If you have been following my Twitter, Facebook or Blog, (or if you know me personally) you’re familiar with the fact that I was about to begin my vacation at the Walt Disney World Resort. On Friday the 20th of August is when my lil adventure began. My companion and I flew out of Los Angeles at 2 in the afternoon and arrived for our connecting flight in Atlanta Georgia at about 9pm, just abreast of a severe thunderstorm. As we landed we flew through it and actually got to see it rain side ways. (as long as it doesn’t rain up, Thats a sign of an H2O Scoop and possible abduction by the Judoon.) We landed got to our connecting terminal and then the storm we flew abreast off arrived, rather violently and like a misbehaved relative decided to make a rather mess of things.
First it rained, I mean in buckets, which is not at all unusual for Atlanta this time of year. It also began to flash with the most beautiful display of lightning I have seen for a while. Also, not unusual but with that combination, it was unsafe for the ramp staff (the people who guide in planes, unload and load them and what not) to be outside to do what they do and get the plane ready for departure. So we waited for the angry storm to pass. And waited and waited. Nearly two hours.
When the storm finally did pass over we then had to wait for the backed up tarmac, which by now had many planes who were plenty able to land but rather unable to pull into the gates and be unloaded (because of the saftey issue to the ramp staff) to thin out so our plane could finally pull into the gate. And the poor lot of people who had been cooped up in these planes on the tarmac in the rain for hours finally got released from their little tubular detention cells.
Then, the plane was in, it was ready and still we waited. The flight required 3 flight attendants, and one of ours was no where to be found. We waited for nearly an hour when our hostess at the gate finally decided to simply enlist the assistance of an other available flight attendant, put her on our flight and finally we were on our way at a quarter to one in the morning. The flight was originally scheduled to leave at 10:20.
So now I am sitting in the Orlando airport, just finished breakfast and waking up. Going to grab a sweet and find some proper tea, as my day can’t begin without it and head over to our resort hotel to begin this vacation. More to come later, Ciao.
Continue reading Oh what a crazy day!
So I’m sitting here are Panera in Westchester waiting for my nephew to show up for tea. And there are these elderly people in the restaurant and apparently they all come here everyday or at the very least several times a week. There is an elderly old black guy and his friend, a white guy with long hair. A Greek woman in her 50′s and her mother who speaks tid bits of english. a poofy haired white lady carrying a box and apparently a MIA mean guy.
My question is this. If you know of someone you see on a regular basis and if this person is mean to you, why in the world would you want to know where they are? Why would you wonder why they aren’t somewhere? If the person is a diseased asshole, wouldn’t you be pleased that they aren’t where they normally are when you are there. I mean do you want to see this person? Do you like it when they are mean to you? No of course not and yet you look for them.
Also one last note. Why do young black men have the ability to repeat the same stupid statement that they believe sounds cool over and over like a 2 year old child. Stupidness. Unbeliveable stupidty. I am surrounded by idiots.
Continue reading Where is your mean friend?
So, I had this amazing falling out with some people in a chat room a week or so ago. Normally everything blows over and all is right again, but this time I got into it with Arca, and even though she will bullshit you into thinking she isn’t so specially, everyone kisses her ass. She knows how much power she has in that channel. She knows that if she wants something from any of the desperate looser males in there they will do it. If she asked them to fall on sharp sticks and die because it would make her happy, they’d suicide like lemmings. If Arca doesn’t like you, you’re as good as gone. I used to like her, but she lost my respect over several events. I won’t go into detail, but she’s getting the whole channel to ignore me. Fortunately I have friends there especially Ed and Jaggy. Jaggy has her issues and so does ed, but at they end of they day, They are more respectable. Even Apple fangirl Bluebie is a better wholesome person. Anyway that is enough of a rant. 
Continue reading Being Ignored
I tend to get frustrated when I think too deeply about my current state of being. here is a list of the top ten things that absolutely frustrate me to no end.
1.No matter what my blog theme is, I think I can find one better.
2.I cannot save money
3. My license is suspended, and if It was I have no functional car.
4. I have no true friends.
5.I want to fall in love but with a man of my own design. The ones available arent good enough.
6.Im frustrated by many things I can change myself but never do.
7. I want to live in a house, my own house not one with my father.
8. Im fat, and my belly sticks out farther than my boobs.
9. Aeron Michele Spencer, my beautiful New Zealander that is effiminate with his waves of golden tresses and large expressive blue eyes that owns a restaurant does NOT exist.
10.Talon, my handsome hybrid cyborg, full Cybertronian transformer that converts into a Nissan Skyline GT-R does NOT exist.
Continue reading Frustrations
