Drinky winky

The thrill of being off work is getting closer and closer by the minute, tonight when i get's off i think i'm gonna i'm gonna find this dude that come up to the desk with his fairly condescending atittude because he got embarrassed that a mother fucker can speak spanish and he doesn't get to talk shit all incognito and on the low. He just left to go downtown and i hope when i get off to go get my drink on that it'll all be over but the crying. I've never liked the way people try to be sneaky and stuck up by talking shit, and thinking that because you may not be from where they are or look just the same as them you must not know anything at all in any shape form or fashion of there culture, that's some fucked up repugnant shit my good freinds, make no mistake of that. I've never done shit i ain't have to, and that includes fighting another brown man or talking shit in spanish just cause i think no one else around me has enough cultural experience to know that someone speaking another language is bashing on them. One of my favorite things to do is when i catch people doing that shit just lay into them and hurt the fuck outta there feelings for being so goddamn shallow. Shallow people suck goat dick for play-dough. I can't wait to let the drinking begin tonight for sho though. I got these stuck up yuppies with nothing better to do than to bitch about how fast they can blow there money the way that they want to all in my grill. One dude just wouldn't stop tripping the fuck out over our bellman. The funny thing was he reminded me of my dad, the way he seemed so angry that he couldn't even stand himself. I was reflecting on the past today and i remembered how i won the 8th grade tri-county spelling and got to go to state. The whole experience in itself was pretty cool, the only thing about it was i was in th speling bee EVERY year except for the 11th and 12th grade, and the most tragic experience in my spelling runs was mis-spelling the word puzzling, it was truly a tragic moment in the life and times of nikia jonez, i got up there with another girl from pinewood and we had the words puzzling and colossal, she fucked up then, i did too, she won by default cause she spelled arachnid correctly. That year you could've won a grand, after that though i still always made it to state, but the prizes were lame as mr. reed. The funny thing is to this day i will never forget how to spell puzzling, and i realized earlier that all things should be viewed the same way, it's a mistake that i only made once and made sure to never do again. All mistakes should be viewed this way. Maybe then shit wouldn't get so crazy. And now a very special segment of my nightly work blog, i call it the chance to get back. Tonight i would like to take this chance to get back at president bush, what a fucker, i saw this shit on youtube where an investigative reporter fires this question that makes him stutter for at least a minute and a half, then, he walks the fuck off and away from the podium. What a goddamn fucker. First of all, those people he keeps running off the border are the only one's willing to work in the feilds picking the food we all eat, this is true, and i'm speaking from personal experience. You can go to the feilds all across the nation where our fresh veggies and cotton and fruit and sod are grown and you won;t see a single white person and definetly no black folks. But, no fuck that, let's keep them outta here because they keep taking up the jobs americans can hold down. YEAH RIGHT, i hate that shit. It's almost like legal racism and segregation. Some of those people are my family members who haven't got a chance in hell at making a decent life for themselves in the homeland not eveerybody can just make do with what they got. Bullsit and more Bullshit. But, that's that for now, I just hope you have heede our previous warnings. The time is near and the m-fing will start soon enough. Just though you might like to know. Increase tha peace.