Observations

these are some things that i have thought about over time, things that have dawned on me and i have always wanted to write about

why is it that people nowadays just phreakin suck? supervisors, store clerks...just everybody. you walk into a business and people treat you like shit and act like you're lucky that they bothered with you. do you just want to punch their lights out? when you run into someone nice, genuinely caring couldn't you just fall over dead? i could.

i have noticed how men wear their pants. in a survey of about 15 men, divided into race. i wondered why fat white men wear their stomachs over their pants, that looks so gross. did someone tell them they had to do that? so i thought i'd check out men in general. i wanted to see what the brothaz were doing. i don't care how fat a brother is, out of the small group i've checked out (mind you, i'm still doing research) a brotha will not wear his gut hanging outside of his pants. i, for one, appreciate that. cuz nobody wants to see a man with belt buckled at his dick while his stomach hangs down to his knees. it's called camaflouge darling, get with the program. and thank you brothaz.

got to talk about the sistahs with the weave. why do womyn get fake looking hair weaved, glued or sewn into their hair so they can wear it lookin all funky. it's like they're thinking "hey, as long as it's good hair on my head lookin bad, i don't care. or as long as it's hanging down my back lookin like shit, i don't care." the shit looks nasty. what's with this super straight, super shiney hair, it doesn't even pretend to be real. it's tangled, matted, slapped into a pony tail and worn with pride. personally i calls it 'the welfare weave'. i would rather see a sistah with old fuzzy braids, at least they have character.

i ride the bus and i hate it. people have gotten so they clump all up at the front of the bus and they must be making the buses smaller cuz it's really tight up in there. fools be all stretched out like they're sitting in their livingroom watchin bootleg cable. then here comes some chick with 8 babies a stroller, an attitude, one of them skank de dank dank weaves, and a humidifier talkin bout some "where can i plug this in? booboo got asthma". who cares? get a life and catch a fuckin cab.

work: why do people trip like they own you? damn, even kunta kinte caught a break and got away with a cut off foot. don't the dumfuks know that you're grown and you're gonna do what you wanna do? especially if you do your work and just want to be left the fuck alone. you're not trying to get out of doing your work, you just want to be treated like a full grown human being. why is that so hard for those trippin assholes to see? and man if you don't buy into that powertrip (cuz you know you're just as great as they are) it just upsets them to no end. they keep wheedlin and whittlin away at you tryin to bring you down. but you can't get a good woman down, and I AM A GOOD WOMAN. o well sometimes even a stinkin asshole's powertrip can break the monotony and boredom so keep chuggin away til something better comes along.

how come when you hear somebody talkin about you "nah man, that's you, you can have her" you turn around and see somebody lookin like SOME SHIT? some funkball lookin too nasty "for me to poop on." and and and how come the other day when i was in the store and this cute cashier had been eyeballin me he tells the cashier in my line 'man that's me right there'. how come i was so embarrassed i wanted to go through the floor?

what's with the old ladies and the gold and silver? you go to the dollar store and there's grandma with her gold leather pants, shiny gold hat and shiney gold reeboks, or doc spencers whatever that old people's catalog is. are they celebrating gold and silver anniversaries or something? is that a requirement? i hope the hell not cuz i ain't doin it. i bet if you get on the wayson's bingo bus you go blind with all the gold and silver outfits. a hint grammy, basic black is elegant at any age.

how come yaphet kyoto (sp?) can never get his damn hair together? what is up with that curly weave lookin thing he got goin on. the brotha is clockin dollaz what is he goin through with his hair? it's called old footage brotha, check it out. i'm 'bout ready to do a telethon for that shag of his.

places i won't go:

1. bald men doing the wrap with that one string of hair

2. big women buying sized 8x bikinis and daisy dukes just because they make them, then gettin on ricki lake talkin bout 'i know i look good and i can have anybody i want, you're just jealous'.

3. gold teeth. i still don't get that. who said that was attractive? who sanctioned that bullshit?

4. how come every time i turn around, it's my damn birthday?

5. how come every time i am havin a good time, it's time to go to bed.

6. how come i can't keep any ice cream in the house?