READ A BOOK

“READ A BOOK READ A BOOK READ A MOTHER***KING BOOK.”

I found this book in a Wal-Mart the other day, and found it impossibly funny that we have to have a Dummies® book to inform us of our own heritage (and inform others, I would thusly surmise). I’ve never seen one for any other culture. I know some are available for religions, which would make sense, and in a way, this too makes sense, but wow, I’m surprised no one’s flipping out over this book yet.

Anyone here good with math and money?

Just a quickie here: How good is your math and money? You see, I think I can get about 94 of these for a dollar with what this says, and with sales tax, pay about $1 or $1.01 for it all.
As you can see, I spotted this at a McDonald’s.

My old home, in ruins…

It appears that drug addicts have made my old home, a place that was practically sacred to me, into a drug nest.

This hurts me deep down inside.

My dad built the first two parts with very little help. I helped with the third part of the house.

I had expected this to be knocked down already, given how fast the guy who bought the property from us wanted us out of there. It’s been 19 months, man. 19 months since he rushed us out of there, gave my mother grief because our search for a new home took longer than he wanted, and yet he’s done jack with it.

I wish I could have my old home back, just so I could clean up the place, and have a place to stay.

Justin, With Less Hair

I finally managed to get my hair cut the other day.

I enjoy the less encumbered feel of having all that fuzz lopped off the top of my head, and even enjoy cooler body temperatures during the day as a result.

I just don’t quite feel right, though, since I practically look bald now, and have more hair growing along my jawline and over my chin than I have over the entire top of my head.

It’ll grow out, though, so I won’t complain.

Much.

I can has glasses?

Hooray, I can see again!

Wal-Mart called me yesterday to tell me that my glasses came in. I did not get the voice mail, much less any notice by my phone, so I found out when I checked my own voice mail today.

I need to see if my FSA will reimburse me for the cost of the glasses, since I had to pay for them out of my pocket after insurance coverage.

I hate drivers.

So, just before our bus driver could take off to cross the street today, a car slams into another one, and comes to a stop in front of our bus.

This held us up at this corner for about 31 minutes or so, while we waited for crews to clear the scene, and for the driver to get permission to take off.

Of course, this cost me precious time in getting to work, since I usually arrive early enough to go get something to eat. That didn’t happen today, so I’m still hungry, but now I’m too angry to eat.

Breakfast of Champions.

I eat the weirdest things for breakfast sometimes.

While you all are eating eggs, sausage, and grits, I’m eating Yan Yan and drinking lychee juice, which is far more delicious than you. :9

Unfortunately, Yan Yan usually gives me heartburn, which is odd for a cookie which can be dipped in frosting. Speaking of the cookies, I’ve been buying Yan Yan latelyl just to see if I can get a specific cookie out of the bunch. Until then, be happy with the “Fox — Beware of Lies” cookie.

Aloha.

I was feeling festive or something yesterday, so I wore a Hawaiian print shirt to work.

Too bad I don’t look so festive in that picture — I was ready to go to lunch, I think. Stomach was probably growling or something.

Censorship?

Sometimes, I don’t want to see things, like people drinking beer on the bus, and no one else giving a rat’s ass about the idea.

Sometimes, I don’t want to say things, like a comment to some jackass who’s got the whole seat to himself and his bag, while the rest of the bus is sharing seats. I can stand until someone gets off, though it hurts my knee when the driver hits bumps.

Sometimes I don’t want to hear things, such as your top-of-your-lungs conversation on your MetroPCS phone about how “NO HE DI’INT”, or whatever it is you crazy black women keep talking about AT THE BACK OF THE BUS while I’m AT THE FRONT OF THE BUS, and easily able to keep track of your conversation through my isolating headphones.

I think this picture personifies my thoughs perfectly.

Thick Air.

I’m only a few blocks outside of downtown Tampa, and for the past few days, the sky’s been really, really smoky.

Unfortunately, that smoke is taking its toll on many people in the area, especially those of us with sinus problems.

It’s just about shut me down for the day. I actually called in to work for the day off, and also went to go get looked at for an unrelated issue.

Hooray, Carpal Tunnel!