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Shock and Awe. October 6, 2008

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I went to see the WNBA Finals game today. The Shock won.

Yea, bitches!!!

Yea, bitches!!!

So I’m happy. Fucking elated that my team won. So fucking elated, I’m using expletives to show my level of elation.

TAKE THAT SAN ANTONIO!!!! The Spurt-ettes were no match for the [cue evil music] DETROIT SHOCK [/end evil music] !!!!

Ok, so I get a bit obsessed with my sports. Its not like I went and found a Notre Dame/Iowa (same difference) fan’s blog and posted one of these:

Can you say, kick ass?

Can you say, kick ass?

Yes, I have problems. And yes, I’m obsessed with Detroit Basketball/ Michigan State sports.

Just don’t look up my ESPN page. It may scare you.

I’m done here. Happy tidings.

Americans. October 1, 2008

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Its funny how we all spend our lives defining ourselves by our relatives/ancestors historical ethnicity. For instance, after doing geneology research (and stumbling across my grandmother’s immigration records), I spent the latter time claiming to be Cuban, African (-American), French, Irish and Cherokee.

But in the true tradition of America, I’m going to change my racial/ethnic identity to fit the definition of what it means to be American.

But first, let me give a little background story as to where I got the initial idea to do so.

I was with a friend, who was with his coworkers and we were all drinking at the bar (all too familiar, no?). Anyways…After about 2 damn near straight vodka drinks, I was feeling good enough to flirt with one of the bartenders. The cutest one had caramel skin, and beautiful brown eyes, but no definitive race/ethnicity. Hell, dude could have passed for black/white mixed, South Pacific, Latino, Arab, freaking anything.

Thinking I’m being slick, I walk up to this guy and strike up a conversation.

Me: What are you?

Guy: What do you mean?

Me: You’re fucking adorable. What are you?

Guy: Huh?

My Friend: She is trying to ask you your race…like your ethnicity.

Guy: oh…American.

Me: no…like what before American?

Guy: American…

To say the least, I left rather confused.

The next day, it dawned on me what he meant. Seriously, why do we all spend our time consuming ourselves with people’s ethnic breakdown when half the time we can’t tell what specific group some people belong to. I know with me, I have people that think I’m just half black, half white; others who think I’m Dominican, and even one guy who asked me if I was Ethiopian.

My point? Why bother defining my ethnicity/race if it is not a defining part of me.

So in the true definition of being an American, count me as all American, since I am a true example of what it means to be a “melting pot”. My many races and ethnicities, as well as life experiences with people from other ethnic groups have molded me to be the person I am. I am not defined by descriptive words that have been created to keep people divide. I am who I am, and I can (and do) hang out with who the fuck ever I want to.

Flaming Idiots. September 28, 2008

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Flaming idiots. They come in all ethnicities, races, ages, and sizes. Yet they all have one thing in common: low IQ scores. Take for instance the woman I had to deal with today. She came to do a return in my store (I work a mall job…yes, retail), and brought in a few items. I went through the process of returning, and asked for the original card she put her purchase on (which was her husband’s). Since her husband was on the other side of the mall, I offered her two options: wait for him to meet you there, or just to get merchandise credit. Somehow, the term merchandise credit ignited a flame deep within her evil psyche because 30 seconds later, she was about to jump over the counter while cursing and screaming at me on how she didn’t want merchandise credit, and how much she didn’t like my attitude (mind you, I said nothing out of the ordinary…nor did I remotely raise my voice). I ended up calling my manager over to assist. The livid lady demanded to call customer service then and there, then proceeded to call my manager several names and use a string of expletives at her.

The lady is now banned from entering our store. We had to call security to have our storefront watched to make sure she didn’t return. And no, she didn’t get her money either.

So my question is, why are there so many flaming idiots in the world? I mean, I rarely waste my time discussing these lepers to society because they are not worth my time. However, after being threatened by a truly demented little middle aged suburban woman for giving her options, I can’t help but to stop and wonder, what the hell is wrong with these people.

But hey, karma is a bitch. Don’t let me find where you work, I will give you hell.

And as for the Michelle Obama lover who posted the comment on my prior entry, I have your IP address, and friends who have lots of time on their hands.

Karma is a bitch.

Double Standards: The Race Dating Thing. September 26, 2008

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So recently a friend (or three) of mine suggested that I try dating outside of the black/latino group, which is what I did. From doing so, I’ve picked up an interesting observation: jealousy.

You would think I’m talking about a woman issue. But actually it was jealousy spawning from the men. So here’s a typical night out with my girl, who happens to be filipina, and whatever random, non-specific ethnicities of girls who tag along (usually one or two of varying ethnicities, and they are often quiet and reserved):

* Walk into the bar/club/party/area full of drunken happy people.
* The cutest black/latino guy in the club is scoped out. Usually, he is too busy to notice the staring due to him dancing with the nonspecific, non-black girl who either looks like a prostitute or a trailer park queen.
* A cute non-black/latino guy who is nearest to the black guy is spotted.
* Cute non-black/latino guy is approached, grabbed, flirted with, and grinded on.
* Black guy notices black girl (me) grinding on non-black/latino guy, and pushes away non-black girl to instead focus on giving the non-black guy the black girl (me) is dancing with.

…this continues with each non-black guy I dance with, until the black/latino guy finally decides to come up and whisper one of the following in my ear:

“Damn ma, you sexy”
“You should be dancing with me…”
“Whats up with ol white boy?”
“Are you mixed?”

At this point, I’m wanting to drink more alcohol due to the level of ignorance being portrayed. Instead, I generally hi-five my friend, who sits and laughs her ass off at how the guys suddenly seem interested.

So my question is: why the hell is it so taboo for a black/latina girl to date a non-black/latino man, yet its ok for them to do the latter?

*Note: being that I’m Cuban and Black, I generally just say black to illustrate that I have brown skin. And yes, I’m mixed…with a few other things as well, but that’s beside the point.

You Know… September 21, 2008

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Originally, I was debating between writing about what it means to be a true American and the Black Men Appreciation post. Instead, I’m going to waste a whole post on people who aren’t even worth it in hopes that they will read it and realize how stupid they really are.

This, my friends, is a ode to those handi-tards.

What I’ve never understood about people at this particular university I am currently attending, is how they could want people to join their stupid organization, just so they can hate you. I am currently in one of those organizations, getting involved because I wanted to have something to do. Its not like I can use it on my resume. I joined it because I wanted to.

The funny thing is, everybody needs me to be a backup DJ, or for my photoshop skills, or for websites, or whatever the matter, yet, I continually hear they always have some shit to say about me.

Frankly, I’m tired of them and their childish bullshit. The same goes out to those girls who are Sorority dick-riders…seriously, I have no issues against greeks, but to put them up on a pedestal, and you try to betray your friends so you can pay an amount of money to wear colors and to join an organization that you don’t even care what they stand for because you want guys to “holla” and girls to be jealous?

You’re an idiot.

And to think that I even considered any of those people to be ok? Its like seriously, I get involved with organizations I am passionate about. If I wanted to join, I would join an organization that I agreed with the ideals of. But being that their stupid members/groupies are continuously irking me with their pre-pubescent attitudes, I’d rather not give them the benefit of the doubt. I can live without paid for friends and faux cultural familia.

With that being said, fuck you very much.

Niggers and the Environment September 18, 2008

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Before I get started, let me put out a disclaimer:

1. I’m black.

2. I only use the “N” word when I’m thoroughly pissed.
3. I am not referring to all black people, just the idiots that continue to curse us with their disastrous being.

With that being said, I’m ready to jump into my story.

So today, I decided to stop by campus after work to get some studying done. As I’m walking towards the library, I get stopped by someone talking about pushing congress to push for cleaner energy sources. Being that I’m active in politics, not to mention somewhat of a person who cares for the environment, I stopped and listened. That’s beside the point.

After getting my little info pamphlet on clean energy, I continued to head towards the library. As I was walking, I somehow ended up behind these two black guys. They are talking loud as hell about how they don’t give two shits about the environment. Of course, the words “nigga”, “mother fucker”, and other curse words were used pointlessly to express how much they “care” about the environment.

Being that 90% of the time I’m apathetic on environmental issues that don’t directly relate to me (yes, I’m rather economical…minus my truck), why did this piss me off?

Their snarky level of uncaringness is what pissed me off. Not just on environmental issues; but on most social/political/educational/ect, niggers (no, not black people) will play this role like the only thing that matters is them and nothing else around them. There could be one tree on Earth, and for the sake of planting more to save humankind (we need the oxygen!), they wouldn’t plant the damn trees because of whatever stupid reason. And even if they did plant the trees, they would be complaining about how they still don’t give a shit about no damn oxygen and how they could just buy an oxygen tank.

Yes, black people, you know those people I’m talking about. They are the ones that get offended when you accuse them of being apathetic/uneducated/stereotypical, yet they continue to be apathetic/uneducated/stereotypical.

At times I just feel like walking up to those niggers and slapping them upside their heads and tell them to drop the nigger from their name. Swear, it would do the world some good.

Weekly Recap (Sept 15 - Sept 21) September 15, 2008

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Wow. As busy as last week seemed, this week is majorly mas busy…work, school, student orgs, campaigns, you name it- I’m there, I’m all over. But that’s beside the point. I figured I’d humor you guys with 8 crazy things that have stood out to me this past week:

1. I dropped my blackjack in a puddle. No seriously. Ironically, I was talking to a friend about a potential fuck-up on the part of a certain someone (no names, no identifying info for the time being…).

2. Subway overcharged me (by like $2) for a sandwich. So much for $5 foot longs…

3. There is still a huge ding in my truck after someone backed into me. SMH.

4. Sunday mall shoppers are creepy and/or hormonal people who we often as workers are tempted to call security (and Chuck Norris) on.

5. Tina Fey makes a helluva Sarah Palin impression.

6. I’m first in my Fantasy Football League division, and I still don’t know how to play…

7. Damn gas prices. Again. I seriously watched them jump from $3.99 (I caught that deal) to $4.49 in 15 minutes time!!!

8. I realized that I drink way too much coffee when the barrista at Starbucks called me out for not having the sbux card as much as I’m there. Damn, it was bad enough when the local coffee shop did it to me.

So there it is: my week in a nutshell. Hope you enjoyed that, and hopefully I will get enough time (and mental strength) to post a few times this week.

Before I go, well wishes to those who are cleaning up from the effects/aftereffects of Ike….may you all be blessed and get back on track quickly and with the least financial and emotional burdens on you all. Especially those who are dealing with crazy flood waters spanning from Texas to the Midwest. You are all in my prayers.

Friends. September 7, 2008

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…they are the people that make you feel so much better after having a rough weekend…whether alcohol is involved or not.

Over the weekend, I went back to my old stomping grounds; the university that I took a leave of absence from to pretty much get my life together. I never realized how much I was going to miss the area, as well as the freedom until I got to go back. Of course, I go visit several times a year, since its only an hour-ish away from where I currently stay.

Anyways, this past week has been a nightmare: not only was I booted from 3 of my classes because of an idiotic system (seriously, don’t ask), I was also the victim of a hit and run in the parking lot (there’s a huge dent in my truck), I went broke (again), and had to go through massive bull just to make it through the week doing what the hell I needed/wanted to do. So to say the least, by Friday, I was ready to get out of town.

Although my trip got off to a rough start (lost signal the first 30 minutes in town, which rendered me waiting for it to come back in at the grocery store; and got pulled over by the police, but only got a warning *phew*), it improved once I got to the bar, and downed two vodka & pineapples. Saturday, was the day of the convention, and it was a huge pep rally, which I loved, despite my partially hungover state…but between that and the football games, I ended up amped for that night’s reunion with one of my friends at the bar…

…2 drinks and a shot later, I was eating quesadillas. The next morning, I was recalling how crazy that night was.

But that’s beside the point. Today, I never felt so at peace with myself returning home. Honestly, the only other place where I’ve ever felt at peace and home-y with has been Chicago. But I think there’s nothing like being surrounded by friends. Especially when they pretty much helped me see past the crappy events of the week by pointing out similar stories, making me not feel as bad. And the bonus- they didn’t notice the dent…they were too distracted by my school spirit plate holder..which made me pretty darn happy.

All I have to say is that I really do love my friends; those true blue ones that come through with places to stay, or spotting me cash, or just providing a shoulder. They are the people that never tell me that I’m crazy when I’m dancing and screaming off beat in the club drunkenly to my favorite song coming on, and they are the people remembering the crazy nights just being stupid in the dorms, or at the mall that one time. They are my allies, my support systems, the people that keep the sanity in my world of chaos. They are my family, and I swear, I would be lost without them.

I love you guys! Thanks for everything!

The Cookie Truck September 1, 2008

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Today, I was walking around Downtown with a coworker after work. On our way back to her place (so I could grab my things), we were intrigued by the most delicious smell ever. As we scan our peripherals for the source of the smell, we notice this huge freaking truck parked on the opposite side of the street. It was decorated with a photo-mural of delicious baked sweet treats, and was radiating a delicious baked goods scent.

Why yes, it was a freaking Cookie Truck; Truck as in Ice Cream Truck (complete with oven, vending window, register, and credit card digital swiper machine).

Of course we stopped, and paid $1.25 each for a little hunk of heaven in the form of a chocolate fudge brownie (I had mine topped with white chocolate chips…yum). And yes, we devoured it milk-less while walking down the street, moaning at the ooey-gooey deliciousness of each mouth watering, chocolate morsel-filled bite of hot steaming freshly baked brownie.

…so much for combating the obesity issue.

Solange August 28, 2008

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I was watching the early morning news, when it was reported that Solange decided to get into a bit of a scuffle with one of our former newscasters here in Detroit. Here’s the video:

The question that plagues me is who does she think she is? I understand that she was upset, but a truly classy lady would have waited until after the interview to air her disdain for the comments (which were obviously not aired). However, since she chose not to, she ended up looking and feeling stupid, which was shown by the amount of stuttering throughout the rest of her interview.

Might I add that it seems like she is trying way too hard to out-step her sister’s shadow, because as of lately, we’ve been noticing crimes of fashion that she has been committing.

She should maybe ask Miss Tina what would look best on her, because she obviously doesn't know...

She should maybe ask Miss Tina what would look best on her, because she obviously doesn't know...

At this point, I honestly don’t know what to say other than people are going to get sick of her crap attitude and her career is going to be short-lived because of it. My advice to her at this point would be to embrace the superstars of the family and collaborate with them, but add your own flavor to it. Just be sure to do it better than Kelly (and I am a Kelly fan). At least I’m somewhat looking forward to hearing her album, being the retro-loving kind of girl I am. Lets just hope it does not disappoint.