Can you feel slightly undefeated?

Rosa Parks sat so Martin could walk, Martin Luther King walked so Obama would...Ummm No...Martin walked so you lazy, victim syndrome having, weed enthusiasts could be...Nah I'm just kidding...Martin Luther King Jr. was the greatest African American ever...I love a dude, who so believes in his principles, that could take a rock to the face and just march on while wiping the blood that trickled down...That's conviction...That's power...I mean power over oneself is the only true power...I don't mean the power to not engulf box after box of choco-diles and ho-ho's...I mean real conviction...Friendship...that's what I consider real deal holyfield power...It's hard to hold on to hope that I 'm not the only one of my kind around anymore...It looks more and more as if no one is acting like themselves...Bunch of Lil Wayne's, Tony Montana's etc...I never understood race confusion...White envying Black, Black envying whites...We (ya'll) are becoming replicas of replicas...sad...come on guys...I know it's cool now to love Obama...I know it's just as cool to be a rebelling badass and kick shit but can't you be original...I don't know...I had this idea that all suicide threats should sign up to be organ donors...(great right!?) Think of how many losers jump, slit, cut, hang, burn, and swallow (bullets and poison) and those precious organs don't go to anyone...Eh fuck it...I dont care...ummm...my abs are killing me...turns out the fucking treadmill computer was broken during yesterdays' run...I was walking on air after believing that I ran a mile in 6 minutes and 40 seconds...yeah...I know...what the fuck right?...I actually believed that shit...I had it on speed 10....fuckers and false hope...I almost fell off the machine when I attempted that shit today...Intense though...Found a new bar...Turns out my boy's uncle now has a bar in the heights...AWESOME...I know I don't drink like I used to but...I pwn at pool...and at being in bars...I'm that guy that you are looking over your shoulder at with the loud ass laugh thinking, "Damn what is he talking about...He looks like he is having a blast...Damn I wish I was that guy!!!...Damn I think he is a great fuck"...Ok well maybe not the last one lolol....But I'm a sleeper...I just need to get my hands on you though...and...ITS...A...WRAP!!! I'm having trouble keeping focus tonight on this blog...I was on a roll for the past few weeks but, this week has been very structured...routine, even...New Jersey ROCKS!!!!...I dont know lol...sorry, Its what I yell when things get quiet..."Snow is the semen of the angels"... Sorry again...but I actually said that one outloud...jesus, I'm bored...Sorry for this lame excuse for a blog entry...I feel like I'm limp during a hooker session...United States of Tara is awesome...way better then any show about an Asian/White family of 10...Lost is back and its still fucking...weird...those writers must have their hands on the greatest supply of Mama's Molasses (heroin) this side of malaysia...what are you guys up to?...Any plans?...I'm waiting for my Kate Beckinsale.

-db

Bears and Baby food...

I happen to love both of those things come to think about it...Hey guys...I just got home...Today wasn't grueling but when your me ("heavy is the head" kind of thing) it feels like a stone filled backpack is tossed from me when I enter those days for the last time....I fixed myself a bowl of rice and baby food for the final meal...Hot tea as well of course...I have a Brotherhood season finale to watch...Baby food in essence is perfect...It's whats given to us at our purest and uncorrupted state...No sodium or perservatives, none of those artificial Xyenpharamineoxide sounding words...Nope...just delicious perfectly seasoned pureed flavors...I am partial to the chicken dinner and the ham dinner...(Fruit is a given)...I mean I could house probably 15 jars of the mango or papaya...that shit is vag in a glass, if you ask me...MmmMMmMm (first bite)...Gym was good today...ran my 2 miles...triceps and shoulders....ping poon ping....I can't wait til march...By then hopefully this Obama fueled "love" will die down some...You would think he was jesus christ the way some of these people (mostly black) are talking...What do they expect? We're not gonna have to work anymore?...Life is golden from now on?!?!...Nothing has changed people...There is still work to be underpaid for...so get your 1.4 million asses out of D.C. and get to whisking...A few of my friends got negative because I'm too enlightened to be on the "We didn't vote for him just cause he's black" bandwagon...He landslid because the republican party had George Bush for a face...If Hilary won it would have been a McCain ass kicking all day...He's a nice guy don't get me wrong...But my mother (who can't be trusted) told me how all the morons in Cuba ran alongside Fidel...How they all thought he was god...and we all know about the 20 inch broomstick he shoved into the collective ass of the Cuban people...I'm not saying he's a communist or a dictator...I am only saying putting all your eggs in the same basket might have you hit by a bus...And yet they provoke me..."Just stop...be quiet...let me be happy with my moment"...LOL...nuts...they have to be....you feel more american now?...Is racism gone?...Is the economy fixed?...Is healthcare affordable?...NO...no bullshit, "wait you'll see"...no...fuck that...right now...a bird in the hand is worth 2 in the bush...and a bush is worth 2 obama's if he hasn't had the chance to do anything yet...atleast we know what the fuck is going on in Bush's head..."I wish they put bananas in my oatmeal...what channel is Footloose on?"...Im gonna finish my bowl of baby food rice mix...but first i'll leave you with a thought...If you walk into bear territory and disturb him and he rips your daughter (age 6) into pieces and you come back with a gun and kill him, who is wrong?...Don't piss of the bear (me), talk shit about the bear (me) and get mad when he rips little Lisa to shreds...I have no time for fake niggas, just sippin crystal with the real niggas...from east to west coast spread love nigga...and while you sit at home reading a blog, i'm counting real figgas...BOOM!


-D to the motherfuckin'

Downtime...

For the most part, I know who reads my blog...It's the standard mojito...Some ice (cold & bitter women), Rum (real friends), Lime Juice (Sad, Sour Women), Sugar (sweet strangers) and fizzy soda (...i got nothing lol)...Now I can admit (humbly of course) that I am amusing, entertaining, refreshing, charismatic...ok, i'll cut if off there lol...but for the life of me I don't understand why people who don't like me, read it?...Why if I have "wronged" you, torn out the very heart that keeps you on this earth; Why, if my lively existence ruins your day...are you reading my blog?...Why do you go as far as to comment on my blog?...Why are you inching me closer to 1000 hits?...I, in my exponentially larger brain, can not figure this out...Stop reading...Isn't there a corner that needs crying in? Shouldn't you be out blaming me for your pitfalls and flaws? I used this person or that person...well let's just call them "gurls" lol...I hit on the wrong gurl without any reason?...its not like we got drunk and had a 2 hour "deep" talk on the in's and out's of morality based choices...I couldn't tell you if this "gurl" made it abudantly clear that when she went home at night, she would think about me "in that way"....but what do I know...I'm just an asshole with a formidable vocabulary...yet, I sleep just fine...I must be doing something well, if you're still coming back...for more...abuse?...Is abuse the word?...Is it my ego, or do I just attract weak women?...Should I start shaving? Wearing red? I don't know should I hang out in sports bars and yell out shit like, "Come on Ref get off your knees, YOU'RE BLOWING THE GAME!!!"...cause I doubt I could be that guy...But if it means I will attract a "realer" level of people, then I guess I'll be the guy in the crimson pullover tossing back warm Killian's routing for Kurt Warner...I write as to not strap on a dildo, a C-4 packed vest and storm into a daycare center...It's Theraputic-al LOL...Why do you read it?...Is it theraputic-al for you? Or are you just bored at work?


"friends are enemies with better costumes"

-db

M's back...

So M is back from her semi-romantic getaway with big T...she's still sick and still a pain in the ass...but...we take the good with the bad around here...We unloaded our weekend updates and than I dipped out...I had to fight with her about keeping the initial blog on the site....paraphrasing, "That heartless bitch should never have the pleasure of knowing that she got you down, even if it is only momentary"...I'm back home...Had tonight off which totally pwns...today's workout was brutal...but I have my date with K-rocc and the L word at nine...its too bad jenny's dead...she was a pretty hot firecracker...Eagles lost...but my mentality is if they beat the Giants and won the superbowl, the giants were beaten by the best team...if they lost than we were beaten by a fluke...idk, just a thought...I can't wait to see Notorious...I was gonna take a trip with Mo to see it in DC with Kimi, but Kimi's fat ass never picked up and we decided not to even bother...Maybe I'll go tomorrow...oh shit, almost forgot I have lunch with my sister in law...que pinga...oh well, save biggie for tuesday.

ping poon ping,

-DB

My second wind...

ok ok ok....sorry for the absurd amount of agony. ( alliteration) I'm back...moment of weakness and if you fuckers ever bring it back up to me I will find you...take your mother out for a steak dinner and never call her again...whew...it was a doozy though...well in all honesty it was a little more than just a doozy...Let's relate last night emotion coup de grace to back your SUV over your tricycle riding 4 year old ballet queen...and not figuring it out until you get back from work...So after a nice dinner with C, I'm at M's...after dishing the night's events in full, i'm pooped...andddddd ready for a night out basking in the only substance that continually devotes its ear to my endeavors...alcohol...just have to watch what i drink cuz i'm still technically in work out mode...but i didn't go today (you baneful woman, you ruin me)....but i will drag my ass there tomorrow for a sick 3 hour session to make up for it...keep in touch fuck faces.

XOXO, Fuck You Die Slow...

-D "relapse proof" b

let me guess...(the 09' edition)

Let me guess...this is the year for a "new beginning"...That douchebag holding you back from seeing your true inner beauty while introducing his favorite 3 knuckles on his right hand to your weathered cheek is GONE...out of here!!!...Quit smoking, stop cheating, lose weight, read more, make new friends, start cheating...what ?!?! lol...I've heard them all before and, with delight, will take it upon myself to enlighten you. (There is no Santa Claus) 2009 will go like this...Obama will take office, everybody with proceed to shit themselves with glee...He will get nothing done...He'll meet with people and...i dont know...discuss shit...but his first year will be similar to the period of time after I learned how to masturbate...the hours just pass by and other than stopping to eat and bathe, there is zero productivity...there'll be a scandal of some kind...about something that any man/girl (sumbliminal huh? lol) would do anyway...spitzer anyone?...and people will just say, "oh my goodness, that's baffling to me...why would he/she do that?"...done with politics...A movie will come out and pwn...it will be about some bad ass dude who takes on a whole bunch of other bad ass dudes alone cause he's so bad ass with these LASERS lol...it's gonna star some guy you noticed along side another star in the latter's hit movie...Celebrities' on cue, will break each other's frail hearts and hook up with other gorgeous people...you're love life will center around "I love him even though he hits me" girl...there will be no passion or trysts in Barabados with Taye Diggs...that shit doesn't happen...you will likely gain weight...and because I'm helpful, as always, I'll tell you how...You'll start buying everything at Whole Foods...the problem with eating organic and healthy is that it costs 1/3 more than being a slob so now you're starting to feel the pinch from the recession and realize the 8 calorie rice patty that never fills you up can't come in big enough bags...you pound them shits down like honolulu street walkers, which in turn, increase that saggy to begin with set of thighs...You cut things like the gym membership that you aren't even using anyway...and spend more time where things make sense...on the couch with your friends, chugging down $13 Riesling while re-watching movies that end up with the lonely girl being swept up by the handsome millionaire with a heart of gold...they were last scene perusing dingy motels for prominent Meth-Lab locations...You won't stop smoking...ever...well not ever...you'll stop the second the doctor scans the test results and let you in on the secret...YOU HAVE LUNG CANCER...that is just sucky...and guess what caused it? Was it the time that you , in a drunken stupor, decided to tongue down that strippers vagina monologue?...sadly, maybe...nah it couldn't...shit, i hope not...no no no no...no you moron...it was the chemical laced fire sticks that you just HAD to have...Cheers mate!...There will be a trend that no one will understand...and that means everyfuckingbody will have it on...and it will annoy me to the point of blogging...this year if you can't remember (or hopefully forget) people would wear orange sneakers with white jeans and a red shirt and those ridiculous kanye shades...Boy George was doing this shit a million years ago...the Rope chains and A-rab scarves are hot though...Love me a thick rope chain...Oh yeah, on some BIG DADDY KANE shit...No Half Steppin' bitch!...An old celeb will die...but the funny part is you will either not care because you haven't seen him/her in so long that you actually forgot they still worked or you thought they died already...Spanish people will rise into the upper echelon of every major department in government...Champagne will pop and flow down crystal pyramids while I, DB, marinate in brand new super puss...A new phone will come out that will do loads of extra shit in a new way and everybody will want it...few will afford it, but it will still pwn...i'm going out of a limb here...phones will all come with cameras built into them...why?...so you can take pictures of crimes or accidents...or of your cock rocket and instantly share them with girls, who obviously are mid-masturbate and need that little push over the edge of monotony (there's only so many times you can think of you're man while rubbing that little extra piece of heaven) you know what i'm saying?...2009 will be just like 2008....there are no new beginnings because this isn't a fucking movie...you still have a past...I'm sorry Sally Slutmouth, there is no chalkboard that can be wipe clean with the 2009 edition eraser...you sally, are still a slut...you make not think you are...but you are...you are a big slut...i mean i would still you know...do you..but you are a slut...and after you leave...im going to call up Agent M and tell her how your still a slut...and i will regret being with you...but....oh yes there is a but...Getting new vag to kick off the 2009 season...that my friend is pwnage...Though it is hard to completely sell out...Underneath the cynicism, I wish you luck...All of you...It might not mean much, but, I'm pulling for you...Karma does what it must and in the end, a hypocrite will be seen in a better light than a pessimist...So here it goes...I hope you get the nice boyfriend you're after (even though he won't complete you cause more than likely you are a shallow twit)...I hope find the dream job you seek (Chances for that in this economy are slim)...and that you quit smoking (Cancer is Man on Man Prison Rape)...That was easy...oh and by the way, Roederer makes a dry Rose' that is amazing for under 30 bucks...Moet Nectar Imperial is still the most beautiful color on earth...I would find an excuse to buy both (trust me it's worth it)...Why does Pathmark already have Valentines Day shit for sale?....You know what I can give a fuck cause I'm going to watch Marc Anthony on the 14th of Feburary....it's not like I want a nice girlfriend lol ...Happy Same Shit Is Gonna Happen And Now We're A Year Closer To Dying New Year!


Good luck being losers...FYDS,

-D to the B