tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65289881467970674912012-02-16T09:10:28.189-05:00Observations of a life from an observant observerNick@nitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13363517234314076943noreply@blogger.comBlogger251100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528988146797067491.post-77544012244602792232010-08-10T14:49:00.000-04:002010-08-10T14:49:53.922-04:00

   I'm OH SO glad that you swung by, BUT I've moved over to wordpress. So come and join the madness over there. I can be found at http://www.nicklodeon.wordpress.com/    I hope to see you soon...    Peace and Love, Nick

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   I'll start with a story..   I once knew a guy that was single. His last relationship had left him feeling a certain way about women so he decided to lay low for a while. During this time, he evaluated the things that he wanted out of the next relationship. He also evaluated what went wrong. What on earth caused the destruction of the relationship with the woman that he thought he was going to

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   So.. If you've been keeping up, you'll know that I got offered a marketing position at a company. I've recently been battling with whether or not I should keep the job to pursue writing. (I'm not keeping it) I got hired about 3 weeks ago and have worked 4 days since. I've gone to work 1 time in the past 1 1/2 weeks (to give you some indication)    On Tuesday the secretary (that's supposed to

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Bish, I wanna pour hot grease on you..    This social media network thing is a big deal. I remember when facebook became big. It wasn't just for college students anymore. It was more "grown-up" than myspace. "Alright alright!" I went along. While I admit that it IS more grown up than myspace (an account I've deleted) I must admit that 2 years later I'm in a serious case of "hate" with facebook.

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    I'm gonna be honest here. (It's the best policy ain't it?) I tried to be all "I got a new post, here's my fabulousness." I saw Inception again last night and had to drive to 2 different houses just to get back to the house I'm currently staying at. By the time I got in the house, I had to walk to dog(s) and THEN figure out how to bang out a blog post. Needless to say, I rolled over and fell

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One of my favorite sayings is "I'm better than Ms. Cleo." I pull it out every now and then when I foresaw something that was BOUND to happen. I'm Jamaican, so I already think I have one up on Ms. Cleo, but still, my training in the "World of Shaman" isn't complete yet. I say all this to tell a story. I was sitting on my girl's bed (I'm house and dog sitting), laptop in lap and the phone rings.

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   I have an aunt. We'll call her "Diane." Diane met my boyfriend (now my ex) at Christmas dinner eight years ago. My ex and I have been broken up for four years (you do the math). I spoke to Diane last night and she went in (as she always does) "You could've been married to what's his name." "You could've had a little baby girl by now." As I always do, I explained to my aunt that my ex was NOT

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 "He called me 'sexy'. Sexy is the thing I try to get them to see me as after I win them over with my personality.. smart? yes. Maybe even cute, but sexy?" -Miranda (Sex and the City)     It's not a secret that I'm a tomboy. We all know this, so let's not act surprised. I went to the race track with my father, owned a skateboard, and dug up dirt in the backyard. It's something that I accept.

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    So here's the thing, there's a reason my nickname is "dropsy" or "narcolepsy." I was three years old when MTV came on the scene, and I haven't had a good night's sleep since. Matter of fact, I think that the early years of MTV (aka "the best time EVER!") put me in so much sleep deficit, that even when I do sleep for a number of hours, the after-effects don't last long. I've been known to get

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   I know what's happening. It's not exactly like I'm behind the times or anything. I fully understand that texting is what we're doing now. Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against texting. I find texting to be a very creative way of communicating in church where we wouldn't normally be able to. Its convenient, I get it. I have a problem with it though. (I'm trying to figure out how to put

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SURPRISE BISHES! (you weren't expecting it!) a Festivus Miracle! now let's air a grievance..        Please read "Sunday" (part 4) before "Monday" (part 5) don't be confused please! Alright, let's end this sh*t....    sidebar: over the weekend, I was listening to the Wale mixtape..and I realized that there's a certain regional accent that makes some people pronounce the state "Murr-land".. he

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    Okay folks, we're winding down...       It's Sunday. To say that I'm happy is an understatement. All I can do is think about the fact that the next day is Monday, and I will be on my way back home. All I have to do is bob and weave my way around this dude's aura for 24 hours and then I'll be home free tomorrow. We pitty pat around the apartment, he sits on the bed watching tv and I sit on

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  (Part 3 of 5.. I have no excuse..)     This is a long one, buckle in (#TWHS)    Saturday morning I wake up, and this dude is very excited. He tells me that he's got a surprise and that I should wear my bathing suit(?). I need to hurry up though because his friends are waiting for us. I get dressed and we leave. He's on the phone and being very secretive and we stop at a Wendy's because why? Not

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  (This is part 2 in a 5 part series.. Please, don't judge me for this foolishness..)   I wake up early on Friday. I always get up early when I'm on vacation (especially in a new city) because I want to explore. I'm up and wait for homeboy to wake up. After about an hour of pussyfooting, I ask him if we're gonna leave anytime soon. What follows is the conversation: (Lord have mercy)    Him: what

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  I'm giving you a "2-4-1" in the same night... This is just a little nugget.. Don't forget to check back for Part 2 of "Disaster In Maryland)        I had (have) an inactive account on match.com for a while now. Every now and then, I'll use a dating site as a way to add new acquaintances to my repertoire. I don't mind saying that I've met some cool people on dating sites. I met someone on Yahoo

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      (What follows is part 1 in a 5 part series.. Enjoy... at my expense)     Last year, I had the pleasure of getting to Maryland to visit a "friend." Being that I love getting out of town at every possible opportunity, I bought the ticket. I was staying from Thursday-Monday, a little long for a trip, but I wanted to get into DC and do some exploration by myself. I said upfront that I was as

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First of all, I want to say "Mother Nature is a wretch.." she rolled thunder and lit lightning all weekend, and like man, she was all bark and no bite.. #fail make up your mind, mother nature, I'd appreciate if I could plan out my weekend.. Florida weather isn't what's hot on the streets, althought it IS hot on my block...                                      now for our regularly scheduled post

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everyone (ev-er-ee-1) has a threshhold.. a limit.. a border.. we ALL know it as "the line.." it doesn't need to be drawn per se'.. it's an internal list of behaviors that each person knows they won't allow.. it doesn't need to be discussed as there are just several codes of conduct that one carries themselves by..    i haven't met any of your mothers, but i DARE say that you wouldn't walk up to

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     when i was young(er) Mon, Wed and Fri were know as "opposite day".. it was the day where everything that was said had an opposite meaning.. it was the day where "i hate you fred" really told fred how i wish he'd sit beside me in history class.. but honestly, we stopped doin opposite day when i left middle school..   i didn't know we were still playing..   my ex and i used to play this game.

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       ok.. so it's been a while.. mostly because i've been entertained MERCILESSLY by these broads on my twitter timeline.. i can't stand ya'll!! (@pinchmycheekie and @msEsquire77)   well.. when i mentioned that i was looking through my notebook for something to write about MsEsquire77 gave me a topic.. so with that said, i thank you my girl!! (i hope your phone rings!)       these two are the

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     I found myself a tad bit bored on Saturday. I didn't want to brave the hordes of people that had infested my area of residence. That's my verbose way of saying that I live in S. Florida and that it was Memorial Day weekend. Nuffsaid.. So since I was sitting at home I decided to pop in a movie. I had exhausted my love movies (yeah, i know) so I pranced into my brother's room to see what I

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i'm not gonna write about what happened to me today.. but let's just say the day ended in some f*ckery.. i got a headache now, and i'm cursing the heavens above...anyway, i thought i would tell a little tale...sometime ago, i went to a birthday party for a "friend" of mine at this club.. it isn't a club so much as a "random spot that keeps changing names, and should outlaw smoking" anyway, my

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i have a friend, let's call him "O".. i use the term friend VERY loosely here because he is only one by quantity, not quality.. i've known him for over 15 years, and since we kind of grew up together, he gets a spot in my phone.. till now.. you see, "O" is a specialist in what i like to call "pullin a Casper".. he's the type of friend that will make plans with you and never call you on the day

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in my hopes that you'll understand where exactly i'm comin from.. i'm gonna give you a "handbook" of sorts.. maybe, just maybe they'll help you make sense of this..this is in NO WAY a concise list.. but it's 4:47 in the morning.. it's all i can give you at this hour...1. i write almost exactly like i speak.. no lie2. i use almost no proper punctuation.. i trust you're a smart person, and can

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one day i tweeted my friend Barbara and literally said, "what's the name of some of those black blogs you're always reading?" she gave me a few names, i started reading, and proceeded to waste the whole day at work.. it was like i found out there was a whole subculture happening right under my nose.. this underground (underground to me) network of writers, and people that talk about things

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