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.

The quickest forms of releif.

Well, needless to say, today sucks at the hilton just like the days before. The ang was here but she left after 2 hours! Now it's just me these last 45 minutes and all the korn videos my heart desires. I found this book called hagakure, i;ve read at least 20 times all the way through, and i can't help but to keep reading the shit out of it. The gun man in his abscence is hopefully well on his to copping that new ps3, I know how much he's been looking forward top getting his hands on that, i'll be here again tommorow but luckily enough, it'll be for about 4 maybe 5 hours, and i get to ditch the ang to do as i please!!!! Nothing like the sweet indulgance of getting a motherfucker back. Yesterday was a crazy ass day fo the sho, i almost got hit by a car in the pedestrian yeild zone in front of the walmart, i give the guy the finger and he decides to turn around and commence to beg for me to give him the chance to beat my ass, the only thing that actually sucked, was that when he got out a 45 slipped out of his lap and landed on the ground and i immediately knew that this was not going to be the type of fight where i was going to stand my ground and leave with a few lumps, this was gonna be some murder shit, cause don't get me wrong, by the code, you live a focused life and willing death. But not at the hands of honorless shitbag who doesn't even know how to carry the peice he himself has to protect his sorry ass. I withdrew by simply letting him see me walk towards the truck 2 spots over from mine,and immediatly then he drove away. The end result was just the same as the beginning of the confrontation, absolutely nothing from nothing ending in more nothingness. But, i was still pissed the fuck off to hell and back. I hope that by the time he realizes he should've shot the hell out of me, the police fuind him and tow his heap. That's a nikia jones all original in yo face come back. You almost hit me with yo ride, and i'll cop your plates and tow that shit quick as fuck, not cause i;m scared, only because your bitch ass has a gun and you wanna try to blast me when you just came less than a few inches from hitting me and my homeboys and my wife. What kind of fuck shit is that? I like the thought of putting all the old skool cartoons i used to watch back on tv, then i take a look around and see how these fuck ass punks keep commercializing EVERYTHING that they come in contact with. That's why young jeezy is still my favorite rapper, right next to ol pastor troy and kool herc. In closing, you sick bastards are really starting to get at my fuckin nerves with this non-reading shit, get your bi-focals or whatever and let the mind pollution begin, cause this list of moms we got is getting longer and longer, and the gun man done said he ain't packing no lube. Needless to say it'll be nasty once these (us) motherfuckers get on the loose! Well for now just remember to tip ya waitress and increase tha peace. -nikia jones signing off!