WTF

Why The F%@k it seem like when you trying to do the noble things in life, everything wants to drain your energy. I recently started working a job, something I hadn't really done in years and its like this ish wasn't made for me. Like I'm falling into a trap door. I make money but hardly have time for myself. Then I look around at my colleagues and I don't see anyone with the same goals and aspirations as me , so I'm Even more discouraged. I have even more doubts in my mind as to whether or not the advisable road is the way to go. Don' get me wrong if you don't work you don't eat, one must work like a slave to eat like a king. Just sometimes I put int the first part of the equation but I don't see the results...
Feel me for a moment. Sometimes I look up and I'm like W. T. F? why do it seem like everything I do ultimately is a sacrifice. and for what? Bread? Status? Security? i be like damn homie. everything is designed to rob me of my freedom, which is one of my core values in life. Jobs be wanting a man to be other than his own self. You gotta play the part of square; and I'm a G. SO certain stuff really don't fly with me. So let me ask you, you ever feel like MF's was trying take your freedom, whether it be a job, a wiz, a man, whatever? How do you maintain your identity keep your ego intact? Sometimes I Just say WTF?!

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WTF?! (LADIES MUST READ)

Hhhhmmmmmmmmmm (long sigh breathing heavy out of my nose)... WTF?! Sometimes I experience and witness so much f@#kery that I don't know where to begin but this week it is easy. Today's WTF moment is brought to you courtesy of these blunt h@*s in the club. There is a nightclub that I work at that will remain unnamed but I have met two totally unrelated females that have hit me with the same foolish question. So foolish is the question posed that I am writing this blog at 3:28 AM immediately after arriving from this club. What The F%#k is the question you ask, this question was posed soon after having interaction with two separate females on two separate occasion. In the middle of conversation these females found it necessary to ask the question " You Just trying to F%#K me, ain't you?!"...
How is one to respond. Dear reader think to yourself how would you reply the such an awry quandary? What is a man supposed to do?.. Well forget about what a man is to do and lets focus on what a lady is supposed to do, and that is DON'T ASK A DUMB ASS QUESTION LIKE THAT? I mean seduction is an art form ,there's a sequence and a pattern :). Allow me to perform my art. Of course I want to smash since you asked but what happened to the fine art of foreplay; and I don't mean going down on someone, I mean the down court dribble that leads to the score. Is that no longer a significant part of the play? I mean it's like someone trying to skip to the climax before the plot has thickened? I cant help but to wonder who raised these chicks..."You Just trying to [smash] me, ain't you?!" WTF..
I tell you, I tell you, no finesse, no style, no grace. If you didn't have the potential of getting the Smash then we wouldn't be having this conversation, perhaps we would be speaking but we wouldn't be having THIS conversation. But due to this 'lady' shrewdness the whole interaction is spoiled. My appetite is ruined. Only thing I can say is WTF?!

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Wednesday is the day that I have chose to open up all my vents, I'm letting people have it on Wednesday's.I'm going in! All the ish that erks my nerves (my mother's old saying) I have put aside Wednesday to air it out.

Today in particular I want to kick off this series by posing the question Why the F#%k?! WTF can't I tell the difference between these ladies and these hoes?! Andre 300 said "styles will change/ they say change/ is dangerous"... he was on to something. As I walk this Earth searching every square inch of fruitful land I'm greeted by much folly. The styles of these females that I"m meeting; and I do call you females because it's actual fact that I don't know how to title you (i.e girls, ladies, women, bit$#hes, hoes). I meet a female and I don't know WTF I'm dealing with. I go to to the night club and I see more naked ass than in the strip club. Some the females I encounter are so adorable that a man would want to draw them up with his charm, but from the face down they look like hoes. Maybe I'm an old soul or maybe I'm Just the creative type that enjoy using my own imagination... but nothing is let up to the imagination. there are no layers to peel back, no prize to be earned. Everything is laid out there in the open at knowledge (1st impression), nothing is left to fantasize about. Call me a Renaissance man but I rather enjoy the courtship process, but this process is a noble one and not be bestowed amongst the lower class individual. So Why The F#%k am I tripping? What The F#%k should I care?! WTF is the point of this blog... Well I guess the point of it all is standards. We gotta have standards. It's a clear line between sexy and slutty. So maybe it's me, maybe I need to change my standards, maybe I shouldn't be so hard on the ladies. But I don't see many ladies anymore...WTF