40th street and 7th avenue on Wednesday the flock of consumers racking up the Captain America titles were massive. And as it is in the real world so it is int he fantasy of many a fan-boy and fan-girl. The universe is in ambiguity with no strong leadr at a time of turmoil.
Who is our leader? President Bush who was once well liked by the heartland of America has a struggling approval rating and is losing power in his White House as he removes dictators and fights for 'freedom', Clinton who brought us peace and a balanced budget is an old fogey in his 60's (a time when many men are at their political prime) looking at the world turn without his calm steady hand. Joe Di Maggio is long dead so don't look to him. Michael Jordan is retired, Kobe is a dirty player among other things, Lebron James is not capturing the imagination of the world as we imagined, Yao Ming is a headline past, Derek Jeter it seems has lost leadership of America's favorite team to love and hate, and Alex Rodriguez and Barry Bonds are beloved just so we can jeer them, and as it is today, David Beckham has does not translate to America as he does to the world, and at his age it seems as if he will not, robbing him right now of the title of moral world leader. None can step up to be the moral compass of this country and the world.
And now Captain America has fallen prey to Capitalism. The world needs a Captain, right now, it's not Captain America. We killed him. What's Iron Man up to?
Saturday, March 3, 2007
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Monday, February 26, 2007
Sunday, February 25, 2007
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Saturday, February 24, 2007
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Friday, February 23, 2007
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Thursday, February 22, 2007
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Wednesday, February 21, 2007
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
Eloise and Abelard,
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Sunday, February 18, 2007
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Friday, February 16, 2007
So it's another Friday night. What are we going to do? Go out and get drunk, high and laid right? If you can afford to, by all means yes. But remember it is still the beginning of the year. Now is a good time to set your house in order.
We have a three day weekend guys. I think this is the best time to get ready to clean your house of all its clutter, throw out the trash, get your calendars and affairs prioritized and in order.
There is a lot of money to be made. Us humans have countless needs. Find out what your purpose is in this world. Become intentional. Make an offering.
I declare today set your house in order day. I know I will be doing it. Lets grow together and change the world for our children.
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Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
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Sunday, February 11, 2007
It is very cold here in New York. And my car drives very crazy. I have a 1993 Volvo 850. Good car. Mine is just old. 170,000 miles old. Driving that thing across the New York streets makes me feel like I'm in some futuristic film and I got a raggedy old car trudging over depressed terrain. And I can't afford to fix it.
I have no problem taking the bus. I should think about doing that, cause this car thing is taxing and right now it's just more than I can bear. Stay tuned though Blogville, I will have pictures of the show to show you guys, and it will all be edited with trusty Google Picasa.
Bombed by The Black Rider at 8:43 AM
Thursday, February 8, 2007
So she doesn't have to wake up anymore. Her pain will not weigh so heavily on her shoulders no longer. She can rest in peace.
Sure they will still duel over lawsuits and the paternity and the pathology and toxicology. But she will not be there for it. The pain became too much and she expired prematurely. What was left for her? The remnants of youth fading so quickly, her son suddenly dead on the day her second child was born. Her companion consistently raking in motherloads of mullah for her interviews and reality TV shows and her inheritance.
So many of the players in this parade are passed away. The 67 year old step son forging a block between Anna Nicole Smith and 500 million dollars: gone. The first heir to her fortune, her oldest male child: gone. Her companion is left to sort out the affairs now.
Mr. Howard K. Stern.
When will your tears fall. Who will do those million dollar entertainment tonight interviews? Is there a book to be released? Many questions arise now Mr. Stern, which I'm sure you have thought out the answers to. A lot of this stinks to high hell. A "commitment ceremony" after you stepson's death in the Bahamas, a beaming smile on both your faces.
She was tired. Very tired. She has left this world and said farewell. What say you?
Matters not much. Anna Nicole Smith is asleep now. And where she is, she is with old man daddy moneybags J. Howard Marshall, and her son Daniel, and she can relax. You are still here, and you Mr. Howard K. Stern, have statements to make.
Tuesday, February 6, 2007
Saturday, February 3, 2007
Sunday, January 28, 2007
Pretty good movie. White boy Justin Timberlake can act pretty good. He shows a great range of emotion going from happy go lucky to goonish very naturally.
But he is not the only good thing about this movie. The entire cast provided strong, adept, believable performances, saving a somewhat bland screenplay.
This is a good movie to eat popcorn and take a girl on a date out to. Not boring and you will not fall asleep. Emile Hirsch (the girl next door) is so so as Johnny Trulove, the antagonist in the film and Ben Foster (x-men the last stand) is dynamic as Jake Mazursky, a troubled drug dealer/thug whose antics set in motion the events that anchor the film.
If you like nudity guns and tragedy, this is the film for you. Another movie that has ample doses of nudity guns and tragedy is Smokin' Aces.
It's also got a lot more blood than Alpha Dog too, but less sex. It stars Jeremy Piven and a who's who of Hollywood big names, but the surprising standouts aren't even actors at all. Common and Alicia Keys steal the show. Look for Common upstaging and out acting Jeremy Piven in every scene they appear in together. And Alicia Keyes is one bad ass gun toting lesbian loving thug with a soft spot for bald headed tough guys.
The basic plot is Jermy Piven plays a drug addicted mob magician, Buddy Israel who's got a hit on his head for turning rat. The character is a fun one, but it seems as if Mr. Piven is too tired of playing the self destructive type to have any fun in this role. He pretty much sleeps through the movie.
But not to worry, Director Joe Carnahan has lots of eye candy that more than makes up for the cliche story lines and plot twists.
The costumes in this film are electric and the colors and cinematography are really expressive.
If anything the film could have used a car chase. My suggestion, and I'm not giving away anything here, have a spin off where Common and Alicia Keyes can really get busy and sink their teeth into their respective characters, and hopefully each other.
As far as date movies go, I give Alpha Dog a third base. Smokin' Aces, you're scoring baby.
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Saturday, January 27, 2007
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Thursday, January 25, 2007
Buckle up boys and girls. The deep freeze is here. Here are my two cents on how to avoid being frozen and/or victimized by this annual natural disaster in Concrete Jungle New York
1. Do not drive your hoopty.
Thas right. If you own a car thas over seven years old with old tires and shaky transmission and tires as smooth as a babies bottom, its probably best that you do not drive it when there is ice covering every square inch of the metropolis. You will more than likely have your car careen of a major highway, dilly and dolly on local roads and perpetually annoy everyone who has all terrain vehicles such as those fancy dancy SUV's and such.
2. Get a Lover
Hmm Hmmm, find another pair of thighs to rub on besides your own. If you don not do this you could freeze to death in your own bed. The clinical term for this is becoming frigid.
3. Drink Hot Chocolate
Never forget to drink HOT HOT chocolate. It has been rumored that a cold intestine is a dead intestine. Keep those suckers warm. You are going to need them to eat those summer hot dogs when it finally gets warm again 20 years from now.
4. Read My Blog.
Thas right. Nothing in this world is going to keep you more warm than this lil blog of mine. Come here for wit, commentary and entertainment. Come you huddled masses shivering in the cold. Come on to my blog and feel the warmth of my words. After all, what else are you going to do anyway? It's too cold for even reindeer games right now. Even Santa and his helpers took the night off.
Do these four things blogville, and you winter will be short, bitter, and merciless. If you don't, it will be long, bitter and deadly. Peace out. I am the The Black Rider, and these are my words.
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Thursday, January 18, 2007
Smoke anyone? Quite attractive isn't it. Fire is an alluring element. Smell it, smells like freshness, feel it, feels piercing and punishing, consuming its host in a passionate display.
Lyricist use it to evoke fury and promptness. Visual artists use it to illustrate activity and chaos. It is disturbingly attractive, and there is nothing quite as attractive to a doe eyed mob as a house on fire.
Literally or figuratively speaking, it will be hard to find anything that gathers a throng of onlookers, cameras, commentators, rescuers and miracle workers than a haven being demolished to nothingness and bare remnants.
I like to call it the vicious and merciless poem. Case in point: steroids, narcotics and amphetamines, lies, cheating and betrayal, disease, violence. Those of us who have been scorched, and decimated by these vices are catapulted to an arena of scrutiny, judgment, and verdict.
Look at the greats who after setting their houses on fire, or being set on fire by someone or something else, are hallowed and revered and held in the court of public opinion as either sacred, or savage.
Jimi Hendrix, Bob Marley, Barry Bonds, Martin Luther King Jnr, Tupac Shakur, Magic Johnson, Biggie Smalls, Mark Mcguire, Malcom X,
John F Kennedy, Abraham Lincoln, John Coltrane, Billie Holiday, Janis Joplin, Aaliyah, and the list goes on and on.
There are contemporary public figures now who's houses have burned, or is burning, and have been notarized and publicized as a result. The three obvious ones that come to mind are Britney, Paris and Lindsay. No last name needed right. And we are all having fun watching there houses burn. And it looks as if they nor us are interested in putting out the flames any time soon. What is important here is that we gather, and look.
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Monday, January 15, 2007
Good morning blogville. Don't we all miss summer? It has been a great winter here in Long Island New York, with no heat in my car, the weather has surely been kind to me. But I tell you what bums me about winter time anyway. Too much night.
I think I get to leave work pretty early everyday. 4:30 pm. And 15 minutes after I get home its dark outside. It wouldn't be so bad if it were like this all year, but you get so spoiled in the summer time. Imagine getting home and you have four hours of daylight left in your day. What motivation. Now all I have is fifteen minutes. Nothing is free right? So I figure you pay for your summer days with your winter nights.
Kind of a downer you know. The first thing you want to do is take a nap.
And sometimes you try to do it all night long. There will be no naked women for you boys and girls this morning. I'm to weary and too sleepy. Good Night.
Bombed by The Black Rider at 10:47 PM
Tuesday, January 9, 2007
With a title like that I'm sure my search engine appearances are likely to take a boost. Well the iPhone is out. That's it on the right. On the left is a sexy girl that has nothing to do with the topic. Just some eye candy. I know what's important in life.
It can go on a real web site, make a real phone call, and play a real mp3. It goes for 500 or 600 bucks and holds 4 or 8 gigs of ram. Wow. Apple even went and changed its name from Apple Computers to Apple inc. Looks like apple bout to stick its nose into everything. What's next? Apple bubblegum? What they need to do is start Apple records and sighn my ass cause they got a lot of money over there.
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Monday, January 8, 2007
Wus up world. Anybody got a car. I need a car. I need a Bugatti. That will do me just right. I need somone to buy one of my beats. Who wants to buy a beat. I make beats you know that. Buy my beats and make me rich please. It's no fun being broke and driving an old ass volvo. That car bout to break down soon. I'm on borrowed time now.
What I Really need is money though. If I make enough money, I can have all the cars, money and girls I want. Then I will be truly happy. And now for your gratuious photo of a sexy girl for no particular reason.
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Saturday, January 6, 2007
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