"a hood is a hood...." The SoD
So I found out that I just might have a job in Baltimore...yay. I also found out that my job is going to give me a raise soon....yay. I now have managed a way to get my credit on point and get the train to move faster...
planning the party of the year.
Other than that though its slow motion. If there is anything I know, it's that my time here is sure winding down. I've had it with all the bullshit really, and while some try to suck me in those Mario Bros. pipes, I jump over them breaking bricks with my head . Kick over a few tortoise shells if I need to. Either way its foward with things. I haven't the time to sit and wipe asses or clean mouths like I used to. My life has always been about helping others, but seriously how much can one give without ever receiving shit? Another flush and once again the parasites have left the building.
Cats telling me that B-More is a pretty rough spot to live. I'm from the 413, and yes the area code ain't giving no luck for any fucking body. A hood is a hood, yet it's how much you give in that bitch that will determine how much you get back. Target time of ETA, one month....
I'll keep ya posted.
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Monday, March 26, 2007
The Genesis
"gotta love that shit" - The Secretary of Defense
So where do we begin???
Took a month off to just kick back and enjoy the shit that I see in the Matrix. Yes, the internet I call the Matrix, after the way I see people handle their MySpace shit like its a full time job and shit, I realize that people are so caught up in what's in their inbox, they forget that they actually live a real life. Gotta love that shit.
With all the fake ass folks running around me, I find peace in rolling solo and just observing. It's much safer to me that way, hell when I think about it, it's more safer for most of you as well. There's this thing that I am allergic to. I've had it since I was a baby, besides my lactose intolerance, that would be DRAMA. Can't stand it, and most importantly can do without it. Yet, this is the real world and sometimes you just can't avoid it....once again I say, gotta love that shit.
I've decided to stay in the 413 and pick up a second gig to help me knock off some things on my credit report. It's obvious after 7 rejections for apartments due to my credit moving out of town would be a no-no for me. So I am going to use a second income to take out these bills and still stack cheese so I can make my way out of this place. I don't give a shit if my job gives me a raise, once I hit my mark....I'm out. Period.
I also had an appointment for a piercing today, actually it was just a consultation. My date is set up for next monday, but I don't know because my knee is due to be drained on Thursday coming. My shit is beyond swole. Gotta have it done.
My love life is none of yall business, just for the record though I'm doing well. Like I said before I'm just sitting back and watching, in the meanwhile, I work my ass off to make it where I need to go. I can only hope others see that as well.
I haven't picked up a basketball since the 28th of December, I've been working out on other parts of my body until I can come back (which might be next year), until then don't get it twisted, I still might consider coming back early, that's if I am close (I mean really close) to 100%.
The poems are coming, I plan on linking them seperate so you don't have to navigate through my shit to get to them. They will also be copyrighted so the haters and biters can just sit back and hate. The comments are still open, but come at me with that shit and you reap what you sow. For the ones who I have respect for, you will be linked. It's only right that I do, because at one point either you helped me out with something or I just enjoy reading you.
The new name is The SoD (That's The Secretary of Defense)
With that said, I'm back, The Champ is DEAD. Welcome to my world.
The Secretary of Defense.
So where do we begin???
Took a month off to just kick back and enjoy the shit that I see in the Matrix. Yes, the internet I call the Matrix, after the way I see people handle their MySpace shit like its a full time job and shit, I realize that people are so caught up in what's in their inbox, they forget that they actually live a real life. Gotta love that shit.
With all the fake ass folks running around me, I find peace in rolling solo and just observing. It's much safer to me that way, hell when I think about it, it's more safer for most of you as well. There's this thing that I am allergic to. I've had it since I was a baby, besides my lactose intolerance, that would be DRAMA. Can't stand it, and most importantly can do without it. Yet, this is the real world and sometimes you just can't avoid it....once again I say, gotta love that shit.
I've decided to stay in the 413 and pick up a second gig to help me knock off some things on my credit report. It's obvious after 7 rejections for apartments due to my credit moving out of town would be a no-no for me. So I am going to use a second income to take out these bills and still stack cheese so I can make my way out of this place. I don't give a shit if my job gives me a raise, once I hit my mark....I'm out. Period.
I also had an appointment for a piercing today, actually it was just a consultation. My date is set up for next monday, but I don't know because my knee is due to be drained on Thursday coming. My shit is beyond swole. Gotta have it done.
My love life is none of yall business, just for the record though I'm doing well. Like I said before I'm just sitting back and watching, in the meanwhile, I work my ass off to make it where I need to go. I can only hope others see that as well.
I haven't picked up a basketball since the 28th of December, I've been working out on other parts of my body until I can come back (which might be next year), until then don't get it twisted, I still might consider coming back early, that's if I am close (I mean really close) to 100%.
The poems are coming, I plan on linking them seperate so you don't have to navigate through my shit to get to them. They will also be copyrighted so the haters and biters can just sit back and hate. The comments are still open, but come at me with that shit and you reap what you sow. For the ones who I have respect for, you will be linked. It's only right that I do, because at one point either you helped me out with something or I just enjoy reading you.
The new name is The SoD (That's The Secretary of Defense)
With that said, I'm back, The Champ is DEAD. Welcome to my world.
The Secretary of Defense.
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