Sleep it off

[Posting from my bed via the SK3]
And so comes the end of an overall shitty day.
I had a very stressful day @ work today. Dealing with surprise clients, a mass of paperwork and a nutass broad really pushed me to my limit.
My girl, “the Arruh”, took me for Starbucks and pedicures, which made me feel better momentarily. Then I left for home and as the subway ambled northbound on the Broad Street Line, I eased back into a funk.
Man, the problem is that I spend very little time being negative. I usually have a number of problems weighing on me @ any given moment, but I try to brush that shit off and K.I.M. I tend to be really “whatever” about most things and go through like with a “fuck it, lets see where this takes us” attitude.
As a result, the problems and issues tend to snowball and pile up. Next thing you know, I’m in a funk, all sulking and being pouty. Inconsolable. Sitting around all “woe is me.” The fact that I hate being that way makes it even worse, causing me to sink deeper.
“I hate my life,” is what I’ve been known to say at these times.
Instead of just focusing on the bad day @ work, I start adding in my doubts about school, uncertainty about the future, frustration with my car, worries about finances, and insecurities dealing with a man.
I think I pile everything on at once so I can do one big sulk about it all, then suck it the hell up and move on… that is until it happens again, until I overflow with pent up frustration. Problem is, I don’t really think there is any one person I can vent to properly. Plus I’ve always only handled things for and by myself. I guess I’m just used to grinning and bearing it.
That’s wiggity wack, though.
I hope that I feel better in the morning. I’ll certainly want to delete this whole emo ass posting, though. I mean, who wants to read whiny blog crap like THIS?
Then again, it took a lot of time and thumb-power to type this shit out while laying on a heart-shaped pillow. I might just have to let this one ride.

I have a confession to make

I ♥ Doug E. Fresh!!!

I mean, I don’t want to marry the dude or anything. All I know is that I have never been to a party or show where Doug E. was performing, hosting or DJ’ing that wasn’t the BEST time. He really is the world’s greatest entertainer! Florida, NC, PA, NY. I’ve seen Doug E. in a lot of different places and no matter what, I’m always up front. Yo, I even had a drank with the man. JACK DANIELS!! Ahhhh. LOL.

I’m pretty sure that one day I’m going to organize some kind of event, maybe even my wedding, and I will have Doug. E. there. If I die, somebody out there better call that man. I want him beatboxing all around my casket. As they lower me into the ground, all of you black-clad mourners better be ready for the call and response: Ayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy Yooooooooooo

AIGHT!

Like really, who is better?

From old-school Doug E. (with the Get Fresh Crew) – All the Way to Heaven – to one of my jams (cuz instead of that chicken McNugget a woman needs a value pack):

Even with this 90s joint….(This jawn is hilarious just because Doug E. is jammin with the no shirt on! LOL. Family, you’re a great entertainer, but H-Town you are not):

So yeah. Clown if you want. But if we happen to out and about and some Doug E. Fresh comes on, don’t expect me to hold up the wall with you, loser.