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

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

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

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

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!

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

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