What a fucking week.  I'll start with Saturday.  Me and my boy Dre went to go see Saw 2 at Regal Cinema in Winter Park in the afternoon.  Lots of tang out there, mostly older, but not as much as usual.  All I'll say about the movie is that if you've seen the first part, you'll be disappointed with the second although it stays true to giving a surprise ending.  Still, part one is a tough act to follow.  If you didn't see the first part, you can still see the second and you'll probably have the reaction to it that viewers of the first part did.

 

We got some reasonably priced (for that area) pizza slices before we went to see the movie cuz we didn't wanna spend megabucks on food in the theater.  I still ended up buying a goddamn hot dog for fucking $3.75!  And here's what pisses me off about the whole thing.  People wait in line outside to buy their ticket.  They have plenty of time to decide on what movie they wanna see.  Most people already know what the fuck they wanna see before they even get in line!  Then when these clueless people get up to the box office cashier, it's like they're looking at a fast food menu at McDonalds for the first time or some shit.  Uh, uh, uh...Stupid indecisive motherfuckers, get the fuck outta the way and let people who know what they wanna see buy their fucking ticket instead of waiting for your slow ass to decide on some shit. 

 

Then when we went in and gave our ticket to the usher, the black ass fucking nigger motherfucker didn't even say a word to us.  He just ripped our stub in half and threw us to the wolves to find out which theater was playing our movie.  That pissed me off.  Especially for $6.50 a ticket in the fucking afternoon in that ritzy ass area.  I expect better service, dammit!  Then when I bought my fucking hot dog; when I walked up, the cashier disappeared.  A concession person asked me what I wanted.  I said I wanted a hot dog.  She did the upsell thing and tried to get me to buy a combo, but I told her I just wanted a hot dog and that's it.  Then my cashier appears with my food, a fucking young little wigger bitch, and throws my food on the counter over to me.  Then she told me how much it was and I paid her cash.  She gave me my change by throwing it into my hand.  Not a smile.  Not a greeting.  Not a farewell.  Not a fucking thing.  Not fucking shit for service!  What the fuck happened to fucking customer service, man?  I should fucking complain to the manager about the shit to get free tix, but like all movie theaters, it probably has such high turnover that those employees are probably already gone.  You ever notice how you very rarely see the same people working there twice?  That’s the reason.

 

Then me and Dre stopped into Chamberlin’s so he could get some vitamins.  What the fuck is a young, healthy, black ass motherfucker doing buying vitamins?  I told his ass if he just ate the right foods he’d get his fix without having to pop pills.  Naturally, we were the only nigs in the joint except for some older black lady cashier.  I asked if they sold meat and they both said yeah.  They sold shit like organic chicken and shit.  Man, fuck that.  I want some fucking pig and cow that fell out of the womb, not some processed bullshit.  The cashier said she did too, that’s why she brought her own lunch every day.  I don’t blame her.

 

Later that night me, Andy, and Dre hit downtown for the annual Halloween street party and it was a blast, but not nearly as good as last year’s weirdness.  This year, I dressed up for the first time.  I had a grim reaper outfit and a Sting mask.  4 people actually recognized it as a Sting mask which was awesome.  A chic even stopped to talk to me briefly and clearly she knew her wrestling history cuz she was talking about Sting’s old look.  Too bad she had a bf.  It’s so hard to find hot chics that know their history and dig wrestling.  For other people, the mask scared the living shit out of them.  Two chics couldn’t even pass me by on the sidewalk.  They ran over to the street instead.  But one of them was literally scared out of her fucking mind, man.  We saw her coming and she looked at me.  I kept staring at her cuz I could see that she was scared.  She ran over to the street to pass.  I kept looking at her and she kept looking back with the fear of death in her eyes.  So I started walking towards her.  She started walking faster.  Then I began chasing her and this bitch literally ran down the street to get away from me.  Her friends stopped me from chasing her further (they were hot).  It was fucking hilarious.

 

Andy was dressed up as the big bad wolf with a Kangol and fur gloves.  Dre didn’t have a costume at first so Andy gave him a demon costume.  On our way downtown, we were hanging out the car window and shit acting stupid, scaring people.  Downtown on our corner where we hung for most of the night, when some chics rode by in the bike taxis, we ran up on them and scared the fuck out of them.  White girls are such fucking cowardly bitches, man.  And they’re fucking stupid.  In this case, I mean all girls.  Some of them actually thought my mask was my actual face and complimented me on a paint job well done.  One thing about these bitches though, man...they were fucking smokin’ hot, man.  Me and Dre were like, “Where are these bitches when you’re grocery shopping or pumping gas or any other regular activity?”  So much motherfucking pussy, man.  So fucking much.

 

The costumes were fucking rad.  There was a guy dressed up as Bumblebee (the Autobot).  He won my vote for best costume, hands fucking down.  Lamest costume award goes to any idiot dressed up as Napoleon Dynamite wearing a “Vote for Pedro” shirt.  There was way too many of them.  And one of them was involved in the only major cop incident.  About 4 fucking cop cars and a fucking fire truck plowed through Orange Avenue to get to State Discount.  Everybody thought it was a fight or something.  It was just some fucking idiot in a Pedro shirt; drunk off his ass on the fucking sidewalk.  Talk about a false alarm.  One thing we saw was some motherfuckers dancing and running up and down the street clanging a cowbell with old-people shades on, a fake beard, and a curly-haired wig.  None of us knew what the fuck that came from?  Does anybody know?  Another kick fucking ass costume was a guy who passed us by wearing a rubber Dracula mask in a striped shirt, jeans, mismatched shoes, and he was dragging an open, rolling luggage pack with the appearance of clothes falling out.  We were fucking dying laughing.  Talk about moving.

 

Lots of people stopped by to take their picture with us and that was way fucking cool.  I got the most hot girls to take a pic with me though, cuz my mask was so awesome!  One even kissed me on the lips…of my fucking mask.  Dammit!  I was high-fiving all the hot girls that passed by, too.  Boyfriend or no boyfriend.  I don’t give a fuck!  Most of them slapped hands with me while some totally ignored me.  Stuck-up bitches. 

 

You can’t buy that Sting mask anywhere and I know it’s a collectible.  I’ll be using that year after year from now on cuz everybody was telling me it was creepy as hell.  Jon (Holla) was down there with his cliq and he was dressed up as a fat ass Florida tourist.  People were diggin’ it.  Michelle and Stephanie passed by, too.  Michelle was a Mardi Gras chic with beads and a tee hangin’ out of her ass that said, “Show me your dick.”  Steph was a cheerleader.  I actually saw 2 former co-workers and a former supervisor.  Good thing I was wearing that mask.  That supe was a prick.  A lot of homeless people were down there, too.  One lady passed by and we had no idea if it was a costume or if it was an actual homeless person.  We really didn’t know.  We found out later that she was actually homeless.  I wish they’d bring back those blue boxes for them to stand in cuz they were fuckin’  blockin’ on us all night.  Overall, it was a total blast.  Can’t wait till next year.

 

The next night, I went to Halloween Horror Nights with Angela.  Some of you may remember her as TheFuckGoddess.  It was great.  I wasn’t as scared as I would’ve liked to have been, but she was scared shitless in almost every haunted house we went into…except for one.  Some asshole in front of her was waving at the actors and talking to them as he passed by saying dumb shit and just plain being a fucking buzzkill.  I really wanted to pull him to the side and tell him some shit or do something to him, but I just let it go.  Cuz I knew he was the reason she wasn’t screaming and enjoying it.  I wanted to pull her aside and let people pass so that she wouldn’t be subjected to the fuckhead.  The fucking girls behind us were screaming at every fucking thing.  They knew how to have fun.  People like that asshole should just stay the fuck home.  Why go through a haunted house if you don’t want to get scared?  Don’t ruin the shit for every fucking body else cuz you’re a fucking dick.  Keep the shit up and somebody might fuck you up next time.

 

Some of the rides were open.  Jurassic Park was one of them…with a 15 minute wait.  Man, that was fucking cool and I jumped in that line quick cuz it filled up soon after we got in it.  Didn’t get too wet, but the last drop was awesome.  Angela had a prob keeping her eyes open cuz she’s a fucking scaredy cat.  She got the fuck over it when we got on the Hulk.  I even saw Michelle there.  That bitch didn’t tell me she was going that night!!  Angela wanted to get on the Hulk again after a long ass wait, but didn’t wanna get on Dr. Doom with me.  What the fuck?  I’ll invite somebody else next time who appreciates my fucking company.  I know she’s gonna have something to say to that.  We missed Bill and Ted, too…cuz she was hungry.  Goddammit!  I can’t say I’d go again cuz it really wasn’t scary to me.  But if you know you’re a pussy (like Angela), you’ll fucking love it!

 

I told Dre I was gonna quit my job when I found another and that bitch said to let him know so he can apply since he knows I don’t do shit there.  They got on my nerves again today and I was about to walk the fuck outta there cuz they wanted me to perform as well as a motherfucker that’s been there for 3 fucking years.  Yeah right, snotlickers.  I told the fuckers, don’t expect too much too soon cuz if you keep pressurin’ me, I’m outta here.  That’s when they fucking relaxed with their shit.  I don’t like work.  Bart Simpson taught me that “working is for chumps.”  And it is.  I know what I wanna do with my life and it takes money to get there.  That’s the only reason I work.  I don’t wanna be a supe.  I don’t want responsibilities.  I wanna be at the bottom of the fucking totem pole, doing as little work as possible for the most amount of money possible.  I need money to finance my career and to pay my bills.  So if I gotta work, I don’t wanna work hard or put up with bullshit or deal with assholes or work with fucking idiotic morons or fix other peoples’ fuck-ups.  That’s where I’m coming from.  So when I find that next gig, closer to home that pays what I want for doing practically nothing, then Dre can have my spot.  Hope you’re comfortable working with a bunch of judgmental, unattractive black chics and nosy, ugly Euros.  Yet more reasons I want out.

 

Glad to find out that Intocable’s back.  I just watched lucha from last Saturday and they’re showing CMLL again.  Fuck lucha de vuelta.  Show CMLL or AAA on Saturday and show the other one on Sunday.  How hard could that be to figure out?  I noticed CMLL was trying to be slick, too.  El Felino was in a trios match…but it wasn’t him under the mask.  I don’t know who the hell it was, but it was way too obvious it wasn’t really him.  How stupid do you think the fans are, huh?  Actually American fans are pretty fucking stupid, but that’s beside the point.

 

Pretend you’re from Orlando, Florida and I’m a reservationist asking you what state the hotel you want to stay at is in.  What’s your answer?  Obviously, it should be Florida, right?  Wrong.  Damn near every fucking time I ask these idiot ass customers what state, they tell me the fucking city.  People are so fucking stupid, man.  Especially them fucking whites, man.  Those are the dumbest motherfuckers.  I fucking swear to fucking god, man, some of these fuckers will call in and say they want to ask a question and they ramble on and on and 3 fucking minutes later is when they ask.  Or they forgot altogether what the fuck they called for.  And here’s the people I hate the most:  The ones that are so quick to give their credit card number.  No wonder your identity got stolen, dumb ass.  The ones that pause between words.  Like, “Hi Melvin, my name is Julie.” Okay.  “I need to check on rates for a hotel.” Okay. “I need a room for Saturday.” Okay…which one dammit, this week, next year, what?  You white people, man.  I don’t know about you people.  “What’s your area code?” “33853.”  Fucking idiots, man.

 

Which is better?  Family Guy or American Dad?  I personally like American Dad better.  It’s just funnier to me.  I like Stan better than Peter.  His wife is hotter than Lois.  Everybody has a fucking gun.  It’s fucking crazy funny.

 

I peeped But Can They Sing and turned that shit off after Morgan Fairchild was done singing “These boots are made for walking.”  It was funny as hell to see her reaction during her rehearsal when she was expecting to hear the original version for her to sing to and it was Jessica Simpson’s version instead.  She actually held it down when it was time to perform.  And her outfit was fuckin’ bangin’!  This lady is right up there in hotness with Mary Hart.  That’s the kind of woman I want…that gets better with age.  When she was done singing, you could see that she was literally shaking in her boots cuz she was so nervous.  You could see her lips and hands trembling.  It just proves that no matter how much celebrity you have, you can still get nervous in front of a crowd and cameras.  My question is how did they find these motherfuckers to do the shit?  It ain’t like they need the money or the fame…not all of them anyway.  Needless to say, after she was done and I got my eyeful, I deleted it.  It wasn’t good enough to keep my interest…except for her, of course.

 

I just found out that Stacked is coming back on November 9.  Finally, one of my shows is coming back.  If you don’t watch this show, then you should.  It’s funny as hell, has realistic acting and comedy, and has a great cast.  If you can get over Pam Anderson doing comedy, trust me, you’ll like it.  She may be the biggest name on the show, but truthfully, she isn’t the star.  She doesn’t make the show what it is.  The rest of the cast does.  Give it a shot.  I’ll say it again…trust me, you’ll love it.

 

This fat bitch was sitting near me on the bus a few days ago.  Let me rephrase that.  This grossly overweight, fat, disgusting blob of blackness was sitting near me on the bus a few days ago and she was one of those cell phone junkies.  It was one call after the other after the other.  When she was talking to one motherfucker, another call came in and she put that motherfucker on hold to talk to the other motherfucker and was switching back and forth between them.  What the fuck is it with chics and cell phones?  I understand some bitches talk because they really wanna talk cuz they got something to talk about.  Others just want to show off to whoever that they have a cell phone.  Big fucking deal.  Others though, just talk about nothing in particular.  They just have to have a cell phone on their ear and someone on the other end.  It’s like their addicted or something.  Just listen to some of these people’s conversations and you’ll know what I mean.  No substance in the conversations whatsoever.

 

A chic at work surprised me with a question the other day: What’s more important…love or money?  I told her money cuz with that money, love would be easier to attain and enjoy.  Not to buy it, but to attain it.  There’s a difference.  I’m fucking poor and the first to admit it.  I couldn’t devote the time to loving someone the way I would prefer to because I simply don’t have the time to do that and girl’s really want a guy’s full attention when they’re together.  In other words, they want his time.  I just don’t have a lot of that to give these days because of my career, work, school, and other responsibilities.  But if I had money, I wouldn’t have to work as often.  I might not even have to work at all.  All of my bills would be paid.  Suddenly, I would have all this time on my hands.  I could give a girl all the attention that she wants.  Maybe too much, but can you really love someone too much?  Actually, yeah you can, but you know what I mean in this case.

 

Then she asked how do you know when you’re in love with someone?  How the fuck would I know?  I’ve never been in love.  But I do know.  Some people just don’t understand that just because someone has never done or felt something or been in certain situations; that doesn’t mean that they don’t know anything about it.  Some people talk out of their asshole.  Others, like me, are well-rounded individuals with a wealth of life experience and knowledge.  I’ve been down more roads than veteran prosties have gone down on jons.  I know what love is even though I’ve never been in love.  It’s one of those intangible emotions.  If you’re mad about something or someone, you can identify it.  If something is confusing, you figure out what’s confusing you.  But when you’re in love, the common response is, “I can’t explain it.”  That’s because you can’t.  You just know the feeling when it’s there.

 

But you have to be smart enough to separate love from lust.  I see girls all the time that I wanna fuck the living shit out of based strictly on looks alone.  Some girls are hot as hell and you get to know them, but you only have that feeling that the sex would be great (at least you hope it would be), but that feeling of being in love isn’t there.  For those that have had a hit and run, you know what I mean.  You fucked the bitch cuz you were attracted to each other and hit it off in conversation, but you know there’s nothing else there.  It’s just sex.  No emotions of love other than making love.  But then you find that one.  The one who you want to spend more time with.  The one you want to get to know better.  The one you always think about.  The one you want to talk to all the time.  The one you think about on a long term level.  The one who has things in common with you.  Who can put up with you.  Who has something to talk about.  Who’s capable of carrying a conversation.  Who interests you.  That’s when you know when you’re in love.  When that person is the only one you think about and want to be with and makes you feel comfortable…that’s love.

 

But getting back to the money thing.  When it comes to my life, it’s not important.  When it comes to my work, it’s the only thing that’s important.  People don’t know how to separate the two like I do.  Why do we work?  To make money.  And what do we do with that money?  Purchase goods or pay bills.  That’s it.  Money can only be used to buy something.  Even if you give it away, that money is used to buy something for someone.  How do we get paid?  Hourly or salary based on output.  The more effort you have to put into something, generally the more you get paid.  But to put more effort into something means that you have to spend more time on it and that’s how we get paid.  Time.  Nobody works for free.  Volunteering isn’t working.  That’s why it’s called volunteering. 

 

People switch jobs for various reasons but usually the reasons are based on time and money.  People want more time to have a life and more money to enjoy it the way they want.  Me?  I want more money to have a life and more time to enjoy it the way I want.  If I had money now, I would definitely have a better lifestyle.  But I know what I want in my life.  I know what my career path is and at this point, time is the only thing that I need to enjoy my life the way I want because I know the rewards that will follow when I become successful. 

 

Love or money?  I choose money.  Time or money?  I choose time.  Too many people think short term.  They think of what they need to do now to get what they want and need now.  I think in the long term.  I think of what I need to do now to get what I want and need later.  I’ve learned in my life that time doesn’t stop for anyone or anything.  It’s the one thing no one can control because it’s completely intangible.  It’s unstoppable.  Therefore I utilize it as best as I can and cherish it over money because money comes and goes, but time is always there.  You just have to know how to use it.

 

I’m just happy to be alive and healthy cuz in the end, that’s all you really have and that’s all that matters.  Material possessions don’t mean much to me anymore.  I’ve lost everything more than once and when that happens to a person, you learn to put life into perspective and you learn what’s really important: life and living it to its fullest.

 

On an endnote, one of my teachers actually made a funny in class for once.  We were talking about feminism and the discussion got around to the Spice Girls somehow and she said, “Why is it that the black one is called Scary?”  That never would’ve been a thought in my mind until then.  It’s pleasing to know I actually learned something in class for a change.

 

One more thing.  There’s this new malware called rootkits that started popping up in AOL software and Sony music CD’s.  It downloads onto your computer without consent, stays there undetected, and can’t be uninstalled.  Click here for more info about it.  Pretty serious shit!