i'ma kick that ass when i c u...

imagine actually getting into a life-threatening, physical altercation over some bullshit. why? i gotta say i've been truly pissed off about some shit in life, but other than when i was a kid, or just irrationally angry, i've never felt a desire to put my life at risk to whoop somebody's ass. i can think of a whole of maybe 3-4 occasions as an adult where i felt that pissed.

i actually don't feel this topic too tight. maybe i'll come back to it some other time...

make like i feel like finishing this entry...

PEACE

wow dude...

it's fucking amazing how open communication can change certain situations. i expected to have a most horrible if not mildly irritating weekend. i figured since i just caught the wife being rather unwifely, i would basically be spending the weekend hashin' that shit out. didn't quite work out how i expected. seems like, and my head ain't even gassed, we actually have been having mutually open conversations since the hardcore news broke. shit, she actually verbally admitted to being afraid to trust me with her full-on open communication. to hear that coming from someone who i've been with for 8+ years is kind of bugged the fuck out. it's kinda fucking scary. we've accomplished a great deal as a team and as individuals over the last few years. to think that the full-on disclosure was not entirely there is a little intimidating. think about that shit: the ability to accomplish some great shit while not actually giving your no questions, 100%, all. that's fucking scary in itself. why? because if we can do all this without both of us giving 100% on as many facets as possible, imagine what more can be done! it has the potential to be even greater. [see above title...]

there are definitely some other aspects of which i will not provide particular explicit detail. though this is a rather candid expression of my inner thoughts, i ain't no moterfucking fountain, so i don't give whoever does read this shit every goddamn thing. gotta leave something to some whoever's imagination. [ha! ha!] so i guess it's safe to say we are supposed to be working things out, but only time will truly tell. i ain't trippin', but hell yeah i'm pissed about the whole shit. it ain't right to find out the lies someone has told you. to make things worse, the other person involved ain't fucking competing! WTF! i can't say that i 'd rather be mad that she was involved with someone who was equal or better, but damn. i feel slighted 'cause this low budget cat was getting shit he ain't deserve at all. and i'm not saying that 'cause she's the wife 'n' shit, i'm saying that 'cause dude is stuck in slouch mode on some blah blah shit. why would you fuck w/that? anyways, that's the type of shit i thought would predominate the topics of discussion this weekend. it did not, i repeat, did not quite go down like that.

funny how shit works out sometimes...

make like i'm over here wil'in' out 'cause my weekend sucked ass...

PEACE

motherfucker...

"...you say motherfucker when you get shot..." - Eddie Murphy

so, i caught my so-called wife cheating again. come to find out she's been fucking w/this nut ass dude for about a year now. i had an idea, but i ain't gettin' into the particulars at this juncture. let's just say i wasn't surprised too much. i was hella pissed though. i wanted to just grip her the fuck up and kick the shit out of her ass. since i'm not one for man on women violence, that did not happen. add to that no pussy is worth me going to fucking jail and you won't find me beatin' dude's ass either. what the fuck for? even if i beat both of their asses and feel great afterwards, how great am i gonna feel when i get locked the fuck up. it'd be like an Chappelle "When Keeping It Real Goes Wrong" scenario. i must repeat, ain't no pussy on this planet worth me gettin' locked the fuck up. besides, if i'm locked up, i can't get any pussy anyway. if you really think about it, getting locked up will fuck up your whole pussy game. how's that? well for one, you end up missing out on gigs for being a felon/con. no gigs = no $ = highly limited selection of ass = damn near no pussy. i'm too selective for that shit. then again, i guess i ain't all that selective, or i wouldn't keep ending up w/crazy broads. friggin' thanks Mom!

yeah, so, i had a nice weekend to look forward to until the bullshit this afternoon/evening. my wife is so crazy she decides to have a goddamn in-depth discussion w/nutty dude on the phone while i'm supposed to be waiting for her. i picks up the phone to make a call and i hear her, nutty dude and some nutty chick on the phone talking about a severely sexually immature interaction that the 3 of them are attempting to arrange. unbeknownst to any of them i listened long enough to verify that she's cheatin' on me w/this asshole. what a dick (no pun intended). it's always amazing to me the amount of immaturity and denial that exists in the common relationship, even if it is supposedly just physical. usually that's a bullshit cover for people who are too pussy to put their feelings on the line. i figured that shit out when i was a teenager, but there a seasoned adults who still live off of that bullshit. utterly amazing. anyways, had to get my rant/vent on. the wife asks me "what are we gonna do?" i'm like, "what are you gonna do," cause i ain't w/the bullshit? guess we'll see if she's crazy like that or whatever. WTF!

yo, make like i'm inadequate and feel the least bit threatened by nutty dude...

PEACE