JUST SAYING....

Setting The Record Straight - Its Pinky That Has Been Writting And Happily Commenting All Around Blogville As Its Geography Would Let Me.Brain is Let's Say Not So An Online Interactive Individual.
We Both Created This Blog Out Of Boredom 32 Months Ago As An Avenue To Pour Out Our Entrepreneurial Adventures/Experience (That Is Another Tale That Would Expose How Corrupt The Corporate World Both Home & Abroad Has Gotten - Heck I Aint Going Into Details = We Were Sublime Players Ourselves Too*wink*).The Common Trait Pinky & Brain Have Is That They Are Dogged Risk Takers & Tested Storm Weatherers.
Anyways,Pinky Is Exactly 7 Months In The United States(Yes!So Much Hype About This Place Afterall) While Brain Is Still Home-Based (In One Of The Sharia States - Easier To Get Deals Without Much Bureaucracy & Unecessary Red Tape = Plus,He Speaks Fluent Hausa So His Safe If It Gets Chaotic There)& Yeah Afrobabe,My Dear Beloved Brain Is A Full Blooded Benue Indigene (Hot Damn!You Folks Are Way "Funkier" Than Calabarians...Tenacious & Terrific "Funkers" Indeed!).
It Almost Took The Complexities Of The Da Vinci Code To Get Me Writting This Post After What Seems Like A Never Ending Hiatus Since Blog Stalking Has Become A Penchant I Cant Peel Off My Persona But In All Fairness As An Avid Cursed Reader Of All Forms Of Literature (Paper Back & Papyrus - Like I Ever Sighted One)Posting At Least Either A Brief Thought,Observation Or Views On Certain Issues Once A Month Sounds Like A Sober & Feasible New Year Resolution.
I Leave You All With This Pinky Head-Off Mantra - Live Life With Full Crush But At A Comfortable Cruise.

WHY GIRLS PISS ME OFF!!!

Why Girls Piss Me Off ! ! !
Why Girls Piss Me Off.. "can you tell im single"? ? ?

I swear that if I wasn't sexually attracted to girls that I'd be gay. At least
guys make sense most the time.

First off, girls just talk way too much. When you're with your other
girlfriends, go ahead and talk about whatever the fuck you want. I don't care.
But why exactly do you think that I care about the kind of day that your sisters
co-workers dog had? Your sister is nice enough, but I don't know her co-worker
and I certainly don't know her dog. So why the fuck are you telling me this
story? I don't care! If you have something worth talking about, then I can enjoy
engaging you in a meaningful conversation. But before you start talking to me
about some of the insane frivolous shit that you talk to your girlfriends about,
first ask yourself "Does this have a point?". Because if it doesn't I'm just
going to smile, and nod, and zone out and you'll get mad because I'm not
listening to your retarded shit!

Stop over complicating everything. There isn't an ulterior motive or hidden
meaning in every other sentance. Unless, I suppose, it's coming out of the mouth
of another woman. Because you ladies never can seem to say what you actually
mean. You have this weird secret code that you love to try and crack and expect
us guys to be able to get in on your stupid game. Guys aren't like that. Rarely
rarely RARELY will you ever have to figure out what a guy is actually saying. We
say what we mean. Girls have such a skewed sense of logic that this simple
concept is often lost on them. When you go searching for some deeper meaning
that isn't there, you're just committing to an act of futility. In the end you
wind up making up some bullshit and believing that it must be true and acting on
that false reality and making a mess of something for no apparent reason other
than the fact that you're in-fucking-sane.

Stop getting upset at guys for trying to help solve your problems. That's what
guys do. You present us with a problem, we're going to try and fix it. It's in
our fucking nature. I know it's in your nature to want to talk about everything,
but if you're going to bring up your problems to a guy, expect that he's going
to try and do something about it or give you advice. Women always bitch that
guys don't listen. It's not that we don't listen, we just don't understand why
you're bringing up your problems if you don't want us to do something about it.
We're not as empathetic as your girlfriends, so if you want empathy, go to them.
Likewise, if guys have a problem, they'll probably only bring it up if they need
help or advice. Many women will bitch that guys don't talk enough. It's not that
guys don't talk, it's just that your empathy doesn't help solve our problems
when we do talk.

One of the most insanely frustrating things about women is the constant
reassurance. No, you're not fat. If you were fat you wouldn't be able to fit
into that size 2 dress. And yes, you look good. Guys wouldn't be giving you free
shit if you were ugly. (There's an ulterior fucking motive for you. Hint:
They're not giving you free stuff just to be sweet.) It's so frustrating having
to constantly answer those questions, only to not be believed. It's like trying
to convince someone that the sky is blue. You're not blind, you're not even
colour blind. You can see that the sky is blue. Yet you continue to ask what
colour the sky is. I tell you it's blue. I know that you know what colour blue is.
And even though I've told you that the sky is blue about fifty-million times,
you still have to ask because...I don't know...maybe it's not blue today. The
sky is fucking blue goddammit! You're not fucking fat! You're not fucking ugly!
You know it, I know it, everyone fucking knows it!

And fuck all you ultra-hot girls that bitch about the most retarded things.
Yeah, all men are fucking pigs because they stare at your boobs. I'm sure it has
nothing to do with the fact that you're wearing a skin tight low cut shirt that
has 'Bebe' printed across your boobs... one 'Be' per boob. It's totally unfair
that you have to put up with guys staring at you all the time just because you
like to look sexy. And boo hoo, it's so hard for you to meet a nice guy. Well
actually it isn't, because the shoulder your crying on belongs to a nice guy.
He's the one that puts up with all your stupid shit. And yet you some how end up
with all the assholes. I'm sure that it has nothing to do with the fact that
you're holding out for a six foot tall alpha-male fire fighter with a trust
fund.

And finally, yay for you. You sold a freezer to some eskimos. Congratulations on
being the hot sales rep. We're all very proud of you for being able to have a
nice ass while the rest of us actually have to work for a living. And we're all
so excited to see your new diamond jewelry. Your ability to date another rich
fucktard that will shower you with expensive bobbles is commendable. And I'll be
so surprised and sorry for you when he dumps you for the next hot girl. Because
I really thought that materialistic trophy bagger was in love with you. But I'm
happy to hear that you wrecked your fifth car while multi-tasking between your
cell phone and doing your make up in the mirror. Your dedication to enforcing
the stereotype of women drivers is nothing short of awe inspiring. And you're
right, I was being a shallow douchebag when I commented on the hotness of Eva
Longoria. So lets go see that movie where Johnny Depp makes out with Orlando
Bloom on Brad Pitts abs. I know you've been dying to see that one.

Girls...you piss me the fuck off. You do stupid shit and manage to get away with
it. You can be the most annoying idiots in the world. Your sense of logic and
common sense seems to be a rare gift rather than a common trait. And yet I'm
uncontrollably attracted to you. And that's quite possibly the most frustrating
thing of all.
--YES I WISH I WAS STILL SINGLE AND PISSED OFF TO SMITHEREENS BUT I GOT BAILED-OUT BY AN ANGEL WHO KNEW THE COLOUR OF THE CLOUD AND DIDNT NEED ASK UMPTEENTH TIMES.LUCKY ME!!

THE WOMEN HE HAD......THAT I WISHED I HAD!

My women

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Date: 2008-08-13, 6:40AM EDT



Laura. You were hot. I was not. You let me fuck you because I was funny. Thank you.

Kim. We smoked a lot of weed and drank all the time. I don't remember much.

Sarah. You were hot. But a total bitch. I could have done better. You treated me like shit. I put up with it because you had a great vagina. Beautiful.

Another Kim. You thought you were smart. You weren't. I was bored.

Charlee. I liked your name and the way it was spelled.

Rachel. You were really sweet and nice. Stop emailing me. It's been fifteen years. It's creeping me out and pissing off my wife. Fucking classmates.com.

Megan. I wanted you since highschool. I was kinda dissapointed when it happened.

Jennifer. What the hell was I thinking? What the hell were you thinking? You smelled kinda funny too. Your dad was a dick.

Jill. You had HUGE nipples. Couldn't feel a thing though. Shame all that nippleage going to waste.

Michelle. You were a drug addict. You have to be pretty fucked up for me of all people to say that.

Another Megan. I lost your number.

Laura. I did it for the novelty of going out with a girl that I went out with ten years before. You were still hot. I got kinda hot. We were better matched. Thanks again. Sorry I dumped you. You were a shitty tipper. I had no choice. Some handsome and cool shitty tipping guy probably grabbed you. Or some funny wanker.

Another another Megan. I've dated a lot of Megans. This one was no prize.

Debby. You were really smart except you had no self esteem. Be careful or some asshole is going to own you and that would be sad. You're smart and pretty and have great tits. Smaller tits can be awesome too.

Sophia. Liked your name. Liked that you worked out a lot. You seemed nice but you fucked up my credit. User.

Andrea. You had that adorable petit look that I can only call the "Penelope Cruz" look. Too bad you didn't have her personality.

Emily. NOBODY FUCKING CARES YOUR FAMILY IS RICH. You'd be okay if you were not preoccupied with wealth you did not personally aquire.

Dr. Sanderson. You worked to much. You were kinda cold. I thought you were cool though but you are so career motivated you probably did not give a shit about anything else. I got drunk once and thought about asking you to marry me though. I still wonder if you would have.

Elizabeth. You are my wife. My wife is perfect. My life is perfect.

Violet. You are my daughter. When I looked in on you tonight I had that rush of feeling so strong that a shiver went through my whole body and I had to move my hands really quickly to dissipate it's physical effect. Before I met you I was a "kids are no big deal, everyone's got kids and they're not that fucking special" kinda guy. You fucking ruined me. I'm gay for kids now. I love you so much baby.

My unborn 6 month old fetal daughter. If you come out retarded or ugly as shit I'll still love and protect you.

TRUTH FOR THOUGHT

AN AVERAGE THINKING BEING WOULD HAVE AT ONE POINT IN TIME DELIBRATED OVER THE UNFATHOMABLE DEBACLE OF WHERE EXACTLY WE WERE BEFORE BIRTH AND WHERE WE WOULD SWING TO AFTER DEATH.CERTAINLY THERE IS NO EXPLANATION OF OUR SOURCE - (WELL WE GOT THE MOM AND DAD BIOLOGICAL MIX-TAPE) EXCEPT THE GENERALLY BELIEVED HEAVEN AND HELL.THE NEAREST BEST WE CAN DO IS TO LOVE ONE ANOTHER WITHOUT PREJUDICE REGARDLESS OF RACE AND CREED BUT ITS EASIER SAID THAN DONE SINCE WE ARE ALL SELF-CENTERED BY NATURE HENCE IT TAKES A WHOLE MEGATON OF ABILITY TO EMBRACE THAT OUTLOOK.READ BELOW PLEASE:

**Because here's something else that's weird but true: in the day-to day trenches of adult life, there is actually no such thing as atheism. There is no such thing as not worshipping. Everybody worships. The only choice we get is what to worship. And the compelling reason for maybe choosing some sort of god or spiritual-type thing to worship -- be it JC or Allah, bet it YHWH or the Wiccan Mother Goddess, or the Four Noble Truths, or some inviolable set of ethical principles -- is that pretty much anything else you worship will eat you alive. If you worship money and things, if they are where you tap real meaning in life, then you will never have enough, never feel you have enough. It's the truth. Worship your body and beauty and sexual allure and you will always feel ugly. And when time and age start showing, you will die a million deaths before they finally grieve you. On one level, we all know this stuff already. It's been codified as myths, proverbs, clichés, epigrams, parables; the skeleton of every great story. The whole trick is keeping the truth up front in daily consciousness.
Worship power, you will end up feeling weak and afraid, and you will need ever more power over others to numb you to your own fear. Worship your intellect, being seen as smart, you will end up feeling stupid, a fraud, always on the verge of being found out. But the insidious thing about these forms of worship is not that they're evil or sinful, it's that they're unconscious. They are default settings.
They're the kind of worship you just gradually slip into, day after day, getting more and more selective about what you see and how you measure value without ever being fully aware that that's what you're doing.
And the so-called real world will not discourage you from operating on your default settings, because the so-called real world of men and money and power hums merrily along in a pool of fear and anger and frustration and craving and worship of self. Our own present culture has harnessed these forces in ways that have yielded extraordinary wealth and comfort and personal freedom. The freedom all to be lords of our tiny skull-sized kingdoms, alone at the center of all creation. This kind of freedom has much to recommend it. But of course there are all different kinds of freedom, and the kind that is most precious you will not hear much talk about much in the great outside world of wanting and achieving and [unintelligible -- sounds like "displayal"]. The really important kind of freedom involves attention and awareness and discipline, and being able truly to care about other people and to sacrifice for them over and over in myriad petty, unsexy ways every day.
That is real freedom. That is being educated, and understanding how to think. The alternative is unconsciousness, the default setting, the rat race, the constant gnawing sense of having had, and lost, some infinite thing.
I know that this stuff probably doesn't sound fun and breezy or grandly inspirational the way a commencement speech is supposed to sound. What it is, as far as I can see, is the capital-T Truth, with a whole lot of rhetorical niceties stripped away. You are, of course, free to think of it whatever you wish. But please don't just dismiss it as just some finger-wagging Dr. Laura sermon. None of this stuff is really about morality or religion or dogma or big fancy questions of life after death.
The capital-T Truth is about life BEFORE death.**
Courtesy-David Foster Wallace.

ALL I CAN SAY IS THIS DUDE BULL'S-EYED OUR SELF-PERSONALITY WITH THE DEADLIEST LITERARY HUMAN ACCURACY I HAVE EVER COME ACROSS.
http://www.marginalia.org/dfw_kenyon_commencement.html

WHAT MORE CAN I SAY.....

THE POINT HERE IS TRYING NOT TO SOUND SO GOOFY COZ BASICALLY BEEN A JOLLY FELLOW ISNT MUCH OF A ROLLER COASTER EXPERIENCE IN MIDST OF THE DAILY UP'S AND DOWN'S.OF ALL THE SMORGASBORD OF HAPPENINGS WHICH TO DELIBRATE UPON IS A TOUGH ONE BECAUSE SELECTION HERE HAS NO BASIC SAVOUR.



I AM PRIMARILY HAPPY AS I HAVE OVER THE YEARS ROOTED THAT FEELING ON A PERMANENT STATUS COME WHAT THE ORDEAL I FIND MYSELF ENTANGLED IN.I HAVE BEEN BUSYING BLOG STALKING,YES I FILTER FOR ENJOYABLE AND ENLIGHTENED FOLKS ..OOH ITS BEEN A NICE SOJOURN MET ALOT OF WACKOS(LIKE MYSELF) AND JACKOS(LIKE MY ALTER EGO) BUT IN REAL LIFE ME AND MY EGO HAVE BEEN BETWEEN THE DEVIL AND HIS HOT SEARING FOLK....THE ISSUE AT BAR- HOMOSEXUALITY.


I TAPED A COMMENT ABOUT THIS ON ANOTHER FORUM-LIKE BLOG WHERE IT WAS REALLY HOT AND ALMOST TOOK A LITERARY BLOODBATH AS TEMPERS WERE FLARED.CASE-STUDY= MY ROOMIE IS GAY,FINE NO BIG DEAL,ITS THE 21ST CENTURY RIGHT?,OKAY LETS GO ON,HE TRIED HITTING ME ON SUBTLE THOUGH AND WHEN HE SAW THE REACTION HE GOT THE MESSAGE FOR LIFE AND LET ME BE,WE DID VERY FINE TOGATHER MINDING EACH OTHER SPACE AND PRIVACY,NOW RISING IN THE STORM,SOME OF HIS FRIENDS CAME OVER DURING THE 4 MONTHS THAT HAVE GONE BY UNTIL LAST WEEK WHEN ONE DUDE WHO I TERM SUPER SKINNY CAME AROUND TO PUT UP WITH US (HIS THE ALPHA FEMALE OF TYPO - GOT HIS MASCARA AND OTHER FEMININE COSMETICS STREWED ALL OVER THE WASHROOM) FOR THE MAIN TIME.FOR REASONS UNEXPLAINABLE GAYS HAVE OVER-TIME HAD AN ATTRACTION TOWARDS ME...HAD HAD 3 OVER THE YEARS HIT ON ME REAL HARD,SURE I WAS FLATTERED AND ALSO FLIPPED OVER WHEN THE PERSISTENCE CONTINUED,BASICALLY I KNOW HOW TO HANDLE THEM UNTIL LAST WEEK WHEN TOLERANCE TOOK A TOTAL TURN OVER ON ME,SUPER SKINNY GOT ON MY NERVES REAL GOOD,GETTING BACK FROM WORK AND CALLING ME HIS HUSBAND COZ I HAVE BEEN FREE-MINDED SO FAR....THAT WAS THE FINAL STRAW - F*CK THAT I HAD BEEN USING HIS LAPTOP SINCE ITS QUITE COMFY AND CONVENIENT WHICH HE OFFERS BEFORE THE IDEA POPS OUT MY MOUTH SINCE THE DESK....AM TIRED OF RANTING..I JUST WANT OUT...SO MUCH FOR BEEN GAY TOLERANT.........ITS WAY TOO UNCOMFORTABLE FOR ME NOW.

AM JUST BLOODY TIRED OF THE WHOLE ENCHILADA IF NOT FOR MY GIRLFRIEND WHO HAS BEEN WONDERFUL AND SANITY WHICH HAS BEEN BOMDARDED QUITE LATELY BOTH AT WORK AND AT HOME,I NEED TO CREATE MORE TO FOR LEISURE SO I DONT BURN OUT.I ONLY BLOG AT WORK WHEN AM BORED BEYOND BORDERS AND APOLOGISE TO MY GIRLFRIEND( # FAN) AND THOSE THAT HAVE BEEN ENCOURAGING TO PUT UP POSTS AT LEAST ONCE A MONTH I THINK ITS ONLY FAIR SINCE I POACH ON OTHER FOLKS NEST TO ROOST MY READER'S DIGEST.TONNES OF ISSUES TO TALK ABOUT REALLY.I HAVE TO RUN NOW...ITS CLOSING CLOCKING OUT TIME.ADIOS FOLKS ...GOOD TIDINGS ,HEALTH TO ALL AND CHEERS TILL I POST AGAIN..
.....SHOULD HAVE MORE TO SAY SUBSEQUENTLY.

LOVE WA TINTIN

WHY DID THEY BAN THE WAVE AT THE TIGER STADIUM?
BECAUSE THE POLES (A PERSON FROM POLAND) KEPT DROWNING.
I QUOTED THIS FROM A POPULAR 80'S COMEDIENNE BOOK OF TASTLESS JOKES
BECAUSE THE POLES ARE EXTRAORDINARY FREE PEOPLE AND TEND TO BE VIEWED AS LAZY AS GARFIELD BUT I TELL YOU THE 4 POLISH GIRLS WORKING IN MY OFFICE ARE OTHERWISE SO ITS JUST A MYTH THAT STUCK DOWN THE GENERATIONS BESIDES MY BEST LITERATURE AUTHOR OF ALL TIME IS A POLE,POLES KNOW ITS ALL TOUGH LOVE.I AM NOT SORRY THAT I SEVERELY DIGRESSED FROM THE MATTER AT HAND COZ I WOULD BE DOING THIS OFTEN AND AM A CONFIRMED SICKLED CELLED AGGRESSIVE DIGRESSOR.

THEY SAY THE GOOD GUYS ARE LIKE PARKING LOTS..ALL TAKEN!WHILE THE FEW GOOD ONES WITH NO SPACE TO FILL IN THEIR MISSING RIB HAVE TO PAY DEMURRAGE BY HOPPING TILL THEY GET HOOKED WITH HOPEFULLY THE FITTING RIBBAGE...ANYWAYS AM SO OF THE MARKET NOW AND WARMLY SNUG AS A BUG IN THE PARKING LOT...BOY AM I ROCKING THE COUNTY CROW'S HIT TRACK - I SURELY DIDNT LET THIS BE A CLASSIC CASE OF NOT KNOWING WHAT I GOT BEFORE IT PASSES-BY ESPECIALLY SINCE AM STILL SMARTING FROM A RELATIONSHIP OF 3 YEARS THAT I GAVE MY ALL IN ALL AND GOT NONE IN NONETHING AS RETURN ON INVESTMENT......BUT HEY EVERY DISAPPOINTMENT IS NOT A BLESSING IN DISGUISE BUT A STITCH IN TIME THAT NOT ONLY SAVES NINE BUT SAVAGES THE SITUATION FOR A NEW DAWN HENCE LICK UP YOUR WOUNDS FAST AND PATCH UP THAT HEART AND GET OUT THERE AND FIND THAT SPECIAL ONE.

THE KOKO BE SAY AM IN LOVE RIGHT NOW AND THE WHOLE FEELING IS SO UNBELIEVABLE UTOPIAN BUT HEY I BETTER START APPRECIATING IT RATHER THAN DROOLING AND DROP DEAD THE GOOD THING GOING ON COZ MY RIN TIN TIN TENACIOUS LOVER IS SO GBADUN-ING ME UNEQUIVOCALLY TOO.ANYWAYS AM NOT GOING INTO ANY JUCIY DETAILS THE FACT REMAINS THAT LOVING IS A FEELING THAT SHARKS YOU REAL GOOD WHEN THE CHEMISTRY IS OF A COMMON GROUND INSPITE OF THE DIFFERENCES ETC......WE ACTUALLY MET AT THE MIDDLE AND HAVE TOLERANT TRAITS AFTERALL WE BOTH REALISE THAT WE AINT PERFECT AND LASTLY I COULDNT ASK FOR A MORE INTELLIGENT,OBEDIENT.....OPEN-MINDED PARTNER.ANYWAYS I WISH YA ALL LUCK AND GOOD RIDDANCE TO THOSE THAT HAVENT GOTTEN A GOOD NEST TO ROOST AND MORE SUSTENANCE FUEL TO THOSE ALREADY COZILY ROOSTING.I GOTTA GO CLOCK OUT WORK....I HOPE I HAVE THE COMPULSION TO COME AND POST IF AM NOT BUSY STALKING OTHER PEEP'S BLOG..........DID ANYONE READ THE SCANDAL INCIDENT...TKL AND SOMEONE'S WIFE SAGA....I WONDER IF ITS TRUE OR NOT ..BUT ITS SURE ONE HELLUVA OF A FIX.AND PLEASE HOW CAN I ADD FAV. BLOGS ON MY PLATFORM.THANKS
P.S-SPELL-CHECKERS HAVE A FILL DAY IF I SLIPPED SOME WORDS..I HEARD THERE IS VACANCY AT VATICAN FOR LATIN SPELL-CHECKERS!NO EXPERIENCE REQUIRED!!

NATURE'S DELAY

I STARTED READING WHEN I WAS 10,NOBODY COULD EXPLAIN WHAT WAS WRONG WITH ME ONLY HUMILIATING AND OSTRAZING FOR THE TEMPORARY ANOMALY ALL THROUGH MY ELEMENTARY SCHOOL THOUGH I WAS ACTIVE IN SPORTS AND FUNNY ENOUGH ADEQUATELY MEMORIZING MY LINES FOR THE SCHOOL PLAYS,SERIOUSLY I THOUGHT I WAS CURSED AND HAD BOLTS OF SELF-DEPRECIATION AND ANGUISH BUT I LOVED LIFE AND WONDERED WHAT WAS FUNDAMENTALLY WRONG WITH ME SINCE ALL MY PEERS AT THAT AGE WERE READING AS SMOOTH AS A RACOON'S FUR ..MY FIRST BREAK CAME FIRST YEAR IN GRAMMER SCHOOL...MOTHER NATURE JUST GAVE ME THE MUCH BELATED SALVATION.



ITS BEEN A DECADE AND A HALF NOW FROM THEN,SOMEONE FASHIONED IN HIS MOST HIGH IMAGE KNOWS HIS ONIONS NOW WITHOUT MUCH ADO,AM ETERNALLY GRATEFUL AND I IMPLORE EVERYONE OUT THEM TO TAKE IT EASY ON KIDS WITH DSYLEXIA SYDROME...ITS JUST A MATTER OF FLASHING TIME BEFORE THEY CLICK-A-TELL (LATE STARTERS ARE LUCKY SWEEPERS!) THE READING TRIANGLE,EVERYONE I TOLD ABOUT THE CONDITION I HAD TILL AGE 10 TOOK IT AS A HIGH FLYING "WHITE LIE" KITE..I GUESS I HAVE IMPROVED BEYOND SCALE-ABLE MEASURE......BUT QUITE MODESTY I PAID MY PRICE IN OVER-FLOWING SHEKELS OF BURYING MY TEENAGE EXBURANCE/JUVENILE IN BOOKS,JOURNALS,ENCYCLOPEDIA.....THE ONLY THING I DIDNT DEVOUR WAS THE 11 BOOK OF MOSES WELL COZ I HEARD YOU GET KINDA OF LOONEY IN THE HEAD AND BESIDES SANITY WAS STILL A SWEET SAVOUR.

HAD MY FIRST DIARY WHICH I BELIEVE IS AN INDICATION OF HAVING THE GIFT TO EXPRESS VIA WRITTING WHEN I WAS 16 AND I KEPT IT RUNNING FOR A YEAR...I STILL HAVE THE OLD BEAT UP ORGANIZER MOM'S FRIEND WORKING WITH A SHIPPING FIRM GAVE ME ..DAMN WHAT I WROTE MAKES ME LAFF AND YEAH GOOD TO SEE WHAT I WROTE SOME 9-10 YEARS BACK WAY BEFORE INTERNET CAME AROUND FOR ANY SORT OF ONLINE ARCHIVING....I HAVE DEFINITELY MATURED LIKE A MUSTARD SEED.ANYWAYS, MY TIME IS UP AT WORK AND WORKING ETHICS HERE IN THE STATES IS FOLLOWED RATHER STRICTLY EVEN THOUGH ITS A VERY FREE AND RELAXED ENVIRONMENT WHERE I SWEAR TO ME IS AS INFORMAL AS CAN BE WHEN I COMPARE TO THE NAIJA WORKING ATMOSPHERE WHERE YOU VIRTUALLY HAVE TO LIVE IN FEAR OF YOUR BOSS...MY GENERAL MANAGER I CALL HIM BY NAME .HE IS COOL WITH IT..MY IMMEDIATE DIRECTOR - I GO WATCH HIM PLAY WITH HIS BAND AT THE PUB......I MEAN DAMN!...I HAD STAYED IN NAIJA TOO MUCH FOR MY INTERESTS NOT TO HAVE EXPERIENCED HOW EXACTLY IT HAS BEEN DIGGED OUT HERE..SO FAR SO GOOD WHAT MY EYES HAVE SEEN MY MOUTH CANT TELL....SOME OF THIS WHITES(AM NOT TRYING TO SOUND IMPULSIVELY RACIST PLS!!COZ I REALLY LOVE THEIR STR8-4WARD HONESTY) THOUGH AM AS OPEN MINDED AND LIBERAL AS AN AFRICAN MAN CAN BE BUT BELIEVE ME DEM DEY CRAZY NO BE SMALL OOH!....I GOT TO GO PUNCH OUT..I THINK I CAN DROP A POST EVERYDAY AND GIVE EXPLICIT UNADULTERATED DETAILS OF HAPPENINGS HERE MORE THAN T.V WOULD DO AND YEAH TRY TO MAKE IT RIB-CRACKING RIGHTO???LEE CHANG YOU THERE????HEHEHEHEHE..C YA 2MARO.
P.S- PLS,JUST IGNORE ANY TYPO ERROR..I REALLY DONT GO OVER WHAT I TYPE THAT OFTEN AS AM CODEDLY DOING THIS IN THE OFFICE..COZ AM SURE SOME READERS ARE JUST SPELL-CHECKERS WITH NO INTENT OF ENJOYING THE POST.