We hear it all the time, Ima lose weight, ima quit smoking, ima be a better person blah blah blah . . and yall plan to do this cold turkey right? You just gonna smoke mad newports and eat mcdonalds until midnight and stop. You fucking up already. You partying into the new year doing the same shit you said you were gonna stop.
Rome wasn't built in a day . . but neither did they start building one morning on the heave ho . . planning went into it.
Many resolutions fail because there's no plan . . that and a lot of people just be talking to hear themselves talk. But if you want your resolution to work or have an impact in the new year, start in December. Build your foundation for your goal in December, when January comes around you're already got a plan in motion. By February it's seared in your mind and it's 2nd nature. By march it's 1st nature and you're on your way.
If you're planning to make a resolution, practice it now so you can watch the other people drop like flies. They see you doing your thing and they'll want to fall in line with you. Now you're in lead and your year's looking right, right?
Stay Hungry,
Frank
Motivation . . . Plenty Won't Understand . . It's Straight
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Act Your Age . . ok?
So my man Donald said something to me which sparked conversation for a blog. Allow me to get my soapbox ready . .
@stoner_charm Imma be old when I get old. Right now I'm piling up the stories to tell my kids. 23 is the new 20 believe dat!
This "Grown and Sexy" epidemic has began to spin out of control. People should take it as "Act your age and be responsible." There's people who just turned 21 talking, "I only drink Ketel One . . the finest Vodka." Young man . . you're 21 . . live a little."
Common made a comment that since Obama got in the White House hip hop's been changing with the lyrics being more intelligent. People will blame hip hop for all the violence but won't give it any props to young men and women acting more their age.
My gripe with people is they take things too literally. Hov says he's gonna wear all black, everyone who was colorful and polo'd out is gonna be in all black. Just like how every thug was wearing North Faces and now they're jerking in skinny jeans. It's fine to act your age, just be responsible. Responsibility isn't hard at all . . like my man Belichick tells the Pats . . "Just do your job" . . they went 16-0 by everyone doing their own job. Once your job's complete then help someone out.
I'm 23 years old and I act 23. The artists who influence our age group are 26+ . . so if you're still that age living in another big man's shadow . . I have no advice for you. But if you're in my age group and you're living your life and being responsible . . kudos to you. Kudos to you, because we're an extinct species . . no one's themselves anymore.
Let's toast to being ourselves ladies and gentlemen,
@Stoner_Charm
@stoner_charm Imma be old when I get old. Right now I'm piling up the stories to tell my kids. 23 is the new 20 believe dat!
This "Grown and Sexy" epidemic has began to spin out of control. People should take it as "Act your age and be responsible." There's people who just turned 21 talking, "I only drink Ketel One . . the finest Vodka." Young man . . you're 21 . . live a little."
Common made a comment that since Obama got in the White House hip hop's been changing with the lyrics being more intelligent. People will blame hip hop for all the violence but won't give it any props to young men and women acting more their age.
My gripe with people is they take things too literally. Hov says he's gonna wear all black, everyone who was colorful and polo'd out is gonna be in all black. Just like how every thug was wearing North Faces and now they're jerking in skinny jeans. It's fine to act your age, just be responsible. Responsibility isn't hard at all . . like my man Belichick tells the Pats . . "Just do your job" . . they went 16-0 by everyone doing their own job. Once your job's complete then help someone out.
I'm 23 years old and I act 23. The artists who influence our age group are 26+ . . so if you're still that age living in another big man's shadow . . I have no advice for you. But if you're in my age group and you're living your life and being responsible . . kudos to you. Kudos to you, because we're an extinct species . . no one's themselves anymore.
Let's toast to being ourselves ladies and gentlemen,
@Stoner_Charm
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
The Source Of My Anger
Question: To Whom It May Concern,
Hello, my family has been Sprint customers for going on 9 years. Recently I purchased a Blackberry Curve 8330 from your Laurel, MD Sprint Store and it malfunctioned 6 months into my purchase. It was a hardware failure and most importantly a warranty failure. The phone malfunctioned Novemer 6th. This isnt Sprints problem but I work two jobs and am in college so I dont have the most flexible schedule in the world, again NOT Sprints problem. I took my phone to be repaired November 7th when the representatives in the store told me to return in 45 minutes. I returned an hour and a half later and was told my phone was still being repaired. I had to work that evening so I came the next day, a Sunday November 8th. I was told a new phone was ordered for me and it will be at the store for pick up within 3 days. So I was sold a malfunctioned phone and I have to come back to your store to pick up, most likely, a refurbished phone. Again, I have a tight schedule . . again not your problem. What is Sprints problem, is no one told me I had to return within 7 days to receive my phone or it would be sent back. The next available time I had was Monday evening, November 16th, where I was told the phone was sent back because I never came to receive it. I was told the phone was ordered that evening and would be in the store Wednesday, November 18th. Today is the November 18th, and I am still without a replaced Blackberry. As a matter of fact, I was told the phone WAS at the store Monday evening and would have to ordered tonight and I would be without my phone until next Monday evening, November 23rd. I called customer service and spoke with a manager who was of no help at all. He basically told me the same thing the customer rep said to me in store. I didn't receive an apology for miscommunication from this "supervisor" with the Sprint company. After nine years of service I would think I'd get better customer service. I know people have off days and make mistakes, but this has been a mistake since November 8th until probably November 23rd, unless something happens where I didn't come in time for the phone again. Unfortunately for me I have a busy life and strict schedule, I've said it's not your problem and it isn't. But it soon will be a problem for Sprint because i'm contemplating signing with Verizon. A close friend and his mother are Blackberry owners with Verizon and their phones malfunctioned but they received them viz next day air from Fed Ex at their home. I understand Sprint is Sprint and Verizon is Verizon but you all could take a page from their book. If I do not have my phone on the evening of November 23, 2009, I will be signed with Verizon, November 24th. I'm looking forward to your reply.
From,
An Unfortunate Sprint Customer
#howyougonnaact?
Stoner_Charm
Hello, my family has been Sprint customers for going on 9 years. Recently I purchased a Blackberry Curve 8330 from your Laurel, MD Sprint Store and it malfunctioned 6 months into my purchase. It was a hardware failure and most importantly a warranty failure. The phone malfunctioned Novemer 6th. This isnt Sprints problem but I work two jobs and am in college so I dont have the most flexible schedule in the world, again NOT Sprints problem. I took my phone to be repaired November 7th when the representatives in the store told me to return in 45 minutes. I returned an hour and a half later and was told my phone was still being repaired. I had to work that evening so I came the next day, a Sunday November 8th. I was told a new phone was ordered for me and it will be at the store for pick up within 3 days. So I was sold a malfunctioned phone and I have to come back to your store to pick up, most likely, a refurbished phone. Again, I have a tight schedule . . again not your problem. What is Sprints problem, is no one told me I had to return within 7 days to receive my phone or it would be sent back. The next available time I had was Monday evening, November 16th, where I was told the phone was sent back because I never came to receive it. I was told the phone was ordered that evening and would be in the store Wednesday, November 18th. Today is the November 18th, and I am still without a replaced Blackberry. As a matter of fact, I was told the phone WAS at the store Monday evening and would have to ordered tonight and I would be without my phone until next Monday evening, November 23rd. I called customer service and spoke with a manager who was of no help at all. He basically told me the same thing the customer rep said to me in store. I didn't receive an apology for miscommunication from this "supervisor" with the Sprint company. After nine years of service I would think I'd get better customer service. I know people have off days and make mistakes, but this has been a mistake since November 8th until probably November 23rd, unless something happens where I didn't come in time for the phone again. Unfortunately for me I have a busy life and strict schedule, I've said it's not your problem and it isn't. But it soon will be a problem for Sprint because i'm contemplating signing with Verizon. A close friend and his mother are Blackberry owners with Verizon and their phones malfunctioned but they received them viz next day air from Fed Ex at their home. I understand Sprint is Sprint and Verizon is Verizon but you all could take a page from their book. If I do not have my phone on the evening of November 23, 2009, I will be signed with Verizon, November 24th. I'm looking forward to your reply.
From,
An Unfortunate Sprint Customer
#howyougonnaact?
Stoner_Charm
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Peep My Homie's Work
Yo . . . she's nice w/ the penwork . . . #imjustsaying
http://primadonna11.blogspot.com
Follow Her!!
This is an order,
Frank
Who's me?
Flimsy jeans w/ holes at the kneechuck taylors and a wrinkled white tee
a human being so undefined
who in the world could this be?
everybody's wondering
but no one can see
this little dread head girl
yea..
that's me
she's wherever she wants to be
walking down the streets
head's in the clouds
filled w/humility
never too proud
take a look a little deeper
and maybe you'll see
just what it means
to say "I'm me"
design my own rules
walk hard in my shoes
making it impossible for you
to do what I do
do.. do.. do.. do...
lol WRITER'S BLOCK!
Monday, November 2, 2009
Quick . . To The Point
In order for me to live the way I want, I need to attack my motto, stay determined, and my personality . . which i've been hiding for a year now. I must realize the world does not revolve around me.
"You can dislike people without being a dickhead to them . . you don't have to invite them to your house or anything, but you can be nice to them at least." - Zack
I can be social but that doesn't mean i'm an open book . . I'm like a bestseller that's been wrapped. You got to put work in to figure Frank out. haha.
I decided I needed to have cornerstones in my life, I don't have any now. Here's a few I started with
I have a great personality
I don't have to be cold
I dislike a handful of people but kill them with kindness
I work hard for no glory
Run my race
Be real with myself
Really no point behind this blog, just something to put on paper and now the web.
Here's to building
"You can dislike people without being a dickhead to them . . you don't have to invite them to your house or anything, but you can be nice to them at least." - Zack
I can be social but that doesn't mean i'm an open book . . I'm like a bestseller that's been wrapped. You got to put work in to figure Frank out. haha.
I decided I needed to have cornerstones in my life, I don't have any now. Here's a few I started with
I have a great personality
I don't have to be cold
I dislike a handful of people but kill them with kindness
I work hard for no glory
Run my race
Be real with myself
Really no point behind this blog, just something to put on paper and now the web.
Here's to building
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Run Your Race
I heard that in that movie with Chris Rock when he was running for President. His girl told him (to paraphrase), "fuck everyone else and run your race. Stop listening to everyone or planning gimmicks . . Just run your race. Concentrate on winning by concentrating on you . . Cuz looking to see who's with you will break your concentration."
So that's my motto for now . . Run Your Race. Run it strong too . . Don't waste time/concentration to see what everone else is doing or how close they are to you in the race.
See ya at the finish line,
StonerCharm
Sent on the Sprint® Now Network from my BlackBerry®
So that's my motto for now . . Run Your Race. Run it strong too . . Don't waste time/concentration to see what everone else is doing or how close they are to you in the race.
See ya at the finish line,
StonerCharm
Sent on the Sprint® Now Network from my BlackBerry®
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Words From The Heart Spoken From Someone Else
If you see or hear goodness from me, then that goodness is from The Creator. You should be thankful to The Creator for all of that. Cuz i'm not the archetect of that . . i'm only the receipient. If you see weakness or shortcoming from me, it's from my own weakness and shortcoming and I ask and fear the people to forgive me from that. - Mos Def
Thank you all,
Frank
@Stoner_Charm
Thank you all,
Frank
@Stoner_Charm
My Heart Won't Get My Mind Back But My Mind Can Get My Heart Back
Lifesaver asked, "Do you need to talk about it?" I replied . . . "I'll be fine. I'll never let anyone into my head. Have my heart all you want . . . " Now I have a heart . . I'm not a Scrooge or anything, but anyone can run my heart through the grinder. I've bounced back . . . this young body has mad miles on it. I've been through plenty . . . I almost built an immunity to heartbreak, believe it or not. There are times when I should be emotionally crushed but I'm not. I'm furious . . . at myself. For the most part I can read and react towards someones actions. I'll make mental mistakes and let someone get better footing than me on this uphill climb called life. That asshole will look down on me and show their true colors . . cut the rope and let me fall.
That isn't true for everybody but the few times it has happened to me that's how it went down. So excuse me for feeling the way I do but also understand where I'm coming from. The truth is, my feelings are mad sensitive. I can pour my heart into something but I know when to stop pouring . . lot of people can't do that. Scratching the surface of my feelings is like having teeth tied to the end of a horse and scaring the shit out of it. I don't want anyone in my business so I keep a straight face and cool composure most of the time. Gimme a few days of thinking and writing and I'm better. Better because I've seen another scheme someone pulled on me and won't be tricked twice.
No Matter How Cloudy, I see Through You Glass Niggas,
StonerCharm
That isn't true for everybody but the few times it has happened to me that's how it went down. So excuse me for feeling the way I do but also understand where I'm coming from. The truth is, my feelings are mad sensitive. I can pour my heart into something but I know when to stop pouring . . lot of people can't do that. Scratching the surface of my feelings is like having teeth tied to the end of a horse and scaring the shit out of it. I don't want anyone in my business so I keep a straight face and cool composure most of the time. Gimme a few days of thinking and writing and I'm better. Better because I've seen another scheme someone pulled on me and won't be tricked twice.
No Matter How Cloudy, I see Through You Glass Niggas,
StonerCharm
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Stay Hungry For Humble Pie
Soo . . I wrote this one day and I dunno why. I took a hit . . put on some tunes and this was the first thing to come to mind when I began writing . . Enjoy
There's a small window opening when it comes to success. It starts with a slight buzz; people mention you here and there. Then you get underground, or organic buzz as I like to call it. The real recognize the real hard work you're putting into your craft. Then the people you've been yearning to notice you, finally do and you're finally successful. Good Job! Pat yourself on the back, go get fucked up with your friends . . . You finally get what you've wanted and your hunger is satisfied.
"So sour is the limelight . . . " - Charles Hamilton
Once you get what you've wanted the bar for success if much higher. Now you have to maintain that level while EVERYONE's watching. It's a muhfucka . . . especially if your progress was watched from the ground up. When your hand waivers, someone's there to remind you, "Don't slip." I don't mean that literally . . like we all have assholes in our lives who love to rub failures in our face (haters i think they're called?). We can call those assholes "unfortunate situations." Bills you forgot to pay, upcoming birthdays you forgot, car problems, kids get sick . . the asshole you know will call you out during ALL of those situations. Is success all it's cracked up to be? Then you aren't even hungry anymore . . you're full but what's next?
There's nothing like that grind . . . I grew up so much this past year but deep down I feel I haven't grown at all. My main goal was to grasp control of my money, maintain this relationship, and rebuild my character. I've done well . . still working on some goals . . but as I get closer to the end . . I'm like, what now?
Money changes people. My changes were unintentional, nothing major to the public eye, but they hurt my soul. Those changes aren't qualities of Frank or StonerCharm . . smh . . no bueno. I've never displayed any of the changes, they would come up during my "unfortunate situations" . . . like I've been getting jealous or people . . for fucking what, dude? I don't even know why, I cannot answer that question. When I was hungry . . I wouldn't pay dumb shit like jealous or "he say, she say" any attention. That's a serious flaw . . and it will be changed.
To sum this up . . stay hungry for humble pie, but don't overeat. I recently humbled the shit out of myself. There were some situations previously which I should have taken control at the beginning like a former shadow of myself would have. Instead I let them happen and be three times as angry with myself but keep a cool composure. I will be more direct using my fury to power my message . . . coward beat around the bush and I. Will. Not. Be. A. Fucking. Coward.
No Room For Doubt, Cowards Days are over,
@stoner_charm
Frank
There's a small window opening when it comes to success. It starts with a slight buzz; people mention you here and there. Then you get underground, or organic buzz as I like to call it. The real recognize the real hard work you're putting into your craft. Then the people you've been yearning to notice you, finally do and you're finally successful. Good Job! Pat yourself on the back, go get fucked up with your friends . . . You finally get what you've wanted and your hunger is satisfied.
"So sour is the limelight . . . " - Charles Hamilton
Once you get what you've wanted the bar for success if much higher. Now you have to maintain that level while EVERYONE's watching. It's a muhfucka . . . especially if your progress was watched from the ground up. When your hand waivers, someone's there to remind you, "Don't slip." I don't mean that literally . . like we all have assholes in our lives who love to rub failures in our face (haters i think they're called?). We can call those assholes "unfortunate situations." Bills you forgot to pay, upcoming birthdays you forgot, car problems, kids get sick . . the asshole you know will call you out during ALL of those situations. Is success all it's cracked up to be? Then you aren't even hungry anymore . . you're full but what's next?
There's nothing like that grind . . . I grew up so much this past year but deep down I feel I haven't grown at all. My main goal was to grasp control of my money, maintain this relationship, and rebuild my character. I've done well . . still working on some goals . . but as I get closer to the end . . I'm like, what now?
Money changes people. My changes were unintentional, nothing major to the public eye, but they hurt my soul. Those changes aren't qualities of Frank or StonerCharm . . smh . . no bueno. I've never displayed any of the changes, they would come up during my "unfortunate situations" . . . like I've been getting jealous or people . . for fucking what, dude? I don't even know why, I cannot answer that question. When I was hungry . . I wouldn't pay dumb shit like jealous or "he say, she say" any attention. That's a serious flaw . . and it will be changed.
To sum this up . . stay hungry for humble pie, but don't overeat. I recently humbled the shit out of myself. There were some situations previously which I should have taken control at the beginning like a former shadow of myself would have. Instead I let them happen and be three times as angry with myself but keep a cool composure. I will be more direct using my fury to power my message . . . coward beat around the bush and I. Will. Not. Be. A. Fucking. Coward.
No Room For Doubt, Cowards Days are over,
@stoner_charm
Frank
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Guess Who's Bizzack?
YAY!!!!!! He returns after months . . . woo hoo nigga, get over yourself, lol.
So remember in that last blog how I said I feel like I didn't have anything to work for? It's funny how Capricorns think alike, go peep my man Donnie's blog, Paper Trail. I feel you big homie, it'll come and go, my passion's slowly returning.
This past week I took a paid vacation. My first paid vacation since 2006. I made sure to keep productive while on vacation. I cleaned the fuck out of my room, got some good workouts in, picked up shifts at Rams, chilled w/ 'Lifesaver' good week. Some sour shit went down at the office while I was gone and I will take care of that when the time's right, TRUST. (I hope you're reading this faggot.)
As my vacation came to end it felt like I reached a cliff in my life. I worked for two long years to get where I am. Maybe it's the summer ending, but I really feel like I have new energy, new passion for life and success. That vacation literally took years off my life. It was a week, but it was a week i deserved and needed.
So, got a lot of good shit going for me at the moment. No time to let it settle, off to grind for a new plateau of life.
Clear A Path Or Get Mowed Over
StonerCharm
P.S. Follow me on twitter @stoner_charm #shamelesstwitterplug @_@
Monday, July 27, 2009
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Friday, July 10, 2009
The Stans! The Stans!
I posted via twitter earlier, "Jay-Z stans make me not want to be a Jay-Z fan."
Which is true. I'm a closet hov fan honestly. Whenever I'm talking to people about . . I guess "underground hip-hop" or maybe influential hip hop is what we'll call it.
So let's say ppl like Lupe, Slaughterhouse, Mos, CH, MF Doom, etc. When I talk to people that listen to those guys and I say I like wayne, drake, and hov I feel kinda like . . . A child, more or less. Because you see kids running around reciting catchy Wayne hooks or lackluster Drake lines.
On the other hand when I talk to 'The Stans' I'm ridiculed like shit cuz I like to listen to the artists I mentioned before.
This isn't really a rant but more an all call to anyone that likes both groups but can realize these artists are human beings, human beings with flaws, at the end of the day they're the same as you and me. You know where to hit me if you want to leave comments.
Twitter.com/stoner_charm
Holla!
StonerCharm
Sent on the Sprint® Now Network from my BlackBerry®
Which is true. I'm a closet hov fan honestly. Whenever I'm talking to people about . . I guess "underground hip-hop" or maybe influential hip hop is what we'll call it.
So let's say ppl like Lupe, Slaughterhouse, Mos, CH, MF Doom, etc. When I talk to people that listen to those guys and I say I like wayne, drake, and hov I feel kinda like . . . A child, more or less. Because you see kids running around reciting catchy Wayne hooks or lackluster Drake lines.
On the other hand when I talk to 'The Stans' I'm ridiculed like shit cuz I like to listen to the artists I mentioned before.
This isn't really a rant but more an all call to anyone that likes both groups but can realize these artists are human beings, human beings with flaws, at the end of the day they're the same as you and me. You know where to hit me if you want to leave comments.
Twitter.com/stoner_charm
Holla!
StonerCharm
Sent on the Sprint® Now Network from my BlackBerry®
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Forgot why I purchased this damn thing
I haven't post shit in awhile. Mostly because nothing's been on my mind to really blog about.
I take that back, I've had plenty to blog about but haven't had time.
No, no, no . . I copped this fresh phone partly because I can blog whenever on the go.
. . . Its taking me awhile to write what I'm thinking . . Excuse me . .
What I'm trying to say, when I made this blogspot I had a lot on my mind and was going thru plenty with little to no ducattes in my wallet. This blog was my therapy, since I started I got a promotion, a girl, for the most part what I needed to not off myself or someone else because I was crazy stressed.
What now? New job is great, wifey's happy, bills paid, credit score rising . . . Why do I still feel . . I dunno. It seems like something's missing.
Maybe its the "Grind.". That has to be it. I got to the bar I placed for myself. Don't be confused, I'm not complaining . . I couldn't be better off, trust me. I WANT to be better though. I know I can, its just what to grind on.
Until then ill feel like, ". . . I'm tired of bein' broke as shit, I see otha niggas ballin' I'm like O for 6." - J Cole (the better Drake).
More Than What You Bargained For, Nothing Less Than Real,
StonerCharm
Sent on the Sprint® Now Network from my BlackBerry®
I take that back, I've had plenty to blog about but haven't had time.
No, no, no . . I copped this fresh phone partly because I can blog whenever on the go.
. . . Its taking me awhile to write what I'm thinking . . Excuse me . .
What I'm trying to say, when I made this blogspot I had a lot on my mind and was going thru plenty with little to no ducattes in my wallet. This blog was my therapy, since I started I got a promotion, a girl, for the most part what I needed to not off myself or someone else because I was crazy stressed.
What now? New job is great, wifey's happy, bills paid, credit score rising . . . Why do I still feel . . I dunno. It seems like something's missing.
Maybe its the "Grind.". That has to be it. I got to the bar I placed for myself. Don't be confused, I'm not complaining . . I couldn't be better off, trust me. I WANT to be better though. I know I can, its just what to grind on.
Until then ill feel like, ". . . I'm tired of bein' broke as shit, I see otha niggas ballin' I'm like O for 6." - J Cole (the better Drake).
More Than What You Bargained For, Nothing Less Than Real,
StonerCharm
Sent on the Sprint® Now Network from my BlackBerry®
Monday, June 22, 2009
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Hunting Season 2009 *yes!*
It's Hunting Season 2009. This has to happen in the summer, because muhfucka's like to feel themselves a lil too much. Yours truly really is a mellow guy. I'll call a spade a spade in the nicest way possible.
For example: This guy I work with at Ramshead . . brings it mad tips but he's soooooooo annoying. When the time comes, i'll explain to him he's humor isn't my humor. I'll probably NEVER laugh at anything he says, but he'll understand i'm not trying to be rude, i'm being real and not gonna laugh at shit I think is corny.
There's only one guideline to HS09 . . don't cross me.
For the most part I keep to myself and my circle so it shouldn't be too hard. Somehow people manage to try to fuck my groove up tho . . and it's going to be the ultimate price to whomever does it. I've been talking about HS09 for some days now but now it's official. Too many people tested me lately and now it's time I let people know.
Remember the guideline and hope everyone has a Happy (Safe) Summer.
Hunting Season 2009
StonerCharm
For example: This guy I work with at Ramshead . . brings it mad tips but he's soooooooo annoying. When the time comes, i'll explain to him he's humor isn't my humor. I'll probably NEVER laugh at anything he says, but he'll understand i'm not trying to be rude, i'm being real and not gonna laugh at shit I think is corny.
There's only one guideline to HS09 . . don't cross me.
For the most part I keep to myself and my circle so it shouldn't be too hard. Somehow people manage to try to fuck my groove up tho . . and it's going to be the ultimate price to whomever does it. I've been talking about HS09 for some days now but now it's official. Too many people tested me lately and now it's time I let people know.
Remember the guideline and hope everyone has a Happy (Safe) Summer.
Hunting Season 2009
StonerCharm
Monday, June 15, 2009
Lol . . I almost forgot this shit
And here it is . . June 15, 2009. Approximately one month ago I initiated a life altering project that is now one month old. I won't go too in depth with what I'm exactly doing . . it's not about the process, more the result. Since it's MY project, i'll do shit MY way. It will be towards a positive outcome though, THAT will never change.
I posted on facebook how my child was born prematurely. It was. But it thrived and left incubation after two weeks and is not functioning on its own
I'm not gonna lie, when it left incubation I was mad happy. Which got me thinking to when I really have a child. I told everyone this project was like my child, which helped me get it out of incubation so quickly because I viewed it as my child . . my 2nd coming . .
However once the child left incubation my eyes widened and i lost sight of my goals . . I only talked about it. Once I checked on my child again, it was fine but it wasn't better. Granted I know this isn't a biological child but that kinda hurt. It blossomed beautifully leaving incubation but it kinda stood there.
Which provided me with new inspiration . . I can't allow my eyes to widen . . they must stay narrow. If you have bad eyes like I do, when you squint it's no longer fuzzy and very clear. For a brief second . . but it's crystal clear. I cannot allow that clarity to leave me . . when it does my child won't sprout as it did in that 2nd week.
I learned I love results and don't mind the work needed to put in to get to it.
"I work hard for no glory like Louis Gossett . . . " - Charles Hamilton
That line has been branded into my mind's welcome mat. It sums Franklin W. Robinson Jr. in eight words. With my new inspiration, my spanking new subliminal welcome mat and . . . shouts to Donnie for his new twitter post . .
" . . if I finish both I get to treat myself to some sneakers and Chiptole . . " (you misspelled 'Chipotle' son . . )
We can call that WD-40 because that will keep the wheels spinning w/o rust.
Dunno when the next update will be . . I don't really fuck with deadlines too much . . just keep reading!
Gone!
StonerCharm
I posted on facebook how my child was born prematurely. It was. But it thrived and left incubation after two weeks and is not functioning on its own
I'm not gonna lie, when it left incubation I was mad happy. Which got me thinking to when I really have a child. I told everyone this project was like my child, which helped me get it out of incubation so quickly because I viewed it as my child . . my 2nd coming . .
However once the child left incubation my eyes widened and i lost sight of my goals . . I only talked about it. Once I checked on my child again, it was fine but it wasn't better. Granted I know this isn't a biological child but that kinda hurt. It blossomed beautifully leaving incubation but it kinda stood there.
Which provided me with new inspiration . . I can't allow my eyes to widen . . they must stay narrow. If you have bad eyes like I do, when you squint it's no longer fuzzy and very clear. For a brief second . . but it's crystal clear. I cannot allow that clarity to leave me . . when it does my child won't sprout as it did in that 2nd week.
I learned I love results and don't mind the work needed to put in to get to it.
"I work hard for no glory like Louis Gossett . . . " - Charles Hamilton
That line has been branded into my mind's welcome mat. It sums Franklin W. Robinson Jr. in eight words. With my new inspiration, my spanking new subliminal welcome mat and . . . shouts to Donnie for his new twitter post . .
" . . if I finish both I get to treat myself to some sneakers and Chiptole . . " (you misspelled 'Chipotle' son . . )
We can call that WD-40 because that will keep the wheels spinning w/o rust.
Dunno when the next update will be . . I don't really fuck with deadlines too much . . just keep reading!
Gone!
StonerCharm
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
*deep breath* like a breath of fresh air
Me and Mel decided to hit the mall to cop some kicks . . Well he looking im just here. I been out the shoe game for a minute! Like I really feel I'm ready to get back in it.
I know why I been out the game. You get paid peanuts and work as a server during an economic crisis you got to give up some expensive hobbies.
I just saw this tuff ass kid track jacket . . . If I had a son I'd cop it for my lil man.
Back on subject . . With my shoe fetish. With this "new project" (june 15th yall . . Don't forget). I will be able to support my fetish and still get bills paid. Stay tuned yall . . .by 2010 there will be a huge makeover.
I wish I had some of my sups scallops . . Shits smell bomb.
Special appearance by Ms. Metro yall, she know who she is.
That wraps this one up.
Gone!
StonerCharm
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I know why I been out the game. You get paid peanuts and work as a server during an economic crisis you got to give up some expensive hobbies.
I just saw this tuff ass kid track jacket . . . If I had a son I'd cop it for my lil man.
Back on subject . . With my shoe fetish. With this "new project" (june 15th yall . . Don't forget). I will be able to support my fetish and still get bills paid. Stay tuned yall . . .by 2010 there will be a huge makeover.
I wish I had some of my sups scallops . . Shits smell bomb.
Special appearance by Ms. Metro yall, she know who she is.
That wraps this one up.
Gone!
StonerCharm
Sent on the Sprint® Now Network from my BlackBerry®
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Ion Give A Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck
I really don't . . I came to that conclusion this morning. Shout outs to my lil bro Kenny for helping me graduate to someone who really doesn't care. Took me some years to build up this armor but I finally got it. So say what you want about me, get ya rocks off while you're doing it too . . won't matter . . ima still be here, doing what you don't want/like me doing . . probably even more because you made it public.
Nah, for real if you got a problem with me, come to me and talk. That doesn't automatically mean it's a duel . . chill . . we can talk about issues and meet in the middle of the road and make the best out of a situation.
But for the people that talk shit . . listen to Unapologetic by my man Charles Hamilton.
"Cuz iiiiiiiiii'm not sorrrrrrrry (i'm not sorrrrrrrrrrry) . . it's huuuuuuuman naaaaaaaaaaaature"
HAHA!
WC
Nah, for real if you got a problem with me, come to me and talk. That doesn't automatically mean it's a duel . . chill . . we can talk about issues and meet in the middle of the road and make the best out of a situation.
But for the people that talk shit . . listen to Unapologetic by my man Charles Hamilton.
"Cuz iiiiiiiiii'm not sorrrrrrrry (i'm not sorrrrrrrrrrry) . . it's huuuuuuuman naaaaaaaaaaaature"
HAHA!
WC
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Late Night Blogging Owwww!
Good evening readers. It seems no one reads this blog because I got no hear nor hollar of any initials. If you read this and didn't do your homework then you're a lot like me. So like my man Mr. Aring said to me senior year . . .
Fuck you.
Shout out to mY girl Cathy Caycraft for lending us her former room. 'Preciate it yo.
Last night in Lisa apartment. You can always appreciate these moments. Ya homies gather round get some drinks, throw up a few L's. Like the last middle finger to the teachers the last day of school.
Damn. Take that in yall . . Lot of years since that happened.
Good times . . .
"Its gonna be a hot fuckin' summer yall."
Gone!
WC
Sent on the Sprint® Now Network from my BlackBerry®
Fuck you.
Shout out to mY girl Cathy Caycraft for lending us her former room. 'Preciate it yo.
Last night in Lisa apartment. You can always appreciate these moments. Ya homies gather round get some drinks, throw up a few L's. Like the last middle finger to the teachers the last day of school.
Damn. Take that in yall . . Lot of years since that happened.
Good times . . .
"Its gonna be a hot fuckin' summer yall."
Gone!
WC
Sent on the Sprint® Now Network from my BlackBerry®
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Morning!
morning yall! . . . . Or afternoon . . . This was the latest I woke up in awhile. Chilled with my boy Zack (wat up man!) Last night, good times.
I stayed over there for a minute too . . . Went over mad discussions, charles hamilton, Obama, being naturally awesome (we weren't grounded . . . Think about it) and Bennigans. Its been a full year now that bennigans closed and its good to see mostly everyone is doing fine. Bennigans was a cash cow yall . . . U REALLY don't know how much it hurt peoples pockets when it went under.
I'm grasping bsquare well . . I'm blogging on the balcony watching these kids about to do a very bad idea involving dueling with branches . . . Like these some big ass branches yo. Anyway . . . I think after I'm done with this post ima go for a run (if ur reading this, I suggest u do the same, couldn't hurt right? And if u can't due to a handicap or weather, do something to get the bloodflowing), maybe do another post, hit up pubdog for the bomb pizza, come home and head to rams for work.
Kung fu panda is a good ass movie, I gotta catch this onDemand. Oh yea . . . I got a twitter now. I don't think ima be a huge twitta . . . I dunno, just not my thing. Its crazy cuz I was boosting the shit outta it before I got bsquare. What do I say . . . Follow me at mrwaycool? . . . Is tht how it goes? The "tht" in that sentence is going to kill me . . One of my readers insisted I use "text lingo" when I post and text because they're too long sometimes. Whatever. That's another thing, I like that. Let me know what yall think of these posts . . Leave my comments, tell me in person, something. Let me know these get read. That's yall homework assignment. After yall read this, anyone, e-mail me or click leave a comment. My e-mail is fwr1586@aol.com. Send me an email or leave a comment simply putting ur initials. THAT'S IT!
Maybe its just me, but didn't yall love the simple, but sibliminal homework or class assignments? Maybe I'm just a real nerd, let's continue . .
Leave me an email, comment, or if u have it, shoot me a text. Easy hw assignment. I wanna see how many I can get before 6/15. There's that date again . . .
WC
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Saturday, May 30, 2009
Getting this shit, riiiiiight!
Yeeeeaaaaaaah, now I think we in business. Bet. So of course now that I got shit working I don't have shit to blog about . . . :/
Nevermind! So I'm at Jones and Ash house and they talking bout when they first met. Its crazy how shit start off mad rocky but can end up maaaad smooth. This shit is too funny. I'm not gonna put they biz out there . . . But think about it yall, you can really appreciate the "other" when you think of how yall started and where yall at now.
Me and bsquare gonna be real tight . . . I'm still figuring her/he out. I dunno if I want it be a girl or a dude. I mean I appreciate having a "Launchpad" as my sidekick however I dunno how I feel about having a dude around me all the time. Not on that "no homo" shit . . . I just prefer to be around females. ALSO I'm not a cheater ass nigga so if anyone was thinking that . . . Stop it.
The F project is in full motion, remember yall 6/15/09 . . . That's the day yall can hit me and ask about the project. I won't go into details, but everyone can ask how it's going.
Lil drunk at the moment, ash and jones still reminiscing about the prequel to their relationship. Ight yall, I'm gone!
WC
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Nevermind! So I'm at Jones and Ash house and they talking bout when they first met. Its crazy how shit start off mad rocky but can end up maaaad smooth. This shit is too funny. I'm not gonna put they biz out there . . . But think about it yall, you can really appreciate the "other" when you think of how yall started and where yall at now.
Me and bsquare gonna be real tight . . . I'm still figuring her/he out. I dunno if I want it be a girl or a dude. I mean I appreciate having a "Launchpad" as my sidekick however I dunno how I feel about having a dude around me all the time. Not on that "no homo" shit . . . I just prefer to be around females. ALSO I'm not a cheater ass nigga so if anyone was thinking that . . . Stop it.
The F project is in full motion, remember yall 6/15/09 . . . That's the day yall can hit me and ask about the project. I won't go into details, but everyone can ask how it's going.
Lil drunk at the moment, ash and jones still reminiscing about the prequel to their relationship. Ight yall, I'm gone!
WC
Sent on the Sprint® Now Network from my BlackBerry®
Friday, May 29, 2009
Saturday, May 23, 2009
What . . . ? No He Didn't?
Yea he did . . . i'm back.
*crowd cheers*
I'm back for the moment. I woke up maaad early this morning. Like 6:38 a.m. early . . without an alarm at that. I read CH's blog this morning and i have to give him props. He's at a blogging state that I want to be at and will be at once I get my blackberry. I got to give it a name . . . :/
Get Smart is a funny ass movie. Steve Carell is a funny fucking guy.
Expect massive new changes around here. Once I get that bb, it's on. This is gonna be a blog for real, funny ass videos, pics, posts all the time . . it's gonna be bananas . .
So i'm talking to my homie from philly . .
PJ! WAT UP!?
lol . . . she good peoples
Well, this is gonna be a quickie. I'm about to make a bomb ass breakfast, finish Get Smart, go for a quick run, play some Bioshock . .
Yo, I fucking SUCK at Bioshock. Ima beat this shit, but i'm the overall worst player at this fucking game. But it's fun as shit . . . but lets move on . .
after Bioshock, maybe clean Shannon a.k.a. The Tallgeese a.k.a. The Charger Tallgeese Chariot
( O_O )
then hit a movie with Lifesaver and The secret cookout (oooh, stir up some controversy . . dance puppets) then sleep for the Ramshead Double Bar Shift. Good money, little work . . .American dream.
Yea . . 09's turning into the shit I thought it would be . . But 08 was definitly the best year of my fucking life . . want a good story? Ask me about 08.
Gone!
WC
*crowd cheers*
I'm back for the moment. I woke up maaad early this morning. Like 6:38 a.m. early . . without an alarm at that. I read CH's blog this morning and i have to give him props. He's at a blogging state that I want to be at and will be at once I get my blackberry. I got to give it a name . . . :/
Get Smart is a funny ass movie. Steve Carell is a funny fucking guy.
Expect massive new changes around here. Once I get that bb, it's on. This is gonna be a blog for real, funny ass videos, pics, posts all the time . . it's gonna be bananas . .
So i'm talking to my homie from philly . .
PJ! WAT UP!?
lol . . . she good peoples
Well, this is gonna be a quickie. I'm about to make a bomb ass breakfast, finish Get Smart, go for a quick run, play some Bioshock . .
Yo, I fucking SUCK at Bioshock. Ima beat this shit, but i'm the overall worst player at this fucking game. But it's fun as shit . . . but lets move on . .
after Bioshock, maybe clean Shannon a.k.a. The Tallgeese a.k.a. The Charger Tallgeese Chariot
( O_O )
then hit a movie with Lifesaver and The secret cookout (oooh, stir up some controversy . . dance puppets) then sleep for the Ramshead Double Bar Shift. Good money, little work . . .American dream.
Yea . . 09's turning into the shit I thought it would be . . But 08 was definitly the best year of my fucking life . . want a good story? Ask me about 08.
Gone!
WC
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
It's Been Awhile
It's been awhile, I know . . I been maaaad busy that and I keep thinking up good blog entries but I'll lose the feeling/compassion for them by the time I get to a pen and paper or the Internet. Do not fear, I will be back, for now I'm on a hiatus (hi haters . . had to do it, lol) until I get my blackberry. Once I have that, blogs will be flowing daily. So everyone just give me a few more weeks and I'll be back, promise!
Let Me Be,
Frank
Let Me Be,
Frank
Monday, March 23, 2009
Stroll Down Muirkirk Rd
For the first time in a long time, I went outside tonight. Not saying i'm lazy or anything to those who don't know, but i'm usually on the run between jobs, gym, and social events . . . that and I'm a grown 23 year old man . . my type don't really be outside . . playing, lol.
Anyway, I walked up Muirkirk Rd tonight, and got some thinking done.
Warning: this is a random thought blog
-Because one is labeled as 'Cool' they don't have to be arrogant
-I really need a Blackberry, I have crazy thoughts/blogs and I can't remember all of them at the same time, if I had a trusty Blackberry I could have mad blogs
-Now I got to see when I'm due for an upgrade with Sprint . . I hate calling Sprint
-Do I really feel like going to Notty's tonight?
-I wonder what my better half is doing, when she get back . . more walks like these . . that'd be legit
-Where did I pick up 'legit' from?
-Charles Hamilton is the shit . . lyrics are ridiculous
-After I buy the TV, get another iPod . .
-Spoiler on the Charger, ye or nay?
-If I had a fucking Blackberry, I could put that on my twitter . .
-I don't know what twitter is . . just a victim of peer pressure and want to join it . . but I don't have a Blackberry!!!
-Maybe I should hold off on the iPod and get a Blackberry
-Ima blog about this when I get home . . I should name it somethin Blackberry, lmao!
Gone!
WC
P.s. Ima work on some new ways to end my blogs . . . WC stands for Way Cool = Me
Peep the problem
(WC)=Way Cool=Me <---Nerd
Anyway, I walked up Muirkirk Rd tonight, and got some thinking done.
Warning: this is a random thought blog
-Because one is labeled as 'Cool' they don't have to be arrogant
-I really need a Blackberry, I have crazy thoughts/blogs and I can't remember all of them at the same time, if I had a trusty Blackberry I could have mad blogs
-Now I got to see when I'm due for an upgrade with Sprint . . I hate calling Sprint
-Do I really feel like going to Notty's tonight?
-I wonder what my better half is doing, when she get back . . more walks like these . . that'd be legit
-Where did I pick up 'legit' from?
-Charles Hamilton is the shit . . lyrics are ridiculous
-After I buy the TV, get another iPod . .
-Spoiler on the Charger, ye or nay?
-If I had a fucking Blackberry, I could put that on my twitter . .
-I don't know what twitter is . . just a victim of peer pressure and want to join it . . but I don't have a Blackberry!!!
-Maybe I should hold off on the iPod and get a Blackberry
-Ima blog about this when I get home . . I should name it somethin Blackberry, lmao!
Gone!
WC
P.s. Ima work on some new ways to end my blogs . . . WC stands for Way Cool = Me
Peep the problem
(WC)=Way Cool=Me <---Nerd
Monday, March 9, 2009
Eureka! Somethin New!
Alright faithful fans, so we found another flaw/characteristic about ya boy . . . I hate when people close to me leave. Like that shit tears me up inside and I don't know why, but I'm happy I diagnosed this shit. This been going on since I was a kid and I never knew why I would feel the way I feel when people leave . . now that I know I can make up ways to get over it better.
My sisters would go away to school after spring break or summer vacation . . those days were hard for young Franklin. I'd cry forever . . haha, it's always one of the family memories we bring up, my crybaby ass. Dunno why, it's just one of those things that really strikes emotional chords. I hide my emotions pretty well . . my sad emotions are so hidden I forget where they are from time to time . . sad, I know. Happiness comes easy for me to show, it may be fake but it's easy to smile . . that less muscles to smile shit is true . . but sadness, seems hand and hand with weakness . . something I demanded myself to never show because of being called a crybaby back in the day. There are times I wondered if I'd ever cry again . . it's been awhile, last time i cried was back in 05 i think, that was when Uncle Kenny died (R.I.P.) . . I saw my moms crying, now Moms is one of the strongest I know, never seen Mom cry . . but at that funeral she cried and it just opened floodgates for me. I dunno if it was over my uncle passing or if it was just years of emotion finally coming out . . somethin I got to ask my man when I reach the pearly gates.
But yea . . my better half will leave for school and I'll be straight . . sad, but straight. When I was a younger and my sis' would leave . . son I couldn't go to school, lol! (shit happened once, but it was crazy, lol) . I've already gotten better at watching people leave cuz I can still function and go out but it's crazy how I feel inside. Calm on the outside, inside it's hurricane Frank, ripping emotions up. I'd never tell nobody that shit though, weird i know . .
Why did I write this? I dunno, I was looking for a mixture of finding myself and therapy. My better half left for school Sunday . . I ain't even see her Sunday before she left and we told each other we would see each other before she went back. You'd think the crybaby would DEFINITELY be out . . but I got him under control. I'm a lot better now that I wrote this . . the sun's beginning to part the stormy skies inside . . 1
Let Me Be,
Frank
My sisters would go away to school after spring break or summer vacation . . those days were hard for young Franklin. I'd cry forever . . haha, it's always one of the family memories we bring up, my crybaby ass. Dunno why, it's just one of those things that really strikes emotional chords. I hide my emotions pretty well . . my sad emotions are so hidden I forget where they are from time to time . . sad, I know. Happiness comes easy for me to show, it may be fake but it's easy to smile . . that less muscles to smile shit is true . . but sadness, seems hand and hand with weakness . . something I demanded myself to never show because of being called a crybaby back in the day. There are times I wondered if I'd ever cry again . . it's been awhile, last time i cried was back in 05 i think, that was when Uncle Kenny died (R.I.P.) . . I saw my moms crying, now Moms is one of the strongest I know, never seen Mom cry . . but at that funeral she cried and it just opened floodgates for me. I dunno if it was over my uncle passing or if it was just years of emotion finally coming out . . somethin I got to ask my man when I reach the pearly gates.
But yea . . my better half will leave for school and I'll be straight . . sad, but straight. When I was a younger and my sis' would leave . . son I couldn't go to school, lol! (shit happened once, but it was crazy, lol) . I've already gotten better at watching people leave cuz I can still function and go out but it's crazy how I feel inside. Calm on the outside, inside it's hurricane Frank, ripping emotions up. I'd never tell nobody that shit though, weird i know . .
Why did I write this? I dunno, I was looking for a mixture of finding myself and therapy. My better half left for school Sunday . . I ain't even see her Sunday before she left and we told each other we would see each other before she went back. You'd think the crybaby would DEFINITELY be out . . but I got him under control. I'm a lot better now that I wrote this . . the sun's beginning to part the stormy skies inside . . 1
Let Me Be,
Frank
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Goin' Up? Vol 3 . . i think, it seems the title changes everytime, lol
On the ground level of the metro building I work in there's social services. Unfortunately it's a lot of under waged income persona's walk in there, some ghetto, some just need the extra help, young parents, new immigrants, etc. But I saw what I can't stand coming out of there today.
So shortie gets on the elevator with me to go to the first floor, she could've easily walked one flight, then I peeped what she had on . . she was fresh as shit! Fresh out the box pink timbs, the name escapes me on the jeans females wear, the jeans every girl want, a Gucci purse, and a t-mobile G1 . . and had the nerve to be stepping out social services!
Crazy
Let Me Be,
Frank
So shortie gets on the elevator with me to go to the first floor, she could've easily walked one flight, then I peeped what she had on . . she was fresh as shit! Fresh out the box pink timbs, the name escapes me on the jeans females wear, the jeans every girl want, a Gucci purse, and a t-mobile G1 . . and had the nerve to be stepping out social services!
Crazy
Let Me Be,
Frank
Friday, February 20, 2009
Goin Up? Vol. 3
So I saw the future for two people as I got on the elevator for a brief second. My man, cool Nigerian cat, was mad fresh working his game on this shy but interested lady . . it was crazy to watch him work his game on her and it beginning to work on her. Then . . when they got off the elevator some girls called my man's named . . had to be like 3 or 5 of them. He got a bright future w/ the ladies . . just make sure they don't be ya downfall, PLEASE!
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Goin' Up? : Vol. 2
Me and this guy get on the elevator and he pushes 4, bet, that's where I need to go . . he must work for the Government agency down the hall. The elevator stops at the first floor and this young guy (with nooooooooooooooo shape up) gets on the elevator and makes eye contact with me and gets on. Immediately I drew the conclusion he figured I was getting off at PG. So we get to the fourth floor, guy that works for the government gets off i'm about to step off and cuz says to me, "Man, why you ain't tell me you wasn't getting off at the 2nd floor?"
smh . . .lol . .
Let Me Be,
Frank
smh . . .lol . .
Let Me Be,
Frank
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Been Awhile . .
Haven't clicked create post in some days . . no writers block just don't have much to write about. I heard this tough ass line by my man Charles Hamilton the other day, it caused a slight ripple in my mind to make me want to blog about it, but it's not that serious . . the line escapes me but when I go to move my car (free 2 hour parking, holla at me!) i'll listen to it and re-post it. Life's been good, obviously because I haven't been blogging bout anything. Ima try to change that though, my blogs shouldn't just be about pet peeves or how weird I am (it's getting old man). It's hailing/sleeting now . . which means traffic's going to be a bitch, but I leave at 3:30 while the masses are still working.
I made a new schedule to add some structure to things, last time I made a schedule it was successful . . then Bennigans died and my personal economic troubles were getting to it. I've got Ramshead almost to Bennigans status as far as finances are concerned thus the schedule is back into play.
Valentine's Day was straight for me, made over 200, my better half got me a meaaaaannnn ass vanilla candle (I fucks with some candles), a card, and some reese cups, 'preciate it babe!
This Rihanna/Chris Brown fiasco . . it's unfortunate but it happens. The public sometimes forget celebrities were once 'the public' before they were in the limelight. Yesterday I saw this girl wild out on her man, at least I hoped it was her man, she was going to town on his jaw and ribs . . again, it's unfortunate but it happens. Both ways obviously. That's the only personal opinion I have on it . . no one was right in the situation . . but again . . it happens.
uhhhhhhhh . . yea, I think that's it . . . the "plan" is in full swing . . officially started today, there were some hiccups to delay it.
Let Me Be,
Frank
I made a new schedule to add some structure to things, last time I made a schedule it was successful . . then Bennigans died and my personal economic troubles were getting to it. I've got Ramshead almost to Bennigans status as far as finances are concerned thus the schedule is back into play.
Valentine's Day was straight for me, made over 200, my better half got me a meaaaaannnn ass vanilla candle (I fucks with some candles), a card, and some reese cups, 'preciate it babe!
This Rihanna/Chris Brown fiasco . . it's unfortunate but it happens. The public sometimes forget celebrities were once 'the public' before they were in the limelight. Yesterday I saw this girl wild out on her man, at least I hoped it was her man, she was going to town on his jaw and ribs . . again, it's unfortunate but it happens. Both ways obviously. That's the only personal opinion I have on it . . no one was right in the situation . . but again . . it happens.
uhhhhhhhh . . yea, I think that's it . . . the "plan" is in full swing . . officially started today, there were some hiccups to delay it.
Let Me Be,
Frank
Monday, February 16, 2009
Untitled
I got a nice lil project coming up to keep me busy . . . todays the 16th . . . ask me in a month how's it going thus far . . and don't be afraid to remind me of it too, haha
Let Me Be,
Frank
Let Me Be,
Frank
Thursday, February 12, 2009
'Nother Day .
The weather around this time of the year is awesome, skies stay clear and it's slightly breezy . . like you don't need ya bulky ass peacoat or north face, ya kno . . Track Jacket season is what I like to call it and track jackets are the shit! Ima definitely get a few more this season, ya know . . help the economy out, haha.
Speaking of the economy . . I heard today from my ace, robberies increase during times like these and I got to thinking . . You got to be a cruddy ass character to rob someone during times like these. Because no one has shit to give up, and if do have it they obviously need it and didn't sell it for extra bucks yet. That's my rant for the day
Quote of the moment: ". . it was kinda hard to get the whole puzzle working with half a jigsaw, I got mine, let me hope you get yours without getting ripped off. I left a trail nigga follow it, when it's gone make a new one, don't remodel shit!" - Joe Budden
Gone,
Frank
Speaking of the economy . . I heard today from my ace, robberies increase during times like these and I got to thinking . . You got to be a cruddy ass character to rob someone during times like these. Because no one has shit to give up, and if do have it they obviously need it and didn't sell it for extra bucks yet. That's my rant for the day
Quote of the moment: ". . it was kinda hard to get the whole puzzle working with half a jigsaw, I got mine, let me hope you get yours without getting ripped off. I left a trail nigga follow it, when it's gone make a new one, don't remodel shit!" - Joe Budden
Gone,
Frank
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
The Weather Brings 'Em Out
I was talking to a friend the other day and she was telling me she wanted to get in shape. I told her instead of accomplishing short term goals, why don't you just aim for only long term goals? I used the example of instead of hitting snooze on the alarm and getting 10 more minutes of sleep which won't benefit you in the least (short term goal) why don't you get up get a quick exercise bit going so when the weather gets real nice you'll already be tight and right and your girlfriends will be slacking (long term goal).
The point I was trying to make is, it's crazy how the sun can affect everyone's mood altogether. Today I was walking to my car and thinking whenever the weather is trying to get nice I go back to high school, getting out of school, everyone walking to the student parking lot or their buses or I'll think of when we started conditioning, no one was in shape or wanted to be out there but it was always good to see everyone again . . the weather really brings camaraderie back out. It's been cold for months and everyone trying to stay warm at home or don't want to go anywhere because it's cold, but it gets a lil warm and everyone's outside . . it's awesome.
Let Me Be,
Frank
The point I was trying to make is, it's crazy how the sun can affect everyone's mood altogether. Today I was walking to my car and thinking whenever the weather is trying to get nice I go back to high school, getting out of school, everyone walking to the student parking lot or their buses or I'll think of when we started conditioning, no one was in shape or wanted to be out there but it was always good to see everyone again . . the weather really brings camaraderie back out. It's been cold for months and everyone trying to stay warm at home or don't want to go anywhere because it's cold, but it gets a lil warm and everyone's outside . . it's awesome.
Let Me Be,
Frank
*untitled* Episode . . Volume . Whatever, It's The First One Of Whatever It Is
These won't have a title (title contest maybe?) until someone can give me a creative name for them. I work in a metro building, with different companies on each floor. The first floor, i dunno what's going on there but I know there's a deli and it's the exit to the main street. The second floor is PG Community College, third floor is another UMUC department, and fourth floor is us. Oh! I forgot the basement which is social services and custodians/repairmen etc. Whenever something crazy happens I'm going to blog about it. Nothing too deep just a few sentences about what I noticed . . I take that back, some may go into deep discussion but for the most part this is all about fun, haha!
Riding up the elevator I hit 4, guy next to me hits 2. Pants around his knees and iPod blasting unnecessary cuss words . . but he was getting off at the PG floor . . my man's getting an education . . keep doing you homie.
Let Me Be,
Frank
Riding up the elevator I hit 4, guy next to me hits 2. Pants around his knees and iPod blasting unnecessary cuss words . . but he was getting off at the PG floor . . my man's getting an education . . keep doing you homie.
Let Me Be,
Frank
Monday, February 9, 2009
Some ill shit my man Ced put on facebook
You see I know me more than them but they stay trying judge me ! Put my feet on hot stones; man I swear they don't love me ! They read the book from the cover and read the foot-notes later but if only they turned the pages and read in depth then they would they see I'm a person with more than intellect ! Passionate about life and breathing just period! So when I say laugh now that doesn't mean I'm not being serious ! Just life is too short to not enjoy the fruits ! Sour apples fall far but remain amungst the group! I try to walk with my head up because they love to see you looking at ground ! Failure is my enemy but I know it quite well! Success is a distant cousin and it visits when it can ! Some people walk through life and others just run ! Not me I jog because I don't want to get bored from walking and too tired from running! Over thinking a lot of things because I want to be right the first time ! I'm my biggest critic and judge myself the hardest so when I do fall I don't need a lot help just my own helping hand to push myself ! At times I do look back to see if troubles are chasing me but I only see the mistakes I made hoping I trip so they could trade places with me ! I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to give up at times and breakdown and cry but that would go against anything I every wanted and did work for ! Its more than just what I want out of life ! Its how I want people to percieve me as and know I don't fit stereotypes! Cards are against me and the weakest card society sees is that I'm black but I cherish that card and hold it tight to me ! Real in all I do and stand behind my word so if I switch on my word they are just mere put together verbs
Friday, February 6, 2009
Call It What You Want
I dunno if i want to make this about pet peeves, how i think, my flaws, what, i think, are my positives, i dunno . . its all gonna be jumbled up in this therefore providing me with the above title, lol.
I realized the other day, I'm constantly thinking. Constantly, I'm typing this up now and thinking of my next blog. My mind works weird as fuck, for example:
I was driving and slipped in some black ice, my car lost control and began to perform a 360 on Foundry St. (right outside of rams head) While I was on the 180 degree I thought the following things: "Fuck!" "Chill out, turn the wheel with the car so I can regain control, let off all pedals, if I hit something turn this bitch to the passenger side or the trunk, call Allstate first, call parents, get ready to call boss man tell him ima be late or not coming, don't let my best friends/girlfriend know until I'm out of the hospital and home safe, ok i got control . . "
I couldn't even lie about that, that's really what went through my head . . I didn't want to tell my friends/better half because I know, for some odd reason, more people than I thought really care about my well being and with the already mental stress of getting a rental, what money I need to come up with to get the rental, getting to and from work . . my most stressful thought would be to make sure I look ok, so my friends won't worry about me. I hate when ppl worry about me, because while yall are worrying it hinders my strategy of getting out of whatever bind I'm in and I hate to see concern on my loved ones faces. I care about yall more than yall would ever know . . i kno i don't show it alot, but it's because I think if i show too much appreciation/love towards yall someone on the outside would/could see and may attempt harm. Harm doesn't necessarily mean physical, someone can talk shit and if I hear it then a side I really don't like to show will manifest into a physical form. (<--weirdo, i kno, lol). That and I was raised more to be on my own, moms had to work and pops wasn't necessarily around so I did a lot of growing when i was a tyke. Society calls my kind, latch-key kids and we get a bad rap . . I would like to be the poster boy of latch-key kids . . I turned out alright. I'm damn independent and sometimes that scares ppl close to me. I know when to ask for help if i need it, most of the time it looks like the world is against me but ppl forget . . I'm always thinking, i made plenty of strategies to get through agendas, and strategies on top of those strategies if the previous strategies fail. So to those that hear I may be in current financial bind or somethin wrong w/ the whip, or etc. The best motivation for me is for yall to smile and treat me normal. Hard i know, but it really does help.
Next topic
I keep to myself, I even have the look of someone who keeps to himself . . but I'm polite also. You'll catch me walking, hands in my pockets, head kinda low but i say hello when I make eye contact people. I'm a polite person, but if I have nothing to say, don't take it as an insult . . I have nothing to say to you and i'm terrible in small talk. I'd rather not do it, but I just sound ridiculously fake and I don't want to come off as a fake person. If I don't particularly care for you, i definitely won't have anything to say to you, but i'll still be polite. I mesh with some people better than others so while it may seem i'm being a dick to you, i'm really not I just have something to talk about with this person or this group of people. That goes for everyone, ask my parents, they'll tell you. I'll come home, say my hello's and if I have nothing to say i'll go straight to my room. My pops is still getting used to it, but he'll agree with me . . it's a learning process. (haha, ain't that right Brandi?)
Piggybacking off keeping to myself, it's a major change to how I used to act. I used to be the clown, the comic relief to group outings, so it's not uncommon for me to hear if i'm ok or why am i acting brand new? I've been around for 23 years now and i've always heard this phrase, it didn't make sense when i was younger, but being older and hearing it it makes a lot more sense. "Tale less; listen more." When I listen more, I see more as well. Therefore it kinda makes me a better person . . I can see through bullshit and educate myself more. I tend not to eavesdrop because I hate (MUHFUCKIN HATE THIS SHIT!) when people don't mind their business. If I want to drop my two cents in, i'll come in smooth with an excuse me, or ask if i can come in the convo, not just throw in my two cents and expect to be the savior of the conversation. Do that to some real folk and they'll nicely put me in my place (been there plenty of times, lol).
I was going to write more, but i'll save the rest of it for another blog . . I haven't wrote one in a week, i think so I wanted to just put some stuff down.
OH YEA! ight, so remember when I was bitching about losing my notebook? Found it, so this is my very public apology .
I'm sorry
There it go and there I go back to work, haha
Just Let Me Be,
Frank
I realized the other day, I'm constantly thinking. Constantly, I'm typing this up now and thinking of my next blog. My mind works weird as fuck, for example:
I was driving and slipped in some black ice, my car lost control and began to perform a 360 on Foundry St. (right outside of rams head) While I was on the 180 degree I thought the following things: "Fuck!" "Chill out, turn the wheel with the car so I can regain control, let off all pedals, if I hit something turn this bitch to the passenger side or the trunk, call Allstate first, call parents, get ready to call boss man tell him ima be late or not coming, don't let my best friends/girlfriend know until I'm out of the hospital and home safe, ok i got control . . "
I couldn't even lie about that, that's really what went through my head . . I didn't want to tell my friends/better half because I know, for some odd reason, more people than I thought really care about my well being and with the already mental stress of getting a rental, what money I need to come up with to get the rental, getting to and from work . . my most stressful thought would be to make sure I look ok, so my friends won't worry about me. I hate when ppl worry about me, because while yall are worrying it hinders my strategy of getting out of whatever bind I'm in and I hate to see concern on my loved ones faces. I care about yall more than yall would ever know . . i kno i don't show it alot, but it's because I think if i show too much appreciation/love towards yall someone on the outside would/could see and may attempt harm. Harm doesn't necessarily mean physical, someone can talk shit and if I hear it then a side I really don't like to show will manifest into a physical form. (<--weirdo, i kno, lol). That and I was raised more to be on my own, moms had to work and pops wasn't necessarily around so I did a lot of growing when i was a tyke. Society calls my kind, latch-key kids and we get a bad rap . . I would like to be the poster boy of latch-key kids . . I turned out alright. I'm damn independent and sometimes that scares ppl close to me. I know when to ask for help if i need it, most of the time it looks like the world is against me but ppl forget . . I'm always thinking, i made plenty of strategies to get through agendas, and strategies on top of those strategies if the previous strategies fail. So to those that hear I may be in current financial bind or somethin wrong w/ the whip, or etc. The best motivation for me is for yall to smile and treat me normal. Hard i know, but it really does help.
Next topic
I keep to myself, I even have the look of someone who keeps to himself . . but I'm polite also. You'll catch me walking, hands in my pockets, head kinda low but i say hello when I make eye contact people. I'm a polite person, but if I have nothing to say, don't take it as an insult . . I have nothing to say to you and i'm terrible in small talk. I'd rather not do it, but I just sound ridiculously fake and I don't want to come off as a fake person. If I don't particularly care for you, i definitely won't have anything to say to you, but i'll still be polite. I mesh with some people better than others so while it may seem i'm being a dick to you, i'm really not I just have something to talk about with this person or this group of people. That goes for everyone, ask my parents, they'll tell you. I'll come home, say my hello's and if I have nothing to say i'll go straight to my room. My pops is still getting used to it, but he'll agree with me . . it's a learning process. (haha, ain't that right Brandi?)
Piggybacking off keeping to myself, it's a major change to how I used to act. I used to be the clown, the comic relief to group outings, so it's not uncommon for me to hear if i'm ok or why am i acting brand new? I've been around for 23 years now and i've always heard this phrase, it didn't make sense when i was younger, but being older and hearing it it makes a lot more sense. "Tale less; listen more." When I listen more, I see more as well. Therefore it kinda makes me a better person . . I can see through bullshit and educate myself more. I tend not to eavesdrop because I hate (MUHFUCKIN HATE THIS SHIT!) when people don't mind their business. If I want to drop my two cents in, i'll come in smooth with an excuse me, or ask if i can come in the convo, not just throw in my two cents and expect to be the savior of the conversation. Do that to some real folk and they'll nicely put me in my place (been there plenty of times, lol).
I was going to write more, but i'll save the rest of it for another blog . . I haven't wrote one in a week, i think so I wanted to just put some stuff down.
OH YEA! ight, so remember when I was bitching about losing my notebook? Found it, so this is my very public apology .
I'm sorry
There it go and there I go back to work, haha
Just Let Me Be,
Frank
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Relationships (Part 2)
***Disclaimer**
I want to start off with saying Thank You to everyone that left comments, thanked me personally, or hit me on my phone saying thanks. I really, truly appreciate it with all my heart . . really, Thank You all.
I ended the first of this two parter with being friends with your other, you know how much they mean to you so the "Boyfriend/Girlfriend" title really doesn't have to be stressed. Can you say you've been in a relationship with your other as long as you've been cool with your best friend or a sibling? No, because there's no strain on that relationship. You'll butt heads from time to time, but yall will always be cool, that's the mutual bond you and your best friend, sibling, parent share . . so why not use that same energy put into that bond for your other? Some will agree, others will disagree and will say it's complicated with "relations," well don't make it complicated. It's a choice to make shit complicated, we all know what's the right and wrong thing to do, we choose the wrong thing to do to make life easier, exciting, etc. Sometimes it's hard to do the right thing, because usually it's longer and less fun . . but at the end of the day it's the right thing to do.
So why be friends with your other? Shit happens . . the weight will pick up, the looks will fade, the sex will get boring . . but if that's your best friend, you not gonna leave them in the dust. That's cruddy as shit and if you do pull that shit, stay the fuck away from me. You may leave me up shits creek for the next cool guy that writes awesome blogs (<--feeling myself just a tad there, haha) But you get where I'm coming from? My grandparents been married for yeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrssss. How? My man Tom Robinson told me, my grandmother was his homie from way back, from third grade. They got feelings for each other, started messing around, got married, had mad kids and grand kids and they still married. He'll still refer to my grandmother as his partner in crime first before saying this is my wife, Marjorie.
So if you haven't got the point from the two parter by now, just be cool with your mate. Attempt to make it so your mate is on the same fun level as your best friend, because will take a lot to break that mutual bond if both of you put the same amount of energy into it. Also no clocking . . . you wasn't around them for the x amount of years before yall got together . . do you clock your best friend?
Think About It,
Frank
I want to start off with saying Thank You to everyone that left comments, thanked me personally, or hit me on my phone saying thanks. I really, truly appreciate it with all my heart . . really, Thank You all.
I ended the first of this two parter with being friends with your other, you know how much they mean to you so the "Boyfriend/Girlfriend" title really doesn't have to be stressed. Can you say you've been in a relationship with your other as long as you've been cool with your best friend or a sibling? No, because there's no strain on that relationship. You'll butt heads from time to time, but yall will always be cool, that's the mutual bond you and your best friend, sibling, parent share . . so why not use that same energy put into that bond for your other? Some will agree, others will disagree and will say it's complicated with "relations," well don't make it complicated. It's a choice to make shit complicated, we all know what's the right and wrong thing to do, we choose the wrong thing to do to make life easier, exciting, etc. Sometimes it's hard to do the right thing, because usually it's longer and less fun . . but at the end of the day it's the right thing to do.
So why be friends with your other? Shit happens . . the weight will pick up, the looks will fade, the sex will get boring . . but if that's your best friend, you not gonna leave them in the dust. That's cruddy as shit and if you do pull that shit, stay the fuck away from me. You may leave me up shits creek for the next cool guy that writes awesome blogs (<--feeling myself just a tad there, haha) But you get where I'm coming from? My grandparents been married for yeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrssss. How? My man Tom Robinson told me, my grandmother was his homie from way back, from third grade. They got feelings for each other, started messing around, got married, had mad kids and grand kids and they still married. He'll still refer to my grandmother as his partner in crime first before saying this is my wife, Marjorie.
So if you haven't got the point from the two parter by now, just be cool with your mate. Attempt to make it so your mate is on the same fun level as your best friend, because will take a lot to break that mutual bond if both of you put the same amount of energy into it. Also no clocking . . . you wasn't around them for the x amount of years before yall got together . . do you clock your best friend?
Think About It,
Frank
Monday, January 26, 2009
Relationships (Pt. 1)
This blog . . . I've been wanting to write this one for a looooooooooooooooooooooooooong time, but I told myself I was going to do my blogs in order of my thoughts (The previous blogs were thought of first, I got a list of topics that I'm doing in order). I'm probably going to get a lot of love/respect for this one or a lot of hate, hopefully both, haha. Lace up my gloves, cue my muhfuckin music . . I'm going in.
So we all had different types of relationships. We've heard them all, start off as friends then make it something more, opposites attract, fuck relationships, friends with benefits . . regardless, it's a relationship. They all start off different but end up heartbroken, married, or other. Let's view an example of a common relationship, this isn't anyone in particular and I may be wrong, but it's my blog and I'm going to write what I want. I'm not paying yall to come here, you all come on your own . . after all that . .
You meet one another from a friend, maybe at a party, somehow both of you meet. There's mild flirting while both of you are nervous. One of you builds up the courage to ask the other for their number or some may be bold to ask when's the next time you two will meet. There's the date, a few more, it's awesome. You're all she/he thinks about, dates are fun, sex is great . . this is supposed to last forever . . it doesn't. Then the commitment comes in and one goes too overboard while the other is getting bored looking for partners. While one is searching the other is clocking every move their partner is making. The one who's searching we'll call the predator the one who's clocking we'll call the time keeper. (I'm a lame, i know). While the predator is out doing something harmless, the time keeper finally blows up on the predator. The predator ain't having it, so it's gonna go find it's prey and do 'whatever.' Time keeper finds out, somehow they make up and try to make it work. Now the relationship is tarnished and although they both decided to put it behind them it's always there on their mind. Now spectators (friends) are watching and both parties are hearing everything from 'give it another chance' to 'fuck (insert name here).' Both parties are confused and instead of going separate ways they stay together because of the time put into the relationship. I don't even want to get into having kids and getting married . .
Someone's going to relate to what I just wrote, hopefully more than just one person but I'm sure everyone can see where I'm coming from and where I'm going. It shouldn't be that way, it doesn't have to be that way either. The previous scenario is a choice, the predator chose to search for another partner, the time keeper chose to clock their partners every move. The next scenario is how it should be . . not even a scenario . . cuz it's not going to be that long.
Instead of giving your other the title, "Boyfriend/Girlfriend" keep them as your friend first. Make light jokes, have fun, don't clock them, make sure they're still having the same fun before they met you; this means if every Monday night was mans night out or the girls got together to go to the club who are you to stop that?, stop going through each other's phone; your feelings going to be hurt regardless, you either gonna find something or feel bad when you found nothing, if there's an issue don't let it last days, end it that day . . like you would do with your homegirl or homie. Yall get where I'm coming from? Stop making everything larger than what it is. Also stop falling heads over heels for people in only a few weeks, take your time and see how it plays out.
Try it out . . it can't hurt
Just Let Me Be,
Frank
So we all had different types of relationships. We've heard them all, start off as friends then make it something more, opposites attract, fuck relationships, friends with benefits . . regardless, it's a relationship. They all start off different but end up heartbroken, married, or other. Let's view an example of a common relationship, this isn't anyone in particular and I may be wrong, but it's my blog and I'm going to write what I want. I'm not paying yall to come here, you all come on your own . . after all that . .
You meet one another from a friend, maybe at a party, somehow both of you meet. There's mild flirting while both of you are nervous. One of you builds up the courage to ask the other for their number or some may be bold to ask when's the next time you two will meet. There's the date, a few more, it's awesome. You're all she/he thinks about, dates are fun, sex is great . . this is supposed to last forever . . it doesn't. Then the commitment comes in and one goes too overboard while the other is getting bored looking for partners. While one is searching the other is clocking every move their partner is making. The one who's searching we'll call the predator the one who's clocking we'll call the time keeper. (I'm a lame, i know). While the predator is out doing something harmless, the time keeper finally blows up on the predator. The predator ain't having it, so it's gonna go find it's prey and do 'whatever.' Time keeper finds out, somehow they make up and try to make it work. Now the relationship is tarnished and although they both decided to put it behind them it's always there on their mind. Now spectators (friends) are watching and both parties are hearing everything from 'give it another chance' to 'fuck (insert name here).' Both parties are confused and instead of going separate ways they stay together because of the time put into the relationship. I don't even want to get into having kids and getting married . .
Someone's going to relate to what I just wrote, hopefully more than just one person but I'm sure everyone can see where I'm coming from and where I'm going. It shouldn't be that way, it doesn't have to be that way either. The previous scenario is a choice, the predator chose to search for another partner, the time keeper chose to clock their partners every move. The next scenario is how it should be . . not even a scenario . . cuz it's not going to be that long.
Instead of giving your other the title, "Boyfriend/Girlfriend" keep them as your friend first. Make light jokes, have fun, don't clock them, make sure they're still having the same fun before they met you; this means if every Monday night was mans night out or the girls got together to go to the club who are you to stop that?, stop going through each other's phone; your feelings going to be hurt regardless, you either gonna find something or feel bad when you found nothing, if there's an issue don't let it last days, end it that day . . like you would do with your homegirl or homie. Yall get where I'm coming from? Stop making everything larger than what it is. Also stop falling heads over heels for people in only a few weeks, take your time and see how it plays out.
Try it out . . it can't hurt
Just Let Me Be,
Frank
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Another Random Topic About Yours Truly
1. Every name in my name is a last name
2. I'm a nerd
3. I don't want money for myself, I want it for family, friends, and to those that don't have it
4. I blog . . .a lot
5. Most of them are in my notebook, a lot of them don't hit the net
6. Many people describe me as abstract
7. Apparently I'm an awesome guy . . many people have told me, but I still think I'm just average blue collar Frank
8. I read manga and watch anime faithfully (nerd)
9. I wish I could go back in time and change a few things, not many at all
10. I want to learn how to DJ
11. I wish I could flow
12. Because I don't talk to you, doesn't necessarily mean I don't like you
13. I don't smile in pictures
14. I put more burden on my shoulders then I should and anyone would ever know
15. I'm really animated
16. I care a lot about the ppl i kno, like A LOT.
17. I come off cold at first, I'm really not, I'm analyzing you to see what i can say and can't say and do and can't do around you . . trust me it's really me and not you
18. Some of the facts in this are from a previous blog I wrote
19. I think I have one of the better girlfriends in the world
20. I'm really private, I don't like people knowing things when they weren't there when it happened (MAJOR PET PEEVE)
21. Until recently I've become a major fan of pharrell
22. I'm seriously blessed . . seriously . .
23. I tend to help people make their situations easy as possible, but can never do it for myself
24. I'll chill with a girl, but it doesn't mean my intention is to smash (got this from you Mass)
25. The best heroes are the ones with a dominant Id which will manifest
26. I have a serious Id, but I keep it under control
27. I count people I dislike on two hands . . I don't consider them enemies, because they wouldn't dare come at me wrong.
Let Me Be,
Frank
2. I'm a nerd
3. I don't want money for myself, I want it for family, friends, and to those that don't have it
4. I blog . . .a lot
5. Most of them are in my notebook, a lot of them don't hit the net
6. Many people describe me as abstract
7. Apparently I'm an awesome guy . . many people have told me, but I still think I'm just average blue collar Frank
8. I read manga and watch anime faithfully (nerd)
9. I wish I could go back in time and change a few things, not many at all
10. I want to learn how to DJ
11. I wish I could flow
12. Because I don't talk to you, doesn't necessarily mean I don't like you
13. I don't smile in pictures
14. I put more burden on my shoulders then I should and anyone would ever know
15. I'm really animated
16. I care a lot about the ppl i kno, like A LOT.
17. I come off cold at first, I'm really not, I'm analyzing you to see what i can say and can't say and do and can't do around you . . trust me it's really me and not you
18. Some of the facts in this are from a previous blog I wrote
19. I think I have one of the better girlfriends in the world
20. I'm really private, I don't like people knowing things when they weren't there when it happened (MAJOR PET PEEVE)
21. Until recently I've become a major fan of pharrell
22. I'm seriously blessed . . seriously . .
23. I tend to help people make their situations easy as possible, but can never do it for myself
24. I'll chill with a girl, but it doesn't mean my intention is to smash (got this from you Mass)
25. The best heroes are the ones with a dominant Id which will manifest
26. I have a serious Id, but I keep it under control
27. I count people I dislike on two hands . . I don't consider them enemies, because they wouldn't dare come at me wrong.
Let Me Be,
Frank
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Discretion
Merriam-Webster defines Discretion, as the quality of being discreet. Being a child, I remember being told to keep my mouth shut, especially on finances, religion, and politics, I was always taught to keep things to myself unless spoken too. That made me the person I am today, I guess that's also why people want to know about me, because I'm a very discreet person. I discuss with people older than me and it seems they were all told the same thing. Therefore I've come to the conclusion, no one in our present time practices discretion anymore.
My mother was raised in the 50's - 60's era and her parents/guardians taught her to be discreet, as a matter of fact I'm sure everyone back then was discreet. No one commonly asked "How much do you make?," politics weren't discussed in the bar, and religion wasn't argued about in open areas. There also weren't web pages which allowed people to do post whatever they wanted. It was a different code back in the day, you pulled some shit like that, back then and you were shunned. No one messed with you like that.
Discretion flew out the window, ppl put up sex pictures with their other if one of them is pissed off, beef videos are made and put on YouTube, pictures are up for the public to see on facebook/myspaces . . . that shouldn't be . . I shouldn't have access to someones album if one of their picture has a burn mark on someones inner thigh. That could be x or y chromosome, it's not cool. The same people that put all this up, will be the same to get mad when someone else questions them about a picture. If it wasn't up for the public to see in the first place, no one would be in your business.
Fortunately for me, no one's in my business, because I can count on one hand the people who know the most about me, and they don't know the half of who/what I really am about. I'm in the process of untagging my pictures on facebook and myspace. It's nothing personal to anyone in particular, I just prefer being discreet. If you were around me when something happened, then it becomes your business as well. There's nothing wrong with that, I dislike people that will view someones entire web page, cell phone, etc. to get find something out.
I dunno, this blog ain't the greatest, but you all get what I'm trying to say . . .
MIND YA GOTDAMNED BUSINESS!!
if you took that personal, then I dunno what to tell ya champ.
Let Me Be,
Frank
My mother was raised in the 50's - 60's era and her parents/guardians taught her to be discreet, as a matter of fact I'm sure everyone back then was discreet. No one commonly asked "How much do you make?," politics weren't discussed in the bar, and religion wasn't argued about in open areas. There also weren't web pages which allowed people to do post whatever they wanted. It was a different code back in the day, you pulled some shit like that, back then and you were shunned. No one messed with you like that.
Discretion flew out the window, ppl put up sex pictures with their other if one of them is pissed off, beef videos are made and put on YouTube, pictures are up for the public to see on facebook/myspaces . . . that shouldn't be . . I shouldn't have access to someones album if one of their picture has a burn mark on someones inner thigh. That could be x or y chromosome, it's not cool. The same people that put all this up, will be the same to get mad when someone else questions them about a picture. If it wasn't up for the public to see in the first place, no one would be in your business.
Fortunately for me, no one's in my business, because I can count on one hand the people who know the most about me, and they don't know the half of who/what I really am about. I'm in the process of untagging my pictures on facebook and myspace. It's nothing personal to anyone in particular, I just prefer being discreet. If you were around me when something happened, then it becomes your business as well. There's nothing wrong with that, I dislike people that will view someones entire web page, cell phone, etc. to get find something out.
I dunno, this blog ain't the greatest, but you all get what I'm trying to say . . .
MIND YA GOTDAMNED BUSINESS!!
if you took that personal, then I dunno what to tell ya champ.
Let Me Be,
Frank
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
I Want A Hot Dog . . . No Homo . .?
First I need to apologize for not holding up my end of the bargain, I know I said there were going to be eight days of blogs, but I fell off. We went out Friday for my birthday, then Saturday I worked a double, no need for excuses though, I didn't hold up my end of the bargain and I'm sorry. Can't fake though, that last blog was serious wasn't it? Haha . . I know. So lets get to another term which has been watered down so much H2O is jealous. No Homo.
No Homo is used when a person says something which could be taken homosexually and they immediately cover their ass by saying, "No Homo." . . . so it was funny back in 04-05, and people would say it for some real terms which could be taken as homosexual. We all got a great laugh at it back then, now it's used for everything. A friend of mine the other day said, "I just need a side meat, son . . no homo." We shared a laugh about it, but that was the perfect way to use it. My man wanted some poultry for his salad and he ended up saying his thought like that but covered himself with no homo. The term itself was funny and he ended with a funnier punch line. No Homo is nothing more than a punchline but people now a days are using it for everything. If I want a Hot Dog or extra meat on my Subway sandwich I'm not fucking saying No Homo. We all need to grow up and chill on thinking every minuscule moment could be someone being gay. Get off it, we all say embarrassing shit from time to time but don't attack them for being something their not. Again, there is nothing wrong with being Gay, but if you were a proud homosexual and you said someone from the opposite sex was attractive and another homosexual accused you of being a "Hetero," you'd be slightly upset, right?
Wrapping it up with this, if a person says a questionable term, just let it go. They don't have to say no homo to please you and let you know they aren't gay. Read that again, the PERSON doesn't have to say no homo to please YOU (no homo user) and let YOU (no homo user) know THAT PERSON isn't gay. Ain't know one thinking 'bout ya ignorant asses, grow the fuck up.
Let Me Be,
Frank
No Homo is used when a person says something which could be taken homosexually and they immediately cover their ass by saying, "No Homo." . . . so it was funny back in 04-05, and people would say it for some real terms which could be taken as homosexual. We all got a great laugh at it back then, now it's used for everything. A friend of mine the other day said, "I just need a side meat, son . . no homo." We shared a laugh about it, but that was the perfect way to use it. My man wanted some poultry for his salad and he ended up saying his thought like that but covered himself with no homo. The term itself was funny and he ended with a funnier punch line. No Homo is nothing more than a punchline but people now a days are using it for everything. If I want a Hot Dog or extra meat on my Subway sandwich I'm not fucking saying No Homo. We all need to grow up and chill on thinking every minuscule moment could be someone being gay. Get off it, we all say embarrassing shit from time to time but don't attack them for being something their not. Again, there is nothing wrong with being Gay, but if you were a proud homosexual and you said someone from the opposite sex was attractive and another homosexual accused you of being a "Hetero," you'd be slightly upset, right?
Wrapping it up with this, if a person says a questionable term, just let it go. They don't have to say no homo to please you and let you know they aren't gay. Read that again, the PERSON doesn't have to say no homo to please YOU (no homo user) and let YOU (no homo user) know THAT PERSON isn't gay. Ain't know one thinking 'bout ya ignorant asses, grow the fuck up.
Let Me Be,
Frank
Friday, January 9, 2009
Seperation Anxiety
Seperation Anxiety is a bitch, it sounds terrible, there's nothing fun about that term . . except for the video game that came out bout 12 years ago (spidey and venom kicking ass in co -op, what?! what's not to love bout that?). Well, yours truly, is going through it now. Slowly eating away my soul, however i'm bouncing back as I type this out.
It started December 26th when my friends, my girl, and I went away for a Christmas weekend. Honestly, I wouldn't have been surprised if drama went on, but nothing to that extent happened at all. Personally, I'm not good with being around the same faces all the time, so I thought one day I would go off on my own to be alone. I usually tend to do that whenever I go on a trip, with anyone . . fam is included. I'll leave their asses at the drop at a dime and it's not with malice at all, I tend to be a loner and sometimes I need to feed the loner side of my personality. Before I get too off track, the trip was awesome. Everyone had fun together, all laughs no frowns at all.
Also on this cool ass weekend, I spent mad time with my girl . . and realized she's the shit. We played plenty drinking games together (came out the victor all times), bust her ass in ps3, she came through in the clutch when I was stuck in games and gave me working advice to get to the next level. It wasn't like a romantic thing all the time, which is something I definetly need in a relationship. So the time I spent with her was great, best part of the weekend, hands down.
I did manage to sneak away sometimes. I was the first to wake up on most of the days so I chilled outside, walked the lake and thought up some new ideas for my personality and future. The past year was a hell of a year, I remember talking with my brother about how 2008 was my year. It started out that way, I was in line to get a crucial promotion, new whip, made ridiculous money bartending at Bennigans on the weekends, 08 was the shit. Well disaster struck, whatever could go wrong, went wrong. The struggle was ridiculous for the greater half of the year, I look back on it now and it still was my year. I came up with this idea . . . God put me through those struggles to see if I was really ready to handle being a grown up . . something I've always wanted to be as a child. I can say now, I'm happy for once. I got the best girl i've yet to have, nice whip, and my promotion which gives me a MEAN ass check every two weeks. If I didn't have such a disastrous later half of 08, I probably would've been reckless with the new money to fall in my lap.
The anxiety sets in around now . . she's gone back to school and I had a birthday which makes me now a whopping 23. Was never really the type to feel anything when my friends went back to school. Shit, I can talk to them on the phone, facebook, IM etc. This time around . . . it's different. Like I feel apart of me is missing, due to me being a Capricorn, we have a TERRIBLE time expressing emotion to our significant other. Fortunatlely for me, she know how I feel about her without me wooing her with sweet nothings all the time. I honestly can't explain it. It feels like a part of me is gone or missing, like I don't feel whole.
The seperation hits me personally, because there were rare times i'd do real reckless shit and blame it on me being young. Young people do reckless shit, duh! Usually I'd get a pass, because regardless of what age I was, I was very mature for that age. I was 9 and acted as if I was 12, 15 i acted 18, 18 I was 21, 22 I felt 26 . . that was due to the stress of dealing with a recession and not getting the promotion i was promised, a new 2006 charger and my weekend job getting shut down. I was still doing the damn thing tho, bills still got paid. I'm 23 now and I feel that . . . 23. No more reckless shit for you, dude. I'm kinda afraid, because if by mistake some shit goes down or i'm feeling reckless . . no pass this time. Ima be told, "you need to grow the hell up." I'm not too afraid though, ha . . i've had plenty of practice right? Stay tuned, watch me work yall!
Just Let Me Be,
Frank
It started December 26th when my friends, my girl, and I went away for a Christmas weekend. Honestly, I wouldn't have been surprised if drama went on, but nothing to that extent happened at all. Personally, I'm not good with being around the same faces all the time, so I thought one day I would go off on my own to be alone. I usually tend to do that whenever I go on a trip, with anyone . . fam is included. I'll leave their asses at the drop at a dime and it's not with malice at all, I tend to be a loner and sometimes I need to feed the loner side of my personality. Before I get too off track, the trip was awesome. Everyone had fun together, all laughs no frowns at all.
Also on this cool ass weekend, I spent mad time with my girl . . and realized she's the shit. We played plenty drinking games together (came out the victor all times), bust her ass in ps3, she came through in the clutch when I was stuck in games and gave me working advice to get to the next level. It wasn't like a romantic thing all the time, which is something I definetly need in a relationship. So the time I spent with her was great, best part of the weekend, hands down.
I did manage to sneak away sometimes. I was the first to wake up on most of the days so I chilled outside, walked the lake and thought up some new ideas for my personality and future. The past year was a hell of a year, I remember talking with my brother about how 2008 was my year. It started out that way, I was in line to get a crucial promotion, new whip, made ridiculous money bartending at Bennigans on the weekends, 08 was the shit. Well disaster struck, whatever could go wrong, went wrong. The struggle was ridiculous for the greater half of the year, I look back on it now and it still was my year. I came up with this idea . . . God put me through those struggles to see if I was really ready to handle being a grown up . . something I've always wanted to be as a child. I can say now, I'm happy for once. I got the best girl i've yet to have, nice whip, and my promotion which gives me a MEAN ass check every two weeks. If I didn't have such a disastrous later half of 08, I probably would've been reckless with the new money to fall in my lap.
The anxiety sets in around now . . she's gone back to school and I had a birthday which makes me now a whopping 23. Was never really the type to feel anything when my friends went back to school. Shit, I can talk to them on the phone, facebook, IM etc. This time around . . . it's different. Like I feel apart of me is missing, due to me being a Capricorn, we have a TERRIBLE time expressing emotion to our significant other. Fortunatlely for me, she know how I feel about her without me wooing her with sweet nothings all the time. I honestly can't explain it. It feels like a part of me is gone or missing, like I don't feel whole.
The seperation hits me personally, because there were rare times i'd do real reckless shit and blame it on me being young. Young people do reckless shit, duh! Usually I'd get a pass, because regardless of what age I was, I was very mature for that age. I was 9 and acted as if I was 12, 15 i acted 18, 18 I was 21, 22 I felt 26 . . that was due to the stress of dealing with a recession and not getting the promotion i was promised, a new 2006 charger and my weekend job getting shut down. I was still doing the damn thing tho, bills still got paid. I'm 23 now and I feel that . . . 23. No more reckless shit for you, dude. I'm kinda afraid, because if by mistake some shit goes down or i'm feeling reckless . . no pass this time. Ima be told, "you need to grow the hell up." I'm not too afraid though, ha . . i've had plenty of practice right? Stay tuned, watch me work yall!
Just Let Me Be,
Frank
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Game Tight, Swagger Right . . . What?
(Authors Note: I was in my desk drawer today and found some topics I wanted to blog on. I constantly have issues to voice my opinion on, so much so I write them down on notes and usually add them to a list. Well I found that list today and plan to blog on each one daily. Not including this one, there will be a new blog from me for the next 8 days, maybe longer if I come up with new ideas.)
Let's look at the title of this blog, what's wrong with it? SWAGGER! This fucking word must stop. Swag is now the common way to compliment another male without being made fun of how gay one is. It can also be used to compliment ones self, that other males would agree, again if they used the word 'swag' they're safe from all 'gay' taunts. Mr. Joe Budden said it best . . .
" . . . that's the fans getting so intertwined with 'swag,' lemme put yall on to something, that shit is some faggot shit, that's like a secret, hidden way to say . . 'I like how that guy moves, and I like how he walks and talks, and dresses . . ' YOU ARE A FAGGOT! if you do. Or if you do, keep it to yourself, don't create a whole fucking word for it. Or use the word referring to yourself, using it referring to someone else is homosexual, and i'm not homophobic, im sure some of you are so if you don't want to come across as homophobic you should STOP! IMMEDIATELY! NOW!!!
Don't get me wrong, there's nothing wrong with complimenting someone nor is there anything wrong with homosexuals, again I am not bashing you. I'm bashing the people that think they're cool as shit for using 'swag' in their vocabulary on a weekly basis, or it's in their facebook status or myspace name. Those people are probably the same group of people who also say "No homo and Stop Snitching. (I'll get on those two later). There's nothing 'gay' about complimenting someone of the same sex, however now a days it seems in order for me to compliment another dude I need to compliment his swagger. Well that sounds 'gay' in its own. Now if you are a homosexual and that is how you compliment someone, by all means, knock yourself out. Don't call someone out for being gay, when they aren't, but if they say "ya swagger, real mean" then they pass the 'gay/straight comments rule and they won't be heckled for it.
It's fun to make new words and terms, if we're going to do it, lets put more meaning behind it. Swag was cool way back in 2004, when rappers said it about themselves pertaining to their fashion sense, cars, money, and how they carried themselves. In 2009, it's annoying now, because anyone can get it.
I've said 'swag' before, I was 19 last time it left my mouth. Teens will be teens, we all did dumb shit we look back on and laugh at it . . but when your grown ass is really saying it on a weekly basis, stop it. Just fucking stop.
Let's look at the title of this blog, what's wrong with it? SWAGGER! This fucking word must stop. Swag is now the common way to compliment another male without being made fun of how gay one is. It can also be used to compliment ones self, that other males would agree, again if they used the word 'swag' they're safe from all 'gay' taunts. Mr. Joe Budden said it best . . .
" . . . that's the fans getting so intertwined with 'swag,' lemme put yall on to something, that shit is some faggot shit, that's like a secret, hidden way to say . . 'I like how that guy moves, and I like how he walks and talks, and dresses . . ' YOU ARE A FAGGOT! if you do. Or if you do, keep it to yourself, don't create a whole fucking word for it. Or use the word referring to yourself, using it referring to someone else is homosexual, and i'm not homophobic, im sure some of you are so if you don't want to come across as homophobic you should STOP! IMMEDIATELY! NOW!!!
Don't get me wrong, there's nothing wrong with complimenting someone nor is there anything wrong with homosexuals, again I am not bashing you. I'm bashing the people that think they're cool as shit for using 'swag' in their vocabulary on a weekly basis, or it's in their facebook status or myspace name. Those people are probably the same group of people who also say "No homo and Stop Snitching. (I'll get on those two later). There's nothing 'gay' about complimenting someone of the same sex, however now a days it seems in order for me to compliment another dude I need to compliment his swagger. Well that sounds 'gay' in its own. Now if you are a homosexual and that is how you compliment someone, by all means, knock yourself out. Don't call someone out for being gay, when they aren't, but if they say "ya swagger, real mean" then they pass the 'gay/straight comments rule and they won't be heckled for it.
It's fun to make new words and terms, if we're going to do it, lets put more meaning behind it. Swag was cool way back in 2004, when rappers said it about themselves pertaining to their fashion sense, cars, money, and how they carried themselves. In 2009, it's annoying now, because anyone can get it.
I've said 'swag' before, I was 19 last time it left my mouth. Teens will be teens, we all did dumb shit we look back on and laugh at it . . but when your grown ass is really saying it on a weekly basis, stop it. Just fucking stop.
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