So for people who really know me, they know that I know about damn near any cell phone, and I am a phone whore. Keeping this in mind, I have realized I have never pubished my list of phones...So here are all the phones I have had since Nov. 2001.

1. Nokia 5165 11/2001 - 5/2002 (Cingular)
2. Nokia 5125 5/2002 - 7/2002 (Cingular)
3. Nokia 3395 7/2002 - 1/2003 (Voicestream/TMobile)
4. Motorola V120E 1/2003 -6/2003 (Verizon) [three different phones]
7. Erriccson Phone 6/2003 - 7/2003 (AT&T)
8. LG VX 10 7/2003 - 6/2004 (Verizon)[two different phones
10. Audiovox CDM 8500 12/2003 - 4/2004 (Virgin Mobile)
11.LG VX 4400 6/2004 - 10/2004 (Verizon)
12. LG VX 6100 10/2004 - 6/2005 (Verizon) [six different phones]
18. Motorola i285 1/2005 - 1/2005 (Boost Mobile)
19. Motorola i730 1/2005 - 6/2005 (Boost Mobile)
20. LG VX 7000 6/2005 - 6/2006 (Verizon)
21. Motorola i830 7/2005-8/2005 (Boost)
22. Sanyo MM 8200 9/2005 - 9/2005 (Sprint)
23. Sanyo MM 8300 9/2005 - 9/2005 (Sprint)
24. Samsung E335 9/2005-9/2005 (TMobile)
25. Motorola V551 - 10/2005 - 10/2005 (Cingular)
26. Nokia 6101 10/2005 - 11/2005 (Cingular)
27. LG CE 5000 11/2005 - 2/2006 (Cingular)
28. Sony Erricson Z520 2/2006 - 6/2006 (Cingular)
29. Samsung SCH a950 - 6/2006 - 10/2006 (Verizon)
30. LG VX 8300 10/2006 - 12/2006 (Verizon)
31. Palm Treo 650 - 12/2006 - 1/2007 (Verizon)
32. Motorola Q - 1/2007 - 6/2007 (Verizon) [four different phones]
36. Motorola i255 3/2007 - 7/2007 (Boost Mobile)
37. LG VX 8700 - 6/2007 - 11/2007 (Verizon)
38. Samsung SGH a117 - 10/2007-10/2007 (Cingular)
39. LG VX 5300 10/2007 - 11/2007 (Verizon)
40. LG VX 10000 Voyager - 11/2007 - 11/2008 (Verizon)
41. LG VX 8550 - 11/2007 - 11/2007 (Verizon)*
42. Samsung Flipshot 11/2007 - 11/2007 (Verizon)*
43. LG VX 8600 11/2007 - 11/2007 (Verizon)*
44. Motorola RAZR 2 - 11/2007 - 9/2008 (Verizon)*
45. Blackberry 8703e 8/2008-8/2008 (Sprint #Work Phone#)
46. Blackberry Curve 8330 9/2008-11/2009 (Verizon)*
47. Blackberry Storm 9530 11/2008 - Present (Verizon)
48. Palm Pre 10/2009 - Present (Sprint #Work Phone#)
49. Palm Pixi 11/2009 - Present (Sprint #Work Phone#)


And Now, I present to the world, Phone Number 50.



50. Motorola Droid 11/2009 - Present (Verizon)*


Oh, and 51. Blackberry Storm 2 /Tour havent decided yet.

By the way the * denotes my 2nd Verizon line.

Yes, I am a phone nerd.

Dammit...

So, apparently one of their children, "Falcon" (Hmm, you name your kid Falcon...are we REALLY asking if this was a hoax?) was hiding in the attic, after letting his weird ass father's weather balloon in the air. Now somehow these parents thought that their child was in the balloon and called 911...OH WAIT...they called the TV Station first to report that their child was "apparently" missing. Then after calling the media, then they called 911. Hmm..

But I am not concerned about that. I cant Help that they are clearly idiot parents. But this is what I am having a real DAMN issue about...


EXCUSE ME?!

Okay...let me just be REAL DAMN SALTY....Lets just note I have two fears in life, frogs and vomit.

1. If your child has  "upset stomach", WHY THE HELL DO YOU HAVE HIM ON TV. For crying out loud...the interview is in your DAMN HOUSE!

2. Lets start with Good Morning America

Balloon Boy: Mom, I think I am going to vomit.

[Boy runs to bathroom]

According to sources, Diane Sawyer had to say "Go ahead and help him" to the mom...

WHAT

THE
 
HELL.

If your six year old child is blowing chunks, then you need to assist him...or at least take his damn microphone off dammit! No one wants to hear someone puke on live tv.

3. Why was this child throwing up in front of the camera on the today show? WTF I mean really? That is so damn sad..I mean seriously...Holmes©(my grandmother) said to me, If her children were on tv and said they needed to throw up, she would say, "you better keep it in! You will not have me looking raggedy on tv. And if you do throw up, your cleaning it up then you gonna apoligize to America."  Take the child to his room for crying freakin out loud.

4. Most importantly...IS THAT CHILD PUKING INTO TUPPERWARE?! THESE PEOPLE CLEARLY ARE A FEW BOLTS SHORT!

Ever heard of a trash can? They have this child puking into their tupperware? Oh, what happens to that tupperware? Its washed and put back in the cabinet. I am not racist, but I have surveyed quite a few, and found out that it is apparently a "black" thing to grab a trash can. But, it is a "white" thing to use tupperware or a bowl...
WTF. That is PURE NASTINESS! Get your ass up to the trashcan or go to the commode, PLEASE.

So, do I care that this is a hoax? No..

I do care when a parent puts their child on tv when he is throwing up.

What wonderful memories little falcon will have. Hmm, maybe he will be on a reality show reliving this.

Where is Kate Gosslin when you need her? (Hell, at least she has more class....not Jon tho, Jon is a DOUCHEBAG)

So, lets all just ignore this family...please...Thanks.

So my summer hiatus is over...

I am not chronicling my summer for you people because, I had a fun summer, and well, its none of your business!

(yes, summer is over, so I can be salty again)

So, here are some specifically selected updates:

1. I, again, am NOT leaving Xanga, rather I do have a wordpress version of Mikeyville.com. Havent decided if I want to use it or not...(probably not)

2. Again, you may not twitter me. I am so TIRED of that damn site, hearing about about it and how everyone is twittering each other. Sounds like somethign the police should be involved with.

3. Yes, I picked a school, a few people know, most of the world doesnt, but I will let the world know by the end of September. Stay tuned.

Now, let me work on a real entry.

(Like the new paint?)

(A Masters Mind will return next week..)
(Tribute to MJ, later today)

So, there is quite a stir with these damn two...you know....

Them - - - > 

Am I the only one sick of them?

I mean, I am not trying to say any thing bad but...

WHO GIVES A DAMN ABOUT THEM!?

Before the weak of tragedy last week, I remember watching the news, and this being one of the top stories. Okay...Wow...all the stuff in the world and we are worried about these fools...

In case you have been living under a rock or do not believe in television, or your amish, Let me just give you the back story.

These two people got married. She got pregnant with twins. gave birth. Then got pregnant again. had sextuplets. Gave birth. Now they have 8 kids. TLC documented a day in their life. people loved it. TLC gave them a show. The parents let the stardom get to their head. And we end up here.

Now apparently, Kate (from just watching an episode) is demanding as all hell. Not to mention she is pretty aggressive. Jon basically sat back and let her run it all. So apparently, Jon needed an escape and now has a 23 year old girlfriend....And says "he is finally able to do what he wants..."

Oh I am sorry...

Because adultery is definitely something to model for your children...And you feel liberated now? BULLSHIT....

I really have no pity for this dude. Yes, Kate is demanding, but in order to run a household of 10 people, what do you expect? If she was bland and didn't run stuff like she did, he would've left anyway.

I dont like this douchebag because I noticed that he ran around while leaving the children in the care of his baby mama. Im sorry, but thats classic douchebagery. I mean, so worried about your pleasure. Yeah...I really cant stand that guy right now.

I have such a blunt opinion because, I am the result of divorced parents...but my folk always kept their kids priority...And I dont see that from Jon...I mean I have no problem if dude wants to get it on...thats fine...but, umm...YOUR ON TV! YOUR FAMOUS! WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU CHEAT!? I dont understand...why risk getting your ass pointed out? And furthermore, why not step up and be a father first?

See, this is my problem with society. Children are made, then seen as second class citizens. NO NO NO...If your going to make a kid...then that KID becomes your #1 prioity. REGARDLESS. I feel so sorry for those 8 kids bc I am sure they will hear about this in the future...Lets pray that their father can clean up his image.

Back to the couple themselves...I have a problem with the show/couple in general.

Apparently, their $$ and such is made from just the TV show. And basically they are exploiting their children for $$. YES I SAID IT. I think everyone has thought that but never said it. I mean would we see Jon and Kate minus 8? Hell no. Hell, I would think that watching her beat the hell out him wouldnt be worth the time or money. But basically they are parading around as a side show, showing off their 8 kids. Wow.. Wonderful..SO WHAT! there have been families of +9 +10 +11 etc...hell (I gulp as I say this, because this couple makes me so angry and I cant stand their show, and they gross me out...) but i rather watching 18 and Counting with those weird ass Duggars.

SIDE NOTE: Okay...That 18 And Counting  show freaks me out because its almost like 7th Heaven to the 3rd power.

None the less, what do i think they should do?

End the show, and get on with their lives...

(felt so good to get that out...lol)

I guess I could actually put a little bit of my fiction on my blog...just this time...

this is an excerpt of episode(chapter) 3:

“Welcome to Orientation. Name Please? Last Name first!” the lady said quite fast to the two boys. She bore a typical southern accent, an accent you only heard from Paula Deen.

“Uhh, yeah, Harrison, first name James” James said stuffing his keys into his pocket.

“Yeah and Ketrell, first name Kyle William” Kyle was zoned out amazed at the many trophies the school won in the chess tournaments.

"Aye Jim, we definitely have to check out the chess team" Kyle whispered. James rolled his eyes. " YOU can check out the chess team, I am going to check out the chest team.", as James looked at the group of cheerleaders practicing. James was a strong little guy, but his weakness was always cheerleaders.

 

“Allright sweetie, you and your friend are located in our wonderful no-fail data system. Here at NFAM honey, we got rid of them old fangled things, so we are able to help you students learn, and learn well.” The lady said while the name tags printed. "While we are waiting, here is your coupon for free fried chicken."

"Fried chicken?" James said, in confusion.

"Yes sweetie, fried chicken. Did you forget, we are in the south, and just between us three, you both look like ur hungry. You two need meat on your bones, ooh child, they must be starvin yawl up there!"

James had to look down to hide his laughter.

She handed them both name tags. “Now here is your nametag. This is your identification. Honey, Do not take it off while on campus. Lawd, just to be safe, just keep your name tag on as long as you here in North Carolina. Cuz you wont be able to eat, drink, walk or be merry unless you have this tag on. On the back is your number for the orientation group you are assigned to. And you two have a great day!” Then she whispered to the boys. "And you two go eat something...jeez, yawl gonna disappear if you turn sideways. Lawd have mercy."

The boys thanked the lady and walked into the gymnasium.

“ GROUP 5 GROUP 5 OVER HERE” they heard while walking in. The gym was unusually small, but was packed with hundreds of people.

“Oh no you didn’t”

”Yeah son you know”

”I know that’s right”

were the first things the boys heard when they walked to their group. "What the hell did I get myself into?" James said to himself walking towards the group.

Then, out of no where a small little guy walked up to the boys.
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”wassup yung” he said while tugging his unusually large earring, and holding up his shorts, that could've very well been wide pants.

Both James and Kyle nodded their heads in a gesture symbolizing wassup.

”Mah name is E. who u?"

"J, and this is my boy uhh...K" James said, playing into his illegible conversation.

"Aiight bet, so yo, yawl got that fire?”

James looked at the guy with a blank look. “Excuse me? That….Fire?”

 

“Yeah son, that fire, I finna blaze before I go bang my hoe shawty. I need to get this shiggity crackalackin you finna hear me son?”

James again stared at the guy with a blank look.

"What the hell?" Kyle whispered to James.

James responded.

”What….in….the…hell did you just say?”

”Damn yung, Im sayin do you got some weed?”

“Uh-oh” Kyle whispered under his breath while shaking his head. James was the president of the Anti-Drug campaign at All Drama Academy. Not to mention, James was getting irritated.  James rolled his eyes.

 

“Sir. Real Talk" James began, using air quotes. "Maybe if your busted ass actually took the time that you use to…get …that…fire…and to bang your whore, you would have a lot of free time. Hell, she probably fakes it to make you feel better. But how bout you take your free time you could go to your local library, you know, the place with the books nigga! There, your wack ass brush up on your linguistics and syntax because obviously that’s something that you lack. Furthermore, I am surprised that you are coherent enough to comprehend the concept of College itself. But then again I’m sure your weed smokin bamma ass was a result of the Social Enhancement System in school, so your lack of basic skills and hygiene does not surprise me. But its okay though. However as IGNORANT as you might seem, I’m sure you would be able to comprehend the concept of LEAVING ME THE HELL ALONE!”

The guy was confused. “Aiight B.”  and walked away.

Kyle’s head was looking down.
”Wats wrong with you?” James asked.
”Was all that necessary?”
”Do I ask you if your face is necessary?” James snapped back jokingly.

"Touche my nigga, touche." Kyle replied.

All right, thats all you get for now.

Read more...

Stop..

Lets rewind my life.

Starting at age 4, I think it would be hillarious to just note everything I wanted to be.

Singer, Rapper, Actor, Writer, Police Officer, Cashier, Teller, Customer Service Agent, Vetrainarian, Supervisor, Accountant, Scientist, Gynacologist (sp), Comedian, News Anchor.

Okay, so thats just a partial list...But as of the last few months, it has boiled down to:

* Teacher - I always wanted to teach, and since my last job was mostly teaching, meh, why not.
* Graphic Designer - I love it, (note the website)
* News Anchor - Yes, I love talking, and I love TV News...(See 25 things, Michael Version. No I am not linking)

However, as of the last week, I think I have decided.

I want to be a Middle School Counselor. Yes, I know, out of left field for someone like me. But I noticed something lately...

People love talking to me.

Yes...I repeat...

People love talking to me.

Strangers on the street will tell me their life story. Their WHOLE life story, as if I have known them for years.
My good friends, (including HIM) will call just to talk. And the funny part is, as I have gotten older, I have noticed that, I really do comprehend everything someone says to me, in order to formulate an opinion to assist them.

Even Holmes said I have good advice. (By the way "Mama" is okay. Still in ICU, thanks for the prayers, but I do want to clarify (as I have recieved calls), "Mama" is my great-grandmother. When I speak of my mother, I say Lisa or Mother. But thanks for the prayers!) Now Holmes is very wise, so this is a lot coming from her! (And shes a nut! Crazy old lady!)

So. What the hell does this have to do with anything?

Well I know everyone has been waiting to know what I plan to get my masters in. So, for the record, let me go ahead and put it out for the world.


(And technically, I will also go back to grad school to get my Masters in School Adminstration.)

So theres your answer.

In regards to the school choices....

I have a new top 10:

1. Duke University - Durham, NC.
(I doubt this will change, despite I would have to get a M.A.T. here, but hey gotta go with my Dream school)

2. Liberty University - Lynchburg, VA [THIS WEEKS BIG JUMPER!]

3. NC A&T State University - Greensboro, NC

4. Norfolk State University - Norfolk, VA

5. College of William and Mary - Williamsburg, VA

6. Howard University - Washington, DC

7. Old Dominion University - Norfolk, VA

8. Hampton University - Hampton, VA

9. East Carolina University - Greenville, NC

10. Loyola College - Baltimore, MD...

Now, in case you are quite mean, here are the ones who were voted off the island.

Morgan State
Coppin State
SC State
Francis Marion
Virginia Commonwealth
Christopher Newport
Univ. of Mary Washington
University of Richmond
James Madison University
Winston Salem State University
High Point University
Campbell University.

Next week - Part III - That damn GPA and that damn GRE.

(NOTE: If you are reading this note, and you live in the Washington DC area, or you are traveling to the area, and you knew me for more than 2 days, this pertains to you. Also, if you did celebrate with me last week, you are not being yelled at, however you will be expected to respond! hmph)

I was born : May 5th.

Today is: May 17th.

I have only partially celebrated my birthday, being a kind gentile like myself, I have conformed my plans to ensure that everyone could make it...

Well let me tell you about my birthday party night 1:
No one made it but one, and thanks to a string of unfortunate events, I ended up in TURTLE LAND (College Park). [I had fun none the less...but...]


Birthday night 2:
We went to hooters. Thank you D-Block. You all have +25 friend points. Except Jeff, because he told me I sucked at singing. [Again I had fun none the less...]

So. This weekend, Memorial Day Weekend, I am planning, again, to celebrate my birthday. But here are my regulations...

1. Doing what I Want. Yes, I am a child and I will enjoy my 22nd Birthday Dammit!

2. There will be no drunken ness allowed...go get drunk at your home not near me.

3. There are no "maybes". When asked, you say YES or NO. Is there a maybe if I ask you if you wanna get beat in yo' head? No. So take your maybe and SHOVE IT!

4. There are no "yes"'s that need stipulation. The following will not be allowed:
- "Uhh, yeah, I have to see what is going on." No...If you have other plans, go with the other plans...I know I'm Swag and I'm Surfin, and im clean like the detergent, but I am not a laundry mat, so take your wishy washy bullshit elsewhere.
- "Yes, But see, I don't have any money." No, everything I am doing is free...this has already been established, since I am jobless. So don't test me.
- " Yeah, I am going to try.." Try what? Try to get your ass kicked? You will not try...your ass will be there if you say yes.

5. I will not turn down my radio in transportation to places, nor will i cater to your musical needs in route to venues...Its My birthday. My music got it?

6. You must be on the same page as myself. Therefore, get the facts from ME asap.

7. Do not blab my shit to the world...certain people are invited to certain places for certain reasons. Sometimes is D-Block night, sometimes its CRAZY TAYLOR night, sometimes its HOORAY FOR BOOSUMS night. Therefore KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT!

8. Howard is 25 miles from DC. Therefore if you are in a 25 mi radius, you are required to be invited.

9. Do not try to force liquor in me. I do not drink heavily ( 1.25 cup brown liquor max ), I do not drink beer, I do not drink clear liquor, and no I dont want no nasty ass wine.

10. Have fun!

So...

Today-Monday Night, is Greensboro...dont ask.
Tuesday is Terrific Fried Chicken Tuesday featuring Holmes©
Wednesday is Nothing.
Thursday, is the dentist, and the night is up in the air.
Friday, I want to do a 21 n up venue. (or Fur...) [My brother is going to see terminator i believe]
Saturday, Love of course [Or ibiza 18+]
Sunday is Michael [My father] Entertainment presents "the Memorial Day Cookout" 2009, featuring Holmes©

If you are tagged, or reading this, you are invited.

That Is All.

(Who said I had to be nice about my birthday plans?!??)

Can't Decide....

DUKE/A&T/Hampton/Howard/VCU/Hopkins/Morgan/Wake Forest/George Mason

for

M.S. in Mass Communications

M.F.A. in Creative Writing

M.A. in Teaching

M.Ed in Secondary Education

M.A in Curriculum and Instruction

M.S. in Anger

(Personally, I think I would be best at the last one...)

Since I am highly cised (excessively excited) that it is my birthday, I thought it would be great if I share my Past Birthdays. [Also because I am waiting for my pound cake to cool. Yes I make myself pound cake on my birthday, I dont like birthday cake.]


I was in 10th grade. The day of my birthday was pretty chill, just lots of licks. (;-() My birthday was on a Monday. However, that Thursday, I noticed everyone kept whispering about something...and of course, I said, "I bet its a birthday surprise or something." I didnt think more of it, until the next day. Our second period was World History. As soon as I walked into the classroom, my teacher, Ms. Rude gave me a random paper to go and get copied. I looked at the paper, it was irrelevant to any of the classes. But I was like...maybe they are signing a card. So I just kinda blew it off. Then next period was English, I came in, sat down and for some reason our teacher had us doing some type of packet. So I was happy because I liked english (to an extent). Then all of a sudden, all of these people jump in my face and sing happy birthday. And then we order chinese and watch Drumline.

Oh yeah, and I saw Xmen that Weekend.

I was 1 month and 2 days away from High School Graduation. So I wasn't as pressed over my birthday. However, the weekend before my birthday, my senior projects were due. I did one project on Damler-Chrysler, and another on the state of North Carolina. And I had just finished the Gigantic posters of both where I glued 4 posterboards together. Somehow this was my idea of fun at the time...Lame, but hey I was happy. BITE ME.

So because I turned 18 on 05.05.05, I decided to celebrate a bit, with a cookout. Now, of course, I figured it would be everyone over my house chillin. Thats a bet. Well, all I remember is that, we had punch bowl cake. And that we had bout 12-13 people here, and we watched some movie. The "shindig" started at 3, and somehow everyone left at 3 am the next day. I don't remember much else about that birthday...To be honest, (It was kinda boring...shhhh)

Piggybacking on my newly acquired friend's Girlfriend (Joyner, whos husband boyfriend beau is Dunham), I joined them and their group of homies, for Joyner's birthday, which I said, is also to celebrate my own. Somehow I shocked most of them with my beautiful blunt comments. We were at Fridays, and some woman came in looking like a 2 dollar whore. I think it was MISS, CANTY and probably BELLAMY who were sitting whispering as they were trying to be uhh...i think tactful is the word (thats a foreign term to me). So I said in my normal voice, "You mean the harlot with the short dress?!" They all died of laughter, and learned that I am pretty blunt. I remember nothing else from the night, other than the fact that I didn't drink, because I was so well behaved back then. As for the day of my birthday...It was raining. I sat in bed. Only my family called me. I had Sonic. It wasn't too fun.

Now that I was Mr. MasterMind, I had to do my birthday big. So first, in a repeat from the year before, I had another outing sharing my birthday with Joyner. Not only did I give the waitress a laugh...

Me: " Now, I want the ribs, but I am not particularly fond of these (airquotes) seasonal veggies (airquotes). Can I subsitute it with something that has taste please?"

But I also had Taylor sitting next to me. Taylor and myself are...unique in public, as we cant stop laughing. Then we return to Joyner's house where I again, am well behaved, and didnt consume the delicious alcohol. I also had to excuse myself for 20 minutes and I rushed down the street to rock my dog to sleep. (So what I told yawl I was feeding him, I lied, I had to rock him to sleep. BITE ME). Had a very good time, and laughed at the potatoes and bleach. The day of my birthday, my coworkers shoved Chick Fil-A in my face, and bought me jolly ranchers and Duke stuff. That weekend, I returned to MD for the weekend. I went to my high school's spring fair, I walked my dog, I went to Jaspers and wasnt sang to. What a fun one. Oh, I also saw Spiderman 3, but I fell asleep in the theater...

My coworkers took me to Hams, my favorite lunch restaurant. Of course, my coworkers dwindled to about 4 by that time. I had the waitresses sing to me, and bring me a blue ballon. I liked the blue balloon. I also had a salad. I had THREE ranch dressings. They were very good! Then, I came back and my coworkers opened my mouth and shoved pound cake down my throat. It was good. Then afterwork, I stopped by the gas station near my house, and bought some sminoff ice. Then, I came home, made chicken, peas and rice, and had a sminoff ice, and watched flavor of love 3. I was content. Lol.

Then, for that weekend, I returned home. Now, if we remember, my car died Feb. 2008. So I was stuck with my old car from way back when. When I finally got home, my old car croaked, so I was car less. However, we all still went to Hooters (Laurel), where Big Mike - - -

Okay, Lets distinguish, Big Mike, is my Little Brother's best friend, who is bout 3 years younger than me. He is Big Mike because he has a FOOTBALL PLAYER BUILD [TAKE THAT BITCH! (inside joke, I am sorry)], and I disappear when turned sideways.

- - - pissed off the waitress, who ironically was from Greensboro, and was trying to flirt with me. Not to be a male chauvonist, but umm, I thought there were supposed to be HOOTERS at HOOTERS...I was content. However, I did have some type of drink. Very good. And, of course this being my first time having rum, I could not stop laughing. Uncontrollably, the rest of the night.

Oh and of course, the next day, I bought my .


So...

Well, I am definitely planning a 3 week celebration of club hopping, drinking, and HOOTERS! [Hooray for boobies! I can say that today because its my birthday!]. My family is playing a lovely role catering to my wants. My dad didnt get a list of wants, because its just like BOOM, he says hes taking me to Dennys for breakfast.. then BOOM, heres some money, then BOOM have some Old Country Buffet.

I also decided today would be a stress free day, to start my stress free 3 weeks, so I decided when people get nasty with me, I wont argue, I will just HISS at them. I find that much more polite.

Lol. Really, I am just happy the Lord gave me 22 great years, and hopefully have have MANY MANY more!

Happy Birthday to Me...(please feel free to tell me how wonderful I am, as this is my birthday. )

Okay, Lately there has been this "craze" of letting everyone know within 150 characters, how you feel.

None the less, I enjoy it, on Xanga, but mostly on Facebook, updating my status to how I feel at the moment or something that pops in my head. For Example:

"Michael says: "A three-point shot has to be taken with courage, it has to be taken with unselfishness, and it has to be taken with intelligence." - Coach Mike Krzyzewski"

"Michael has chicken and fries, but afterwards will have a 6th bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch!"

"Michael says SHIT! UNIQUE CLEANED UP REAL WELL!!!! WHOOOO (Why the hell she aint pull that out from day 1?! Shoot, Ill take her if shes rejected!"

and sometimes I get angry with something or someone, and I will put my status as such.

"Michael wonders why do bammas think that I should be jealous of them. Son, I am not jealous that your drunk ass fell out on the street. I am ashamed that your giving a bad name for black folk. Talk about bitchassness!"

"Michael told Holmes© NOT TO EAT THE TUNA!"

"Michael asks if anyone else wants to PISS ME OFF today?"

Now in each instance, I confronted the person BEFORE I sat the and put it on my status. However lately I have noticed...(yesterday in particular, when someone pointed it out to me) That people rely on Twitter and Facebook Status for attention, and to say what they cant say to that person, In hopes that the person will glance at it...


Nothing has pissed me off more. I dont understand why people just cant say what they have to say instead of playing this stupid Middle school shit. Its like you tell everyone in the school that your mad at your friends Bertha
and Floyd, and not tell them...

ARRGH...

And Twitter just builds upon this very thing...Ive seen so many stupid twitter updates such as that...even heard stories...

Come on now...Lets grow up! If you got a problem with someone, go to that person. Stop wasting time and energy. What the hell...those f-ing cows.