Earlier today, while at work, I got into an interesting conversation with a friend of mine.  He started the conversation by asking me if I would be with a dude that had a lot of money but treated me like shit or a dude that was hardworking, on my level and treated me like a queen.  Of course I answered that I would be with the working class guy, but he would have to know how to make money.  My friend sat on the other line silent for a minute (wasting my day time minutes), and asked me to explain. 

In my explanation I broke it down like this; a person can have money one day and blow it the next. I've seen it happen, thousands gone in a matter of days and nothing to show for it.  Perfect example would be those people who hit mega million lottos and 10 years later they're in the news because they're broke.  Now, if a person know how to make money then they're good.  I'm not talking about hustlers, I mean hard working, creative people. 

He goes on to ask for an example.  Now just to clarify, dude is a G-Unit STAN!!!!  I, on the other hand, am not.  So I figured what better example to use than his boyfriend and his boyfriends (all you stans calm down, it's all in good fun).  Ok, lets look at 50, Yayo, and Lloyd.  I told him, 50 is the only one of those three that knows how to make money.  First, his whole VitaWater Venture.  He goes to them when he's hotter in the hood than quarter waters, and more popular in the suburbs then skateboarding, pitches his idea and BAM, this nigga has a water named after him and stock in the company.  THEN, CocoCola Company goes and buys VitaWater, which increases the stock.  Meaning, 50 made money (Does anyone know if he owns SmartWater?  One of my nosey patrons who listened to my convo while getting his change together told me this but I'm not sure). Second, his whole G-Unit line of clothing and accessories.  Plus, he's supposed to come out with some kind of weight loss or metabolism booster stuff. 

Now, at no time did I mention 50's hired help, did I?  This is where my friend starts yelling that those other two have money because they're down with him, which is my point exactly.  They have money, but can they make money?  Beside putting out albums, promoting porn, and smacking up someones child what do you hear about them doing? 

Sheesh! I'm not making it rain or anything but at least, in my little world, I know how to make money to keep my permenant french UV Gel maincure game proper.

Do you see my point though? (The actual comversation was way more entertaining, lol)

First off how do you spell Don'ts, Don't's...whatever anyway here we go...

1.  DO pay attention to what lane your going in, if it's not marked as an EZ Pass lane it probably isn't one.

2.  DON'T get mad at me because your dumb ass couldn't understand the signs and ended up in New York when your trying to go to Six Flags/Great Adventures..Dumb Ass.

3.  DO try to be patient.  Most people don't know that they're still in the state of New Jersey let alone what exit they're at.

4.  DON'T sit there laying on the horn and when you get up to the booth ask, "Duh, how much is it?", then dig through the 9 layers of shit in your car.

5.  DO ask for directions if you really don't know your location.  Nine time out of 10 we've been asked the same question 50 times during our shift.

6.  DON'T get mad when we really don't know the directions to your destination.  I'm not some type of geographic genius that can tell you how to get from this booth to God knows where in Southern California.

7. DON'T get mad because I refuse to repeat the direction for the umpteenth. 

8.  DO have your money ready if you know the toll.  We don't even mind waiting for a couple of seconds while you get the last little bit of change together.

9. DON'T pull up with 5 other grown ass adults in the car, hand me a ticket all the way from exit 1, then sit there with the only dumbass look on your face and say "Duh, how much is it?"  There are 5 other grown ass men/women in the car.  None of ya'll could have figured out how much the damn ticket was?  (I wish there was a "your a dumb ass" smiley face for this one.)

10.  DON'T ask us why we wear gloves .  If you knew some of the shit people do with money you would wear gloves too .

11.  DON'T get mad at me because you lost your ticket and now you have to pay the full toll.

12.  DON'T give the ticket to the baby and then say some dumb shit because I don't want to touch some drool/vomit covered ticket.  "Oh it's only from the baby." Fuck outta here!!!

This one is for your benefit..

13.  DON'T PUT MONEY IN YOUR MOUTH  .  Read # 10 again as a refresher.

14.  DO run the lane if you want to..LOL..LOL, we got something for that ass.

15.  DO make sure you read the right amount if your going to do the ol' pay-and-pull-off routine.  Once again, we got something for that ass .

16.  DON'T pay, pull off, and then throw your car into reverse backing to the person now in the lane.  All that for a receipt? 

17.  DO stay alert. Avoid accidents and read flashing signs and such.

18.  DON'T be nosey . I don't know why the freakin grasslands are on fire, I don't know why that helicopter is hovering over the Turnpike, I don't know why the trooper is pulling someone out of their car.  Actually, we do but we're not telling you, LOL .

I can't think of anymore right now.  To all my fellow co-workers if any come to mind feel free to add on.    

This is going to be short, but this is something I REALLY hate. 

I can't stand, as a matter of fact, detest, a Nasty Dude (who has bitch tendencies).  This dude I work with is THE NASTIEST person I have ever had the misfortune to encounter.  He sits at his desk and picks his nose (if you read my previous post you know me and boogers do not go).  Now get this he'll go right behind that and pick his teeth.  this dude will blow booger missiles into the corner, drinks two cans of soda in the morning and just starts burping, no, belching half the morning.  Nasty ass muth****. 

AND this dude has bitch tendecies.  What do I mean by that?  Well let me explain.  Anytime someone comes over to talk to me about business, if I look over at the right time he will be all in the conversation.  Then he goes and tells his little snitch bitch what the person said to me so that she can go ask the boss why am I doing it instead of him.  If I request a program, he has to go right behind me and request the same one (Won't know what the program is for, but if I have it he has to have it).  If certain dudes walk past he'll start brown nosing talking about "Good morning, it's good to see your beautiful face."  What kind of shit is that for one dude to say to another.  And he thinks he's a little punk ass promoter, trying to do big things like my other dude I work with does.  Plus he thinks that he can talk patua (sp??) and I don't understand.  HA!!  Fooled him.  I stay around West Indians, I understand all that shit.  (May not can spell it but I do understand). 

I have never in my life want to lay the hands of God on a dude so bad. 

ARGH!  I CAN'T STAND BITCH ASS DUDES. 

(I'm not usually like this, but I'm so annoyed that my two options are to bust this dude in the face with my keyboard or tell you guys about it.  I choose Option B.  lol)

As I live my life from day to day I realize... I am one cranky bitch.  No seriously, the more I think about it the more I believe that I have issues.  There are some things that I hate that normal people wouldn't even give a second thought.  Let's review them...

1.  Boogers - I literally get ILL when I see someone picking their nose.  Don't let them pick a ripe one and then rub it back and forth between their fingers.   WTF!!!  Ask my sis (http://www.myspace.com/missy_poo), she will tell you.  I even hate blowing my own nose.

2.  Blue Nail Polish - Something about it just irks my nerve.  The ladies at the nail salon I frequent KNOW to never try to put blue nail polish on my nails. 

3.  Yellow Nail Polish - I had this yellow polish from Vicky's Secret one time.  It looked really cute, but when I went to use it I physically got ill.  I don't know if it was the way it smelled or if I ate something bad but from then on couldn't look at it the same. 

4.  People who say SQOOZE - I looked up Squeeze on the Merriam-Webster Online Dictionary and this is what it said...
Main Entry: ¹squeeze: Pronunciation: 'skwEz
Function: verb
Inflected Form(s): squeezed; squeezing
Etymology: alteration of obsolete English quease, from Middle English queysen, from Old English cwysan; akin to Icelandic kveisa stomach cramps
transitive senses
1 a : to exert pressure especially on opposite sides of : COMPRESS b : to extract or emit under pressure c : to force or thrust by compression
2 a (1) : to get by extortion (2) : to deprive by extortion b : to cause economic hardship to c : to reduce the amount of <squeezes profits>
3 : to crowd into a limited area
4 : to gain or win by a narrow margin
5 : to force (another player) to discard in bridge so as to unguard a suit
6 : to score by means of a squeeze play
intransitive senses
1 : to give way before pressure
2 : to exert pressure; also : to practice extortion or oppression
3 : to force one's way <squeeze through a door>
4 : to pass, win, or get by narrowly
- squeezability /"skwE-z&-'bi-l&-tE/ noun
- squeezable /'skwE-z&-b&l/ adjective
- squeezer noun
Nowhere, NOWHERE in there do they say anything about a damn Sqooze.  Past tense, furture, nothing.  You made that shit up.  Here's the link you can see for yourselves: http://www.m-w.com/dictionary/squeeze.  Makes me want to smack a nigga when I hear that shit.

5.  Snakes - It's an irrational fear.  I start itching and shivering, freaking out is not the word.  Yet I'm not afraid of long dick ...HMMM! Interesting!!  LOL!!

6.  Smacking - You know.  When people eat and they smack their food like camels.  The only people who can do that without the back of my hand automatically introducing itself to their mouths are babies. 

7.  Pig's Feet - Or any animal's feet for that matter, pickled, baked, or Bar-B-Qued, I don't give a fuck.  Keep It! I'm Good Son!

8.  Dumb Bitches - I know a lot of people feel me on this one.  I was out shopping one day and I head this chick say to her hood rat compadres, "Dem* jeans is corny.  You know the one's Jay-Z be wearin'.  Dem envision one's." (*Not Them, DEM)  Now, me being the blatent retard that I am, busted out in hysterics.  I saw no point in correcting her. Ignorance is bliss, but stupidity is just annoying.  (For you that don't get it she was talking about Evisu Jeans). 

Well.  I'm done for now.  I may think of something else and post it up another day.  Think about it though.  What do you hate???

I have never, in my life, so wanted to be alone.  I mean not in a relationship, not even going out on dates or nothing.  I'm in a realtionship with a fucking moron right now who thinks I'm the dumbest bitch on earth.  I got something for his ass though.   
About 5 months ago the realationship was nice, like peace cobbler with french vanilla ice cream. Everything was good!  We spent all our time together and joked around.  Cooked for each other.  He'd give me a pedicure (I mean, he would do it himself), I'd give him a full body massage... well you can see where it heads from there.  Relationship was the shit.  Nobody was fucking with us.  Now everything is all fucked up. 
Let me give you a little history.  He hasn't had a easy life (who has now-a-days), and he has been in one bad relationship after another (I have had my share too, who hasn't, right???).  So I decide I really like this guy, I'm going to show him how a  woman is supposed to treat her man.  I'd call him and tell him one of my little corny jokes just to lighten his mood (He's always mad a somebody), or I'd pick him up from work and we would just ride around and bug out.  Simple stuff like that.  Then, this dude starts checking my phone.  Now, just to inform anyone who reads thisand doesn't know me personally, I try to be a nice person, and because of this alot of people are drawn to me.  I have female and male friends of different races, beliefs and sexual orientations.  So back to my story...He's checking my phone asking me who is this who is that.  I tell him because I'm thinking, It's nothing, these are friends, and this is my man  who I love and loves me.  So later that night I doze off watching cartoons, wake up, kiss-kiss and go home.  A couple of days later I'm looking through my phone for one of my friend's number (who recently moved to Texas) and guess what.  All of my male friends info (numbers, names, birthdays, email) are gone.  I'm sitting there like 'The Fuck happened to my info?'  Only two that were left were my daddy and him.  So I ask him and he say...Get this, "Yeah, I deleted them, you don't need them anymore.  You got me."  If I were  a cartoon, I would have turned red, steam would have come out of my ear making that tea-pot noise, and the top of my head would have exploded like a volcano.  (I watch a lot of cartoons).  Now this should have been the signal to me.  Red light flashing, burps and cherries, the computer generated voice yelling "Warning!, Warning!" No, no, my dumb-ass just cuts him off for a week, all the while reading the text messages talking about "I'm sorry, I get jealous, I've never had a girl like you, I don't want to lose you." 
We make up but it's turns out that he is really insecure and is a "Beef " Vampire.  What is that you ask?  You know how a Vampire needs blood to sustain it's state of living.  Well, this nigga need "Beef", as in Biggie's What's beef.  Drama of any kind, from anyone in order to feel sustain his state of mind.  Every damn week it's somethng else.  It's like I'm the dude and he's the bitch in the relationship..."You never spend time, you never do this, you never do that."  Oh! But when I say, I bought you that chain and Jesus piece for your birthday(I'm talking about $$$$.  Over my budget that I set for myself,)  I did this and I did that.  You know what he says..."That doesn't count, I'm talking about the present"    People, and guys don't get me wrong when I say this, but everytime I see or talk to him I get to strongest urge to put on my Tims and go to work on his scrotum.  I'm sorry! I'm sorry! He brings out the worst in me.    Now I'm I have to deal with some other shit that is like way over my head all because of HIM.  But like I said before, I got something for that ass.  Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.  . 

Now I'm tired, this is why I don't like to get all worked up over stuff. 

Question??? Why, if zombies are dead, do they need to eat?  And why of all things human brains?  Someone told me because they are the "Living Dead", but that doesn't make any sense to me.  If they needed to eat that bad wouldn't a hunk of beef or a couple of pork chops surfice?  Ok, if it has to be brains, wouldn't they go around eating any brains they could get a hold of, like all the stray animals and stuff? Wait wait, no that wouldn't work.  Animals can sense evil.  And another thing if they are dead wouldn't that mean all of their organs and bodily functions cease.  Yet they need to eat.  Of all of the horror flicks I've seen, I have never seen one in which a zombie had to cop a squat.  (Think about it. You eat, you shit...Right???).   I tried to put forth this enigma to my sister...let's just say she called me a retard and kept it moving.

After reading this (if anyone does) your probably thinking this chick smokes the Stickyest of the Icky.  Nope this is me on a regular day.  Actually I'm at work right now.  I guess that's why my parents are constanly praying for me. 
Just a little something for anyone to think about. Let it marinate.  Hit me back if you want!