This Is Your Brain On Drugs - Sponsored by iPhone 5

OK so this foolishness was posted on my FB wall today by TuTu83. I'm not going to spend a whole lot of time on this one because you'll see why I was LMAO in a minute.

I just feel like I need to do my D.A.R.E. representative duty and tell you all that drugs and alcohol are bad for you.  They fry your brain and make you sit in lines for shit that you don't even know about.  They make you share information that nobody cares to know.  They make you give permission to random street reporters to tape your dumb ass and post your interview on line so that millions and millions of the world's citizens can laugh at you.  And you won't remember any of it in the morning.

Jesus be a 12 step program and some solitude for Rachel.  She needs some help for reals.


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Straight From The Inbox: Simple Math

My friend Mr. Bigg sent me this. Just thought I'd share. LOL

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Miss Barbara vs. USA: Roy Wood Jr. Prank Call

This an audio of a prank call made a few years ago by comedian Roy Wood, Jr. It  was gifted to me by my friend The Lovely Lucian. It's full of ratchet behavior, verbal abuse, and threats of physical harm.  You know, all of the things that Tee is so universally known for.

Background: Dr. Sidmon Abizo calls Miss Barbara to inform her that her monthly Social Security check will be cut by $250 in order to help Hurrican Katrina victims, gas prices, and some other stuff.  Hilarity ensues.

Get into it.

Real Talk: Are You There God? It's Me...Tee.

It's official. I need to make some changes in my life.

I've been trying to write this post for a few days.  I don't really know what to say.  I can come up with 35 wpm when it comes to fuckery and foolishness, but my real life issues? I'd rather not say a word about it.

I guess you could say I'm a pretty private person.  

No, I am a severely private person.  I can count on one hand the number of people that know something inherently personal about me that I shared with them (rumors don't count).  I just don't make a habit of talking about me.  This means nobody really knows what my real fears are, what my real dreams are, or even how I'm really feeling about life on any given day.

I pretty much subscribe a universal nunya policy.  Meaning: it's nunya damn business unless Tee wants to share.  And I usually don't want to.

Which leads me to this post.  Over the past few weeks I've had several different people tell me the exact same thing about me.  Some of these people don't know each other.  And the ones that know each other don't talk to each other in a way that they would share information.

So...how would they know to give me the same exact message?!

I can only put that on God.  I said a prayer a few months ago.  I won't go in to complete detail about what I prayed for but direction and confirmation where in there somewhere. 

So what was the message? Well, apparently people think I should write.  Blog, books, articles, and shit like that. Imagine that.  What's funny about this is, I kind of always wanted to be a writer or at least work in the literary industry in some capacity, editing or proofing or something. But I've always been too afraid to really go after that dream.

Why?

Because me and failure ain't friends.

I'm deathly afraid of things not working out for me.  So much so, that I'd rather not try something than to say I couldn't complete it. The fact that I'm even sharing this kind of pisses me off.  But I feel like if I say this "out loud" one of y'all will hold me accountable.  You'll ask me a question about progress.  You'll call me out for inactivity.  You'll make me feel all silly and I'll HAVE to do something. 

Unless I don't. Which could happen. Because like I said sometimes I let fear dictate my decisions.

So, I'm going to make a promise to myself right now.  I'm at least going to try.  I have no idea where to start.  I'm clueless on what to write about. But I'm going to try.

In the meantime in between time, maybe ya'll could help me.  Give me some ideas.  Maybe that will spark something in this cavernous hole where Tee's brain should be. Virtually give me a kick in the butt.  And I do mean virtually, because if any of you try it in real life you gonna be hobbling around on one leg for the rest of your days. 

I'll try to have something complete before the countdown clock hits zero and the end of days is here. Ices Brown is gonna make this hard for me so I know I'm gonna have to step my keystroke game all the way up.

Republican National Convention = An Insomniac DREAM!!

I'd like to thank all of my friends for their RNC commentary this week.  

I usually try to keep up with all things political, especially in an election year.  But I legit couldn't keep my eyes open when I turned it on.  That mess was a like a real live melatonin OD. I'm talking the kind of sleep that so deep that you wake up and have to take a few minutes and remember where you are! 

An insomniacs dream.  

Reeps should bottle it up and sell it.  

Good night.

Conversations with My Son: A Cinematic Experience

Have you ever had a conversation with a child that made you realize that you are no where near as smart as you thought?

That maybe instead of working, you should just go back to school and learn some more shit, because what you know is obviously not enough?

I'm currently having that kind of conversation with The Kid.  We are watching one of his favorite movies Avatar.  I know, I know most people will not think that this is appropriate viewing for an 8 year old.  But...he gets it.

So anyway this is the conversation we are having while watching this long ass movie that I hate.  Well pieces of it because I don't have the strength to write it all.  And also because I've slept through some (most) of it.

The Kid on Online Fuckery
Him: Mama do you know what an avatar is?
Me: Yep, it's something that people use online to identify themselves.
Him: Uh huh. Most people use pictures that don't look like them because they don't want you to know who they really are.

The Kid is on to your Instagram shenanigans folks! Get it together!
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The Kid on Shiesty Settlers
Him: Why do they call the planet Pandora?
Me: Well, probably after the myth of Pandora's Box where all of the evils of the where where stored in
the box until some dummy let them out.
Him: Hmmm...No, Mama that's a theory.  People just make up stories to explain things that happen in life like evil, sickness, and bad things like that.
Me: Oh. *but ain't that what I just said though...*
Him: But that theory makes sense.  Those people don't have anything bad happen until the aliens from Earth come and mess everything up and try to steal their natural resources.

Tea Party he's talking to you....
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The Kid on Evil Army Generals
Me: Man that dude has some serious issues.
Him: I know right? He really needs to relax.
Me: Relax? How?
Him: Oh I don't know.  Read a book or watch a movie or take a nap or something.
Me: You think that would help?
Him: Probably not.  He probably needs a wife.  I know that's what you would say, right Mama?
Me: *side eye*

The Kid talks like he knows me or something.
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The Kid on Alien Animals
Him: That cat thing is vicious!!
Me: I know! It's pretty scary.
Him: Yes! It's really territorial. Kind of reminds me of you.
Me: Word?
Him: Yea Mama.
Me: Care to explain?
Him: *blank stare* Is that really necessary? *smirk*

It's officially official. I've raised the snarkiest kid on the planet. If you see any free adoption ads on Craigslist pretend like you don't know me.
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Okay, maybe you aren't as impressed as I am.  I get it.  He's not the fruit of your loins.  But I was pretty surprised at how well he grasped some of the themes in the movie that went over some adults (my) head.

Well, that's all I have for today.  Let me sit up and pretend like I've been watching this craptastic nonsense.