Desperate Thinking: Archived

24 Sep 2007

Desperate Thinking: A Learning We Will Go Current mood: full Category: Blogging Before I begin this blog I'd like to give a collaboration of fucks. Fuck the hypnotic rap songs on the radio today, fuck the overly emotional Green Day ripoff Rock Songs PERIOD, fuck the Britney-defending homosexual bloggers, fuck their verbal celebrity whipping counterparts, fuck Kanye West for that album, fuck 50 Cent for opening his fat-ass lips too wide, and fuck myself for cliché blog ranting. Where was I? Oh yeah, desperate thinking. I've had one hell of a time over the course of my last blog posted. I will try to make it as interesting as I can while at the same time give you videos of what I feel was the best time of my life in a long time. After Otha came off the bus to Memphis we went straight to Tunica, MS for the Resorts Casino. Mind you this is the first time we've gone to a casino ever. We decide to go to the restaurant since everyone else was gambling and we were hungry as hell. Great decision. The place was so loud it was a pain to even try to think. We order some chicken wings and a bunch of mixed drinks we had never even heard of, and in the midst of it all, I happen to catch this guy on video… Enjoy. The next dance he did was so fantastic I couldn't film it, sorry. Casino Dancer So after I won $50 on slots and Otha lost $150, we go back home, eat more wings on the grill, watch Steven Segal movies and Memphis Pro Wrestling on TV. Then it was time for the strip club. Yes I said strip club. I was lucky I kept my casino money at home because if I didn't I would've left broke as Nelly's profit from Pimp Juice energy drinks. Anyhow, the place was great except for the noise. When someone has to shout directly in your ear just to say "What would you like to drink?" someone has to consider turning down the volume at some point of time. Well your boy got a lap dance and Otha kept it cool (He's in LUV, but not with a stripper) while my Dad smoked the cigs up and kept it pimpin'. He don't love them hoes at all. Tell truth, I felt sorry for some of those strippers. Some were dimes, but others were slightly pregnant, whorish, had birth scars, and were just niggerish. For instance, the lady who gave me my lap dance came BACK TO ME twenty minutes later and told me "Get you some of this pussy for $100". Now, I've heard that you can't put a price on good pussy so she must've been worn out. So I laughed in her face and told her it was too rich for my blood (It wasn't). The saddest moment though was this beautiful woman who danced her ass off and NO ONE gave her a single dollar on the table. I couldn't help cause I had spent all my [stripper] dough on overpriced beer and tipping other dancers before her. Perhaps she will remain an inner demon reminding me that strippers are women too, even in the midst of objectivity at its worst. Moving on… After the strip club, we stopped at the local Mapco Express (The 7-11 of Memphis) and I found a bottle a familiar soda I had to get Otha to drink. Enjoy… M Cola WWE Unforgiven was the icing of all cakes. This was Otha's first time seeing a live wrestling show his whole life, and it was thanks to me that it was happening, so that alone made me feel like life gave me a whole shit-full of lemons. My little brother was there too so that only made it more fruitful. If you had seen the show on TV, you would've thought it was mediocre or not worth your money, but being there is an experience like no other, no bull. The pyro on this night blew away anything I had ever previously seen at a wrestling show. The heat surrounding the Undertaker's way to the ring made me sweat and tremble, grabbing my little brother for support the whole time. I didn't take pictures because it was an event available to thousands live, and millions via PPV. Not to mention the fact we were right next to the guards. I wasn't even stressing the absence of the Sandman, although I still wish he would've been there. I brought a kid's version of the World Heavyweight title and this happened… Enjoy. Greatest Wrestling Promo Ever If you've damn near broken your back to lead a horse to water, you better make him drink that shit. You wasted too much of your hard-earned time to be wasting it with some stubborn ass (Get it?) who doesn't want to drink just because its not Dasani or Aquafina water! You might have to beat the shit out of that horse, but by God at the end of the day someone's gonna be taking some liquids whether it be water, or plasma. I quit my job on Friday. Right now I'm on two weeks notice and last week is final. Aside from the schedule layoff, I just don't feel like I'm doing it for the fun. It's no longer a contribution to my struggle to become better with multimedia. Why? Because I have only a few tasks (Repetitive, might I add) and everything is for the company, not for myself to build. When I got my last check and thought nothing of it except the money I knew something was wrong. So fuck it I'm getting back to basics… (BTW, I missed the Every Time I Die concert because I ran out of dough and I didn't get the money I was owed until the day after, oh well…) Speaking of basics, it feels good to do what you love for a change. Boxeogirls is back on the rise, I got a new condenser microphone so you know I'm gonna be dropping songs and voice overs after I get through with Weapon X's website, and watching daytime TV while eating breakfast at noon is really something. And if you haven't seen the Steve Wilkos Show, watch it because it'll really help you appreciate life. Sincerely, Expirasin