Friday, September 22, 2006

I've moved.

Aight. i'v totally messed up this blog so i'm runnin an leav it. lol.


u catch me at http://som-o-dis-som-o-dat.blogspot.com/

peace, luv an soul.

i'm out.

Thursday, September 14, 2006

f***ing links!!!!

OK. I must be dumber than I thought. I've been on blogger almost a year and i still can't figure out how to to do links. I follow the instructions and still the shit aint workin out. there goes my fookin gramma. dats wat dis shit does to me. its fookin infuriatin! HELP!!!

Monday, September 11, 2006

Silly season is over

Gaawd!!! i tank thee for small mercies. like five years before de nex election...for nites, even tho i dont always utilise dem wisely...i am so tired. my girl has returned to skool so i can choose to sleep wen the nite comes...' course being the idiot dat i am i'll do de opposite.

havent been up to much... now gettin back in stride. feelin de need for a change in jobs tho. happens every 3-4 years. dont wanna get outta de media but i tink iv had enuff of dis place. mebbe i'll head down to de islands. dunno. also feelin de urge to head back to skool. not sure wat to tackle...mebbe econs. or pol...

9/11 again. for some reason de images on tv dont evoke de same anguish and sympathy they did five years ago. america has used up all her goodwill and is runnin in de red. several guyanese died in dat tragedy. RIP.

too hungry to continue. hungry, horny, sleepy. the many moods of men.

I'm out.

Sunday, August 13, 2006

It's a dark time my love...

Bak again. Jeez!!! oona aint waan wuk in de media come elections time. me busy like rass. from one end ah de country to de nex. before bird wife wake up to chinese restaurant closin time me ah wuk wen de day come. not even gettin to stop for a few guinness. lawd...but i did get to down some vodka friday nite. at a wake. a bredren from skool drowned in st. lucia. fucked up...especially since our school is only 20 yrs old and five of the seven ppl who have died did so by drowning. had me blu for days. couldnt even wuk de day i found out. no mo swimmin for me. RIP Randy Brown.

But on de plus side, me gyal com home from cuba... so its all good its all rite, wuk whole day, wuk whole nite. between wuk an me gyal i aint gettin time to blog, party, mek meself an ass mo than usual, hangout...i aint complainin tho.

cuz if ah hook, ah hook...she tie me foot...

besides, wit crime de way it is these dayz, i keepin me rusty-coloured rass indoors. i aint comin outta me house unless is in de line o duty or to resupply at de pharmacy. nat dis lickle red bwoy!!

cuz de gunmen gan astray, rah rah rah...

general and regional elections are 15 days away and it seems as tho there's a plan to sow fear in de ppl ahead of de day.

Tuesday -6.30 p.m - gunmen trade shots wid de police on de east coast, 7.30 p.m - rioting at de georgetown prison. 9.00 p.m gunmen invade a village, kill one, rob several drug dealers, shoot up passing vehicles, 9.30p.m - newspaper printery attacked, six shot, four dead.

Friday 11.00a.m - more than 20 gunmen descend on a town, storm two banks and several businesses, shoot a woman in she back, escape with tens of millions of dollars, police in pursuit.

Saturday - police hold three in connection with the robbery, recover several weapons including an AK 47 stolen from de army.

Sunday 9.00 a.m - police place gunmen in jungle, in hot pursuit.

Wuh nex Jah?

Saturday, July 29, 2006

Style over fashion...

It's funny the tangents i find myself pursuing whenever i sit still...takin a crap, washing clothes, a lapdance...the latest such zoning out happened as i sat down to do away with a humongous (dumbass word) pile of laundry. I couldn't help taking special care with my one pink shirt...yes, pink...white folks would probably say i'm metrosexual...especially when you consider the rest of my wardrobe...hugo boss, rl, nautica, zegna etc. i only mention this to make my point.

anyways, where i did drift to was my seeming unique view of fashion just a mere 12 years ago. I recalled one Emancipation Day (Aug. 1) dressing in cowshit-green, baggy rayon pants and a shirt that was unwillingly white...with red stripes... but that wasnt the kicker (no pun intended)...at that time these military-type boots were the craze. i so badly wanted one. luckily for me my dad was in the army (wait for it) so i borrowed his army issued...glossed like a sapodilla seed licked clean of all flesh. so shiny it looked wet. I stepped forth in the multitudes, dressed to death(!?), feelin like i was the shit. no matter that the boots were size 11s and i wore 7s. not even that the shirt had long given up any pretenses of decency. i was the shit that day!!! it was as i sat scrubbing them dirty drawz (what an earthy image) that i realised why my friends all seemed to have plans that ran counter to mine. no one wanted to lime in the park which is usually the place to be that day. even on the sea walls was out. another very public place. ahhhh...the bliss of ignorance. To this day i cant see a cow without remembering that pants. My teenage years are replete with examples of such sartorial misadventures. Another being my predilection at that time for big pants. i would buy jeans with waists as big as 38...a dozen years and a burgeoning potbelly later i can still fit into a 34. (my long lost girlfreind says i look rosy...is that a good thing?) My unique fashion sense of yesteryear can keep me here for the rest of the day so i think i'm going to put an end this. Does seem somewhat masochistic.

I love that pink shirt.

Sunday, July 23, 2006

And the cheez stands alone

Got a nice buzz goin rite now. several guinness in de system. not sure how many...yeah, that much. For the first time in a long while i had to party alone. u betta beleev it wasn't by choice. was supposed to meet my girl and she frenz. they attended a weddin. i had to wuk. but at 1.30a.m i hear de ppl aint comin no mo. de i man get dread. i start beat de guinness. gon be rass to pay wen i sober up. i gon an sleep it off.

p.s if me boss only kno wat i does b doin at wuk at 3.45 a.m...shhh, dont talk.

Friday, July 21, 2006

Interesting...hmmm

It has been scientifically proven that if we drink one litre of water each day, at the end of the year we could have absorbed more than one kilo of Escherichia Coli Bacteria found in water that contains faeces. In other words, we are consuming one kilo of shite. However, we do not run that risk when drinking rum, gin, whiskey, beer, wine or other liquors because alcohol has to go through a distillation process of boiling, filtering and fermentation. It is therefore my duty to communicate to all of you people who are drinking water to stop doing so. It has been scientifically proven that it is unhealthy for you.

It is better to drink alcohol and talk shit than to drink water and be full of it.

lol.