thanks for the littering...

i fucking hate litter. [yes this is distinctly a rant, so roll out if you don't feel like being exposed!] what the fuck is the problem with finding a goddamn trash can? on my way to the gig the other day i saw this nut ass chick toss a fountain soda cup on the ground like the sidewalk bit her ass or something. not more than 3' or 4' away from her was a big ass damn near empty municipal garbage can w/a bag in it. how fucking hard would it have been to put the fucking cup into the trash can? WTF! how much cleaner would the street be if people actually used trash cans?

what really has me pissed off about this shit is that some asshole threw their ABC gum into a planter near a bus stop where i decided to sit my big ass down. the worst part is that i didn't sit on the goddamn gum. apparently the gum was in the planter, not on the side of the planter. as a result, the nasty little piece of gum hitched a ride on my fucking shirt, completely unbeknownst to me of course. i didn't realize the problem until i sat down on my hour late bus and felt sticky shit on my ass. [not a pleasant feeling, no gay puns intended.] at 1st i thought the gum was in the bus seat, but then i realized i noticed the bus was dirty as shit, so i checked the seat before i sat down. then i thought i sat on it at the bus stop when i sat on the edge of the planter, but i would have felt the sticky then. while considering in anger where in the fuck i sat on this evil ass piece of litter gum, i noticed that the damn thing was inside my shirt. in essence, i had smashed the pieces of gum between my shirt and pants when i sat on my ass. of course this really worked well in the heat! motherfucker! son's of bitches! goddamnit! boy was i pissed.

i fucking hate litter. this shit just reminds me of all the litter i see on a daily basis. my neighborhood is the most litter ridden i have ever lived in since moving to this urban haven of Illadelphia. i clean the yard and sidewalk, and it's like the shit spawns out of nowhere. WTF! to make matters worse, my neighbors on both sides produce profuse amounts of garbage on a weekly basis, which they deem acceptable to place outside in garbage cans that do not tend to be sealed at all. some of the cans don't even have lids. it's so much fucking fun to come home on a nice muggy, hot ass day and smell stank ass as the flies greet me with the pleasantness of their shit mingling buzzing. ahhhh! home stank home! sheesh! so, being that i already can't stand litter, imagine the levels of my disturbation as the scene unfolded with this friggin' gum today/yesterday. fuck!

make like litterers deserve to live freely amongst other humans...[murderous thought intended!]

PEACE

blogger out to get me...

for some reason, blogger will not correctly format my posts as i have structered them. do i like that? of course not! i thought it mayhaps was me, but i currently doubt so. dunno what the prob is, but i guess i'll roll w/the piznunch for the time being...

make like blogger isn't pissing me off at the moment

PEACE

why i like...porn!

that's right. no doubt. I DIG PORN! i said it. i even did trial membership w/SugarDVD. i ain't even gonna get into the wishlists i have at a few video sites (rather extensive...). people kill me w/they're feigned dislike of porn. i mean hey, if you really don't like porn, cool. if you like watchin' peeps get their freak on, then why act like you don't? who in the world are you trying to impress? i mean really? again WTF! sneakin' porn is stupid. sneakin' is what gets you caught up like Kirk Franklin's Christian ass. dude, if you gotta say you're addicted to porn, something is really wrong with you. mind you, that is not to demean anyone who actually has a porn addiction. however, i'd be willing to theorize that a porn addiction is indicative of some other mental issues. personally, i watch porn 'cause i like to see peeps get freaky. it's fun to watch people enjoy themselves. i ain't into no weirdo porn shit. i have seen some weirdo shit, but i keep that shit out of rotation.

i remember the first time i accidentally found some ol'freak nasty shit on the web. it was some ol' scatting shit (no pun intended). same day a tripped over some ol' bestiality shit. while the animal shit was mildly interesting from a curiosity perspective, the shit shit was just fucking nasty. yuck. i ain't into putting or seeing anyone else put human excrement on someone. likewise, i ain't into golden showers & shit. squirting is rather interesting, but that's another topic for another day. my thing mainly is that peeps trip so thoroughly over porn. whether it be images, film, or video, porn is nothing to be ashamed of viewing. last i checked, i wasn't a prude, so why am i not to watch porn? besides, if you actually pay attention, you may learn some new techniques 'n'shit. but seriously, porn is great.

make like i didn't forget my train of thought while it took me 2 days to actually sit down and create the logo up top there...c'est la vie...

PEACE

why i don't like...the NAACP!

to K.I.S.S., i'm not down w/colored. WTF! it's 2007. how the hell can you not come up w/a better name for the organization? these are supposed to be educated people that are trying to make a difference. meanwhile, they're wasting time having funerals for "nigger." what a waste of time, energy, and resources. Dumbya Bush is still freakin' president and Gonzalez is just another one of his liars, but the NAACP is burying and holding funeral services for words. WTF! how about holding a funeral service for the war in Iraq? how about having a funeral for gun violence in Philadelphia? how about having a funeral for stupid ceremonial gestures by supposed community activists? this is some nut ass shit. i suppose i shouldn't be surprised by an organization that still refers to colored people. fucking colored people. [can you tell i don't like colored?] what the fuck is a colored person? where are all the purple motherfuckers? i wanna meet those motherfuckers. i like purple. that's my favorite color. maybe i should join the National Association For The Advancement Of Colored People so i can meet the purple motherfuckers...sheesh! did i mention that it is 2007? i'd really like to hear a valid argument for continuing to use the word colored. just one-no fuck that, i'd have to hear a few actually. shit if you really want the organization to mean something, why not just call it the NAAP? leave the colored out. i guess that would cast aspersions on the history of the organization and its relation to the African community. perhaps that's too close to nap, as in nappy, as in nappy headed, as in ho's. i suppose that's going to be the next funeral. we gather here today to honor the passing of ho...imagine that. i recall from my college days how useless and ineffectual many organizations are simply because they focus on the most inane of goals and issues. setting the bar to low. have a funeral for the end of the Bush horror regime. shit i'd even be down with a funeral for reality television. fuck that, they need to have a funeral for the word colored...yeah, that's wassup!

fucking weirdos...

make like i am a standing member of the colored folks helpfulness society of America...

PEACE

kick that ass II

in a better mood, i gotta say, i just don't see me fightin' w/some idiot and risking my life over anything short of my family being put in harm's way. i'm just not interested in going to prison or dying over some straight up bullshit. who the hell am i trying to impress? yes. i am a man. i will pummel your head until you bleed. WTF! i just don't feel that drive outside of being extremely angry. even when i'm super pissed, i still just don't feel the need to haul off and just jack slap somebody. dunno, i guess some people find this option to be feasible in high stress situations. that and bustin' caps at people. i'm not trying to kill anybody. i just don't see the purpose. if it's not some type of revolution or uprising against the bullshit in this country, why the fuck should i. anyways, i'm done here...

make like i don't have to take a piss right now...

PEACE

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

zafficial...

yerp, my fam is straight craze. my moms died about 2 months ago. too bad she wasn't a vampire and the mental illness i inherited from her died with her. sound crazy, but so what. besides, i'd still be infected by the crazy from pops side.

i'm in a somewhat reflective mood. some potential good from moms dying is my re-established contact with some of my 1st cousins. apparently, we're all crizzle. not like i didn't know that already, but sometimes it ain't so bad when you know you're not the only one. it's not really any consolation, it just gives you something to relate to sometimes.

speaking of crizzle fam, my younger sister is true to the genes. i always hoped that she would break away from our mom like i did, but apparently she is unaware of how the darkness consumed her life. she actually said to me that she believes she has/had bad karma. unless our mom changed her name, karma ain't the culprit. i thought we may be able to rebuild since mom is dead, but sis is to fucked up 4 me. she's on some other dumb shit that i ain't even tryin' to share. i should've known better. u gotta wonder about somebody who actively embraces a known family loony after recently escaping an initial one. either way, loony or not, there is still common courtesy.

we were supposed to meet this past weekend and she didn't even have the decency to call and say, "hey i can't make it." WTF! not only that, but she didn't contact me until i IM'ed her. even that was on some half-assed shit. she sends me some bullshit laden message about trying to call while being stuck in VA. ok, you were stuck, but no fucking body called me all weekend, especially not my wonderfully loonball lil'sis. how the fuck do you try to call someone, but neither my caller ID or voicemail show any signs of a call? guess being polite isn't a freakin' priority nowadays.

it's funny to me, 'cause our loony aunt asked me to promise to keep in touch w/sis. i had to explain to her that i have never put myself out of reach of some form of communication w/sis. sis is a grown ass woman who doesn't appear to be conducting herself in an adult manner. if nothing else, she ain't too polite. can't say she's not bright, but she sure ain't acting like she has mucado sense.

so you know it's like whatever at this point. my last contact clearly stated that i have an extremely low tolerance for bullshit and drama. i'm through at this point. i figure, i can't make her be my sis. besides, i didn't have a sister i knew until i was 12 and then lost her again after 5 years, so i'm kinda used to the non-existent relationship. what am i losing? nada!

on that note, make like the fucking Mavs are a championship quality team!

PEACE

itz bin a long tizime...

ohly snizzap! it's been a hella minit. haven't posted anything since the end of March. been kinda busy, preoccupied, uninterested, whatever. mostly i haven't felt like searching, culling, editing photos to post with my entries. since i started using photos, i said i was going to keep it up. me being the anal completist that i am, i just won't post if i can't post w/pics. so, here i am back in the miznix...

copped a Gamecube a couple of weeks ago off of eBay. i ain't mad at it. i wanna get a Wii, but i'm waiting for the obligatory price drop that usually comes about a year after a new system drops. i ain't fuckin' w/none of the other systems. PS3 can kiss my ass (costs 2 damn much). and XBox's are a MS product (you figure that one out on your own). i had been plottin' on the GC for over a year now, but when i learned about the Wii, i figured i'd cop one. i ain't ready to plop down $250 for a game system when i've got my trusty old PC to use for superior graphics and minimal loading time(s). why bother? why indeed...
that's about the size of it. i've always love action type games. this game got me when i saw it during it's introductory college tour. there was a free setup at the student center and i was immediately hooked. problem is they never bothered to release a PC version. when i realized this was going to be the case, i immediately decided i had to cop a GC. there wasn't much consideration for anything else. Nintendo has been getting it in since the Donkey Kong age. gotta respect an original when they stay in the game and keep innovating at a high level. that's why i'm getting a Wii, eventually...

well that's about it for the nizow...

make like the Mavs didn't drink some Eagles choke juice...

PEACE