Guess who's bizzack, still smellin' crack on my clothes, don't make me have to relapse on these hoes...I'm back, in case you didn't get the reference. Its about that time, wrapping up '09 and looking forward to oh ten (010) yup I said it, oh ten. This year has been WAY too crazy for me, from neverending drama, almost destroying a budding relationship (?) Getting kicked out of school...yeah, I'm remixing the Kanye route to fame.
Update on the last list...it was terribly put together and I barely did any of the things on it, so on to the new list.
Goals For 2010:
-After being kicked out of College, I have been given the ultimatum to either apply to another, or to pay rent, but I figure, if I'm paying rent, I might as well move out all together. So I have to make a decision ASAP.
-Cancel my gym membership. Sounds easy, but when things are that easy you put them off, and keep putting them off. I have enough equipment at home where I won't need a gym.
-Change my diet. I gotta start eating healthy at home, grocery shop so I can make lunch for work sometimes. I've been eating garbage all winter and its not good for me or my bowels.
-Maintain at least 1,000 dollars in my checking account at all times/build my savings account to at least 15,000.
-Re-connect with friends I haven't seen in a while. Since I'm out of school for the time being, I wanna be able to see some old friends, some friends I recently found from jhs on facebook, and friends I went to school with who I can't see there anymore.
-Get head every sunday afternoon-j/k
-Get my press kit together, and get this record label moving in the right direction, we've been stagnant the last two months. We're trying to start a revolution.
-I've already been working on being a nicer person, I have my peaks and valleys. I'm warmer to clients at work, its gotten me more tips, I'm trying to be less of a dick to certain co-workers, but they make it too easy lol, and I think overall, I've been less of an asshole to everyone.
-My relationship with my family is the best its ever been, but I wanna strengthen my friendships, I feel like I haven't focused on those enough.
-I want to read more and not get bored with books so easily. I want to read more biographies of historic people. Malcolm X is the first on the list.
-I have to get my so-called "love life" (not the right term to use at all) sorted out, tie up loose ends and whatnot.
-Last, but certainly not least, get my learners permit and liscence (sp?) I can't be in my twenties with neither, that's just a damn shame.
Monday, December 28, 2009
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Open Letter: The End Of Discussion.
To whom it may concern,
I'm typing this on my blackberry as I go to work. Now there seems to be a "problem" between me and a certain person, for what reason, idk why. Maye its because I have a smart mouth maybe its because she's overreacting to things, oh no, I got it!! TWITTER!! That's it, its all because of twitter, a stupid website, isn't that funny ? Nah, its actually more sad if you ask me. Let me start from the beginning: Yesterday I hit this certain person up on BBM, because I needed certain info for something nice I wanted to do for someone special. First thing she does is alert me that I didn't even greet, her, I have no problem with that, I didn't greet her first and that was rude of me, I apologized, let's move on. I get all the info I need and I'm like aight, I'm gonna start work now. Later on, she starts telling me about some book, so I'm like aight, she's gonna talk about an interesting book she's been reading, cool, WRONG!! She's talking about how in order for her to let go of things that are bothering her, she has to confront them, so she tells me she basically didn't accept my apology for when I said I thought she was "policing my tweets", how she's upset I haven't been changing like I said I would, she's still upset about things I tweet, and how I've been not speaking to her and shit as if I'm still a little upset. First thought I get is "oh no, not this shit, here we go again..." Well, let me tell you my thoughts on these "situations":
First off, if you don't think my apology was sincere enough, that's ok, because I knew it was. Maybe you thought it wasn't because you didn't see me "changing" as you would have liked to, but I thought about it, and I don't think I need to change that much.
My explanation for the policing statement: I think you invest way too much into what I write on twitter, when I'm getting asked 20 questions about any "suspect" tweets (pause) that I may have, how am I supposed to feel ? Its like I have to watch what I type because you're gonna take it the wrong way and get upset and badger me about a rediculous tweet. Case in point: when I tweeted I woke up with no pants, I tweeted that shit because I found it funny the previous nights proceedings went, but I figure you interpreted it as I woke up in some other broads bed and the reason I didn't have pants was beause I was smashing her out. I feel like I shouldn't have to: a. Explain every thing I tweet that you don't understand and b. Have to worry about what I tweet because you may take it the wrong way. I don't ever question what you or your crew tweets because I either don't care, or I don't care. Its fucking twitter, I'm not taking that shit as 100% gospel, so I don't see why you have to.
About this me being upset, not speaking to you or whatever. I, for one, thought everything was good gravy between all of us. Why haven't I spoken to you ? I don't really see you on aim like that anymore; didn't you just recently get back on the bbm swag ?; and I have tweeted at you numerous times, so I don't see how I've been "avoiding" you.
on this whole changing thing, I think this also has to do with a direct correlation to Twitter. I've been the same person I've always been, more or less, since you first met me on Dimples' 23rd birthday, you know, when you thought I was the drug dealer who hated you guys because I didn't say a word to you. You haven't "noticed" a problem with me until this twitter thing, which is rediculous because we've had plenty of QT where we got to know each other, that weekend I spent in L.I will always be dear to me because we bonded, you know the real me, you know you know that, yet for some reason, you want to judge me by what I tweet. I don't understand that at all, I don't know what you want me to do, sometimes I feel like you're an unofficial girlfriend with all the conversations about what's wrong with me that we've had. The shit is getting to be way too stressful, too drama filled, to exhausting for me to deal with. For what its worth, I don't think any less, or any differently of you, yet you feel that way about me.
Here, if you want to use any internet forum to base judgement on me with, use this blog, because this is the realest me you'll get in regards to a computer screen. Not twitter, never ever twitter. Here's how I rank wesites I take seriously: 1. My Blog 2. Every site but twitter, hell I even take facebook, Niketalk, and Kanye's blog more seriously than I take Twitter. So for you to know me, have spoken to me, know my physical presence, no pervo, yet still judge me based off of what I tweet baffles me to no avail. Yeah, I tweeted that I may need a disclaimer for what I post on twitter, do you think I'm wrong ? I know that upset you, but do you see what I'm saying ? You're reaction to my tweets in the past justifies my idea of having a disclaimer, well here it is: The ideas posted on Twitter of one Mr. Christopher E Stanley, are not the ideas truly believed by said person. Take ev everything he posts with a grain of salt, and rememberan at the end of the day, you know the real him, and this is just a flavor of the month website. Don't take it too seriously.
With hat said, I hope all this makes sense when you read it, because it made sense when I typed it. You may think I'm full of shit, but that's your prerogative at the end of the day, so peace and love.
Sincerely,
The Rated R Rockstar
I'm typing this on my blackberry as I go to work. Now there seems to be a "problem" between me and a certain person, for what reason, idk why. Maye its because I have a smart mouth maybe its because she's overreacting to things, oh no, I got it!! TWITTER!! That's it, its all because of twitter, a stupid website, isn't that funny ? Nah, its actually more sad if you ask me. Let me start from the beginning: Yesterday I hit this certain person up on BBM, because I needed certain info for something nice I wanted to do for someone special. First thing she does is alert me that I didn't even greet, her, I have no problem with that, I didn't greet her first and that was rude of me, I apologized, let's move on. I get all the info I need and I'm like aight, I'm gonna start work now. Later on, she starts telling me about some book, so I'm like aight, she's gonna talk about an interesting book she's been reading, cool, WRONG!! She's talking about how in order for her to let go of things that are bothering her, she has to confront them, so she tells me she basically didn't accept my apology for when I said I thought she was "policing my tweets", how she's upset I haven't been changing like I said I would, she's still upset about things I tweet, and how I've been not speaking to her and shit as if I'm still a little upset. First thought I get is "oh no, not this shit, here we go again..." Well, let me tell you my thoughts on these "situations":
First off, if you don't think my apology was sincere enough, that's ok, because I knew it was. Maybe you thought it wasn't because you didn't see me "changing" as you would have liked to, but I thought about it, and I don't think I need to change that much.
My explanation for the policing statement: I think you invest way too much into what I write on twitter, when I'm getting asked 20 questions about any "suspect" tweets (pause) that I may have, how am I supposed to feel ? Its like I have to watch what I type because you're gonna take it the wrong way and get upset and badger me about a rediculous tweet. Case in point: when I tweeted I woke up with no pants, I tweeted that shit because I found it funny the previous nights proceedings went, but I figure you interpreted it as I woke up in some other broads bed and the reason I didn't have pants was beause I was smashing her out. I feel like I shouldn't have to: a. Explain every thing I tweet that you don't understand and b. Have to worry about what I tweet because you may take it the wrong way. I don't ever question what you or your crew tweets because I either don't care, or I don't care. Its fucking twitter, I'm not taking that shit as 100% gospel, so I don't see why you have to.
About this me being upset, not speaking to you or whatever. I, for one, thought everything was good gravy between all of us. Why haven't I spoken to you ? I don't really see you on aim like that anymore; didn't you just recently get back on the bbm swag ?; and I have tweeted at you numerous times, so I don't see how I've been "avoiding" you.
on this whole changing thing, I think this also has to do with a direct correlation to Twitter. I've been the same person I've always been, more or less, since you first met me on Dimples' 23rd birthday, you know, when you thought I was the drug dealer who hated you guys because I didn't say a word to you. You haven't "noticed" a problem with me until this twitter thing, which is rediculous because we've had plenty of QT where we got to know each other, that weekend I spent in L.I will always be dear to me because we bonded, you know the real me, you know you know that, yet for some reason, you want to judge me by what I tweet. I don't understand that at all, I don't know what you want me to do, sometimes I feel like you're an unofficial girlfriend with all the conversations about what's wrong with me that we've had. The shit is getting to be way too stressful, too drama filled, to exhausting for me to deal with. For what its worth, I don't think any less, or any differently of you, yet you feel that way about me.
Here, if you want to use any internet forum to base judgement on me with, use this blog, because this is the realest me you'll get in regards to a computer screen. Not twitter, never ever twitter. Here's how I rank wesites I take seriously: 1. My Blog 2. Every site but twitter, hell I even take facebook, Niketalk, and Kanye's blog more seriously than I take Twitter. So for you to know me, have spoken to me, know my physical presence, no pervo, yet still judge me based off of what I tweet baffles me to no avail. Yeah, I tweeted that I may need a disclaimer for what I post on twitter, do you think I'm wrong ? I know that upset you, but do you see what I'm saying ? You're reaction to my tweets in the past justifies my idea of having a disclaimer, well here it is: The ideas posted on Twitter of one Mr. Christopher E Stanley, are not the ideas truly believed by said person. Take ev everything he posts with a grain of salt, and rememberan at the end of the day, you know the real him, and this is just a flavor of the month website. Don't take it too seriously.
With hat said, I hope all this makes sense when you read it, because it made sense when I typed it. You may think I'm full of shit, but that's your prerogative at the end of the day, so peace and love.
Sincerely,
The Rated R Rockstar
Open Letter: The End Of Discussion.
To whom it may concern,
I'm typing this on my blackberry as I go to work. Now there seems to be a "problem" between me and a certain person, for what reason, idk why. Maye its because I have a smart mouth maybe its because she's overreacting to things, oh no, I got it!! TWITTER!! That's it, its all because of twitter, a stupid website, isn't that funny ? Nah, its actually more sad if you ask me. Let me start from the beginning: Yesterday I hit this certain person up on BBM, because I needed certain info for something nice I wanted to do for someone special. First thing she does is alert me that I didn't even greet, her, I have no problem with that, I didn't greet her first and that was rude of me, I apologized, let's move on. I get all the info I need and I'm like aight, I'm gonna start work now. Later on, she starts telling me about some book, so I'm like aight, she's gonna talk about an interesting book she's been reading, cool, WRONG!! She's talking about how in order for her to let go of things that are bothering her, she has to confront them, so she tells me she basically didn't accept my apology for when I said I thought she was "policing my tweets", how she's upset I haven't been changing like I said I would, she's still upset about things I tweet, and how I've been not speaking to her and shit as if I'm still a little upset. First thought I get is "oh no, not this shit, here we go again..." Well, let me tell you my thoughts on these "situations":
First off, if you don't think my apology was sincere enough, that's ok, because I knew it was. Maybe you thought it wasn't because you didn't see me "changing" as you would have liked to, but I thought about it, and I don't think I need to change that much.
My explanation for the policing statement: I think you invest way too much into what I write on twitter, when I'm getting asked 20 questions about any "suspect" tweets (pause) that I may have, how am I supposed to feel ? Its like I have to watch what I type because you're gonna take it the wrong way and get upset and badger me about a rediculous tweet. Case in point: when I tweeted I woke up with no pants, I tweeted that shit because I found it funny the previous nights proceedings went, but I figure you interpreted it as I woke up in some other broads bed and the reason I didn't have pants was beause I was smashing her out. I feel like I shouldn't have to: a. Explain every thing I tweet that you don't understand and b. Have to worry about what I tweet because you may take it the wrong way. I don't ever question what you or your crew tweets because I either don't care, or I don't care. Its fucking twitter, I'm not taking that shit as 100% gospel, so I don't see why you have to.
About this me being upset, not speaking to you or whatever. I, for one, thought everything was good gravy between all of us. Why haven't I spoken to you ? I don't really see you on aim like that anymore; didn't you just recently get back on the bbm swag ?; and I have tweeted at you numerous times, so I don't see how I've been "avoiding" you.
on this whole changing thing, I think this also has to do with a direct correlation to Twitter. I've been the same person I've always been, more or less, since you first met me on Dimples' 23rd birthday, you know, when you thought I was the drug dealer who hated you guys because I didn't say a word to you. You haven't "noticed" a problem with me until this twitter thing, which is rediculous because we've had plenty of QT where we got to know each other, that weekend I spent in L.I will always be dear to me because we bonded, you know the real me, you know you know that, yet for some reason, you want to judge me by what I tweet. I don't understand that at all, I don't know what you want me to do, sometimes I feel like you're an unofficial girlfriend with all the conversations about what's wrong with me that we've had. The shit is getting to be way too stressful, too drama filled, to exhausting for me to deal with. For what its worth, I don't think any less, or any differently of you, yet you feel that way about me.
Here, if you want to use any internet forum to base judgement on me with, use this blog, because this is the realest me you'll get in regards to a computer screen. Not twitter, never ever twitter. Here's how I rank wesites I take seriously: 1. My Blog 2. Every site but twitter, hell I even take facebook, Niketalk, and Kanye's blog more seriously than I take Twitter. So for you to know me, have spoken to me, know my physical presence, no pervo, yet still judge me based off of what I tweet baffles me to no avail. Yeah, I tweeted that I may need a disclaimer for what I post on twitter, do you think I'm wrong ? I know that upset you, but do you see what I'm saying ? You're reaction to my tweets in the past justifies my idea of having a disclaimer, well here it is: The ideas posted on Twitter of one Mr. Christopher E Stanley, are not the ideas truly believed by said person. Take ev everything he posts with a grain of salt, and rememberan at the end of the day, you know the real him, and this is just a flavor of the month website. Don't take it too seriously.
With hat said, I hope all this makes sense when you read it, because it made sense when I typed it. You may think I'm full of shit, but that's your prerogative at the end of the day, so peace and love.
Sincerely,
The Rated R Rockstar
I'm typing this on my blackberry as I go to work. Now there seems to be a "problem" between me and a certain person, for what reason, idk why. Maye its because I have a smart mouth maybe its because she's overreacting to things, oh no, I got it!! TWITTER!! That's it, its all because of twitter, a stupid website, isn't that funny ? Nah, its actually more sad if you ask me. Let me start from the beginning: Yesterday I hit this certain person up on BBM, because I needed certain info for something nice I wanted to do for someone special. First thing she does is alert me that I didn't even greet, her, I have no problem with that, I didn't greet her first and that was rude of me, I apologized, let's move on. I get all the info I need and I'm like aight, I'm gonna start work now. Later on, she starts telling me about some book, so I'm like aight, she's gonna talk about an interesting book she's been reading, cool, WRONG!! She's talking about how in order for her to let go of things that are bothering her, she has to confront them, so she tells me she basically didn't accept my apology for when I said I thought she was "policing my tweets", how she's upset I haven't been changing like I said I would, she's still upset about things I tweet, and how I've been not speaking to her and shit as if I'm still a little upset. First thought I get is "oh no, not this shit, here we go again..." Well, let me tell you my thoughts on these "situations":
First off, if you don't think my apology was sincere enough, that's ok, because I knew it was. Maybe you thought it wasn't because you didn't see me "changing" as you would have liked to, but I thought about it, and I don't think I need to change that much.
My explanation for the policing statement: I think you invest way too much into what I write on twitter, when I'm getting asked 20 questions about any "suspect" tweets (pause) that I may have, how am I supposed to feel ? Its like I have to watch what I type because you're gonna take it the wrong way and get upset and badger me about a rediculous tweet. Case in point: when I tweeted I woke up with no pants, I tweeted that shit because I found it funny the previous nights proceedings went, but I figure you interpreted it as I woke up in some other broads bed and the reason I didn't have pants was beause I was smashing her out. I feel like I shouldn't have to: a. Explain every thing I tweet that you don't understand and b. Have to worry about what I tweet because you may take it the wrong way. I don't ever question what you or your crew tweets because I either don't care, or I don't care. Its fucking twitter, I'm not taking that shit as 100% gospel, so I don't see why you have to.
About this me being upset, not speaking to you or whatever. I, for one, thought everything was good gravy between all of us. Why haven't I spoken to you ? I don't really see you on aim like that anymore; didn't you just recently get back on the bbm swag ?; and I have tweeted at you numerous times, so I don't see how I've been "avoiding" you.
on this whole changing thing, I think this also has to do with a direct correlation to Twitter. I've been the same person I've always been, more or less, since you first met me on Dimples' 23rd birthday, you know, when you thought I was the drug dealer who hated you guys because I didn't say a word to you. You haven't "noticed" a problem with me until this twitter thing, which is rediculous because we've had plenty of QT where we got to know each other, that weekend I spent in L.I will always be dear to me because we bonded, you know the real me, you know you know that, yet for some reason, you want to judge me by what I tweet. I don't understand that at all, I don't know what you want me to do, sometimes I feel like you're an unofficial girlfriend with all the conversations about what's wrong with me that we've had. The shit is getting to be way too stressful, too drama filled, to exhausting for me to deal with. For what its worth, I don't think any less, or any differently of you, yet you feel that way about me.
Here, if you want to use any internet forum to base judgement on me with, use this blog, because this is the realest me you'll get in regards to a computer screen. Not twitter, never ever twitter. Here's how I rank wesites I take seriously: 1. My Blog 2. Every site but twitter, hell I even take facebook, Niketalk, and Kanye's blog more seriously than I take Twitter. So for you to know me, have spoken to me, know my physical presence, no pervo, yet still judge me based off of what I tweet baffles me to no avail. Yeah, I tweeted that I may need a disclaimer for what I post on twitter, do you think I'm wrong ? I know that upset you, but do you see what I'm saying ? You're reaction to my tweets in the past justifies my idea of having a disclaimer, well here it is: The ideas posted on Twitter of one Mr. Christopher E Stanley, are not the ideas truly believed by said person. Take ev everything he posts with a grain of salt, and rememberan at the end of the day, you know the real him, and this is just a flavor of the month website. Don't take it too seriously.
With hat said, I hope all this makes sense when you read it, because it made sense when I typed it. You may think I'm full of shit, but that's your prerogative at the end of the day, so peace and love.
Sincerely,
The Rated R Rockstar
Open Letter: The End Of Discussion.
To whom it may concern,
I'm typing this on my blackberry as I go to work. Now there seems to be a "problem" between me and a certain person, for what reason, idk why. Maye its because I have a smart mouth maybe its because she's overreacting to things, oh no, I got it!! TWITTER!! That's it, its all because of twitter, a stupid website, isn't that funny ? Nah, its actually more sad if you ask me. Let me start from the beginning: Yesterday I hit this certain person up on BBM, because I needed certain info for something nice I wanted to do for someone special. First thing she does is alert me that I didn't even greet, her, I have no problem with that, I didn't greet her first and that was rude of me, I apologized, let's move on. I get all the info I need and I'm like aight, I'm gonna start work now. Later on, she starts telling me about some book, so I'm like aight, she's gonna talk about an interesting book she's been reading, cool, WRONG!! She's talking about how in order for her to let go of things that are bothering her, she has to confront them, so she tells me she basically didn't accept my apology for when I said I thought she was "policing my tweets", how she's upset I haven't been changing like I said I would, she's still upset about things I tweet, and how I've been not speaking to her and shit as if I'm still a little upset. First thought I get is "oh no, not this shit, here we go again..." Well, let me tell you my thoughts on these "situations":
First off, if you don't think my apology was sincere enough, that's ok, because I knew it was. Maybe you thought it wasn't because you didn't see me "changing" as you would have liked to, but I thought about it, and I don't think I need to change that much.
My explanation for the policing statement: I think you invest way too much into what I write on twitter, when I'm getting asked 20 questions about any "suspect" tweets (pause) that I may have, how am I supposed to feel ? Its like I have to watch what I type because you're gonna take it the wrong way and get upset and badger me about a rediculous tweet. Case in point: when I tweeted I woke up with no pants, I tweeted that shit because I found it funny the previous nights proceedings went, but I figure you interpreted it as I woke up in some other broads bed and the reason I didn't have pants was beause I was smashing her out. I feel like I shouldn't have to: a. Explain every thing I tweet that you don't understand and b. Have to worry about what I tweet because you may take it the wrong way. I don't ever question what you or your crew tweets because I either don't care, or I don't care. Its fucking twitter, I'm not taking that shit as 100% gospel, so I don't see why you have to.
About this me being upset, not speaking to you or whatever. I, for one, thought everything was good gravy between all of us. Why haven't I spoken to you ? I don't really see you on aim like that anymore; didn't you just recently get back on the bbm swag ?; and I have tweeted at you numerous times, so I don't see how I've been "avoiding" you.
on this whole changing thing, I think this also has to do with a direct correlation to Twitter. I've been the same person I've always been, more or less, since you first met me on Dimples' 23rd birthday, you know, when you thought I was the drug dealer who hated you guys because I didn't say a word to you. You haven't "noticed" a problem with me until this twitter thing, which is rediculous because we've had plenty of QT where we got to know each other, that weekend I spent in L.I will always be dear to me because we bonded, you know the real me, you know you know that, yet for some reason, you want to judge me by what I tweet. I don't understand that at all, I don't know what you want me to do, sometimes I feel like you're an unofficial girlfriend with all the conversations about what's wrong with me that we've had. The shit is getting to be way too stressful, too drama filled, to exhausting for me to deal with. For what its worth, I don't think any less, or any differently of you, yet you feel that way about me.
Here, if you want to use any internet forum to base judgement on me with, use this blog, because this is the realest me you'll get in regards to a computer screen. Not twitter, never ever twitter. Here's how I rank wesites I take seriously: 1. My Blog 2. Every site but twitter, hell I even take facebook, Niketalk, and Kanye's blog more seriously than I take Twitter. So for you to know me, have spoken to me, know my physical presence, no pervo, yet still judge me based off of what I tweet baffles me to no avail. Yeah, I tweeted that I may need a disclaimer for what I post on twitter, do you think I'm wrong ? I know that upset you, but do you see what I'm saying ? You're reaction to my tweets in the past justifies my idea of having a disclaimer, well here it is: The ideas posted on Twitter of one Mr. Christopher E Stanley, are not the ideas truly believed by said person. Take ev everything he posts with a grain of salt, and rememberan at the end of the day, you know the real him, and this is just a flavor of the month website. Don't take it too seriously.
With hat said, I hope all this makes sense when you read it, because it made sense when I typed it. You may think I'm full of shit, but that's your prerogative at the end of the day, so peace and love.
Sincerely,
The Rated R Rockstar
I'm typing this on my blackberry as I go to work. Now there seems to be a "problem" between me and a certain person, for what reason, idk why. Maye its because I have a smart mouth maybe its because she's overreacting to things, oh no, I got it!! TWITTER!! That's it, its all because of twitter, a stupid website, isn't that funny ? Nah, its actually more sad if you ask me. Let me start from the beginning: Yesterday I hit this certain person up on BBM, because I needed certain info for something nice I wanted to do for someone special. First thing she does is alert me that I didn't even greet, her, I have no problem with that, I didn't greet her first and that was rude of me, I apologized, let's move on. I get all the info I need and I'm like aight, I'm gonna start work now. Later on, she starts telling me about some book, so I'm like aight, she's gonna talk about an interesting book she's been reading, cool, WRONG!! She's talking about how in order for her to let go of things that are bothering her, she has to confront them, so she tells me she basically didn't accept my apology for when I said I thought she was "policing my tweets", how she's upset I haven't been changing like I said I would, she's still upset about things I tweet, and how I've been not speaking to her and shit as if I'm still a little upset. First thought I get is "oh no, not this shit, here we go again..." Well, let me tell you my thoughts on these "situations":
First off, if you don't think my apology was sincere enough, that's ok, because I knew it was. Maybe you thought it wasn't because you didn't see me "changing" as you would have liked to, but I thought about it, and I don't think I need to change that much.
My explanation for the policing statement: I think you invest way too much into what I write on twitter, when I'm getting asked 20 questions about any "suspect" tweets (pause) that I may have, how am I supposed to feel ? Its like I have to watch what I type because you're gonna take it the wrong way and get upset and badger me about a rediculous tweet. Case in point: when I tweeted I woke up with no pants, I tweeted that shit because I found it funny the previous nights proceedings went, but I figure you interpreted it as I woke up in some other broads bed and the reason I didn't have pants was beause I was smashing her out. I feel like I shouldn't have to: a. Explain every thing I tweet that you don't understand and b. Have to worry about what I tweet because you may take it the wrong way. I don't ever question what you or your crew tweets because I either don't care, or I don't care. Its fucking twitter, I'm not taking that shit as 100% gospel, so I don't see why you have to.
About this me being upset, not speaking to you or whatever. I, for one, thought everything was good gravy between all of us. Why haven't I spoken to you ? I don't really see you on aim like that anymore; didn't you just recently get back on the bbm swag ?; and I have tweeted at you numerous times, so I don't see how I've been "avoiding" you.
on this whole changing thing, I think this also has to do with a direct correlation to Twitter. I've been the same person I've always been, more or less, since you first met me on Dimples' 23rd birthday, you know, when you thought I was the drug dealer who hated you guys because I didn't say a word to you. You haven't "noticed" a problem with me until this twitter thing, which is rediculous because we've had plenty of QT where we got to know each other, that weekend I spent in L.I will always be dear to me because we bonded, you know the real me, you know you know that, yet for some reason, you want to judge me by what I tweet. I don't understand that at all, I don't know what you want me to do, sometimes I feel like you're an unofficial girlfriend with all the conversations about what's wrong with me that we've had. The shit is getting to be way too stressful, too drama filled, to exhausting for me to deal with. For what its worth, I don't think any less, or any differently of you, yet you feel that way about me.
Here, if you want to use any internet forum to base judgement on me with, use this blog, because this is the realest me you'll get in regards to a computer screen. Not twitter, never ever twitter. Here's how I rank wesites I take seriously: 1. My Blog 2. Every site but twitter, hell I even take facebook, Niketalk, and Kanye's blog more seriously than I take Twitter. So for you to know me, have spoken to me, know my physical presence, no pervo, yet still judge me based off of what I tweet baffles me to no avail. Yeah, I tweeted that I may need a disclaimer for what I post on twitter, do you think I'm wrong ? I know that upset you, but do you see what I'm saying ? You're reaction to my tweets in the past justifies my idea of having a disclaimer, well here it is: The ideas posted on Twitter of one Mr. Christopher E Stanley, are not the ideas truly believed by said person. Take ev everything he posts with a grain of salt, and rememberan at the end of the day, you know the real him, and this is just a flavor of the month website. Don't take it too seriously.
With hat said, I hope all this makes sense when you read it, because it made sense when I typed it. You may think I'm full of shit, but that's your prerogative at the end of the day, so peace and love.
Sincerely,
The Rated R Rockstar
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Blog Cry: The Abridged Version...
So I typed out an entire heart-felt blog, and lost it because I pressed the wrong button on my Blackberry, Fuck. My. Life.
All I'm gonna say is this, over the weekend, I've ruined a potential relationship, and tainted two friendships, all because of my own stupidity. All I want to say is this: I don't want you (you know who you are) to ever think I don't give a fuck about you, because I do. I care about you so fucking much, and to know that I'm the one that made you hurt so much fucking kills me, I would never intentionally do that. I respect you and your beliefs, I would never make fun of you for that. I wouldn't want to be with anyone else but you, and now that chance is forever ruined.
And to your bff, I know that everytime you've gotten at me has been out of love and that you are our biggest cheerleader, and I don't want you to feel that you've been talking to me in vain.
I can apologize until I'm blue in the face, but you can only hear "I'm sorry" so many times. My vow is to re-assess my behavior/psyche and to better myself, not only for the benefit of our friendships, but for the benefit of me becoming a better overall person.
Sincerely, The Rated R Rockstar.
All I'm gonna say is this, over the weekend, I've ruined a potential relationship, and tainted two friendships, all because of my own stupidity. All I want to say is this: I don't want you (you know who you are) to ever think I don't give a fuck about you, because I do. I care about you so fucking much, and to know that I'm the one that made you hurt so much fucking kills me, I would never intentionally do that. I respect you and your beliefs, I would never make fun of you for that. I wouldn't want to be with anyone else but you, and now that chance is forever ruined.
And to your bff, I know that everytime you've gotten at me has been out of love and that you are our biggest cheerleader, and I don't want you to feel that you've been talking to me in vain.
I can apologize until I'm blue in the face, but you can only hear "I'm sorry" so many times. My vow is to re-assess my behavior/psyche and to better myself, not only for the benefit of our friendships, but for the benefit of me becoming a better overall person.
Sincerely, The Rated R Rockstar.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Ummm....yeeaaaahhh.....
Lets see if this is gonna be short, or extra long (pause), soooo, the last couple of weeks have been not so cool.
Went to Long Island to chill with the Boondocks crew last weekend, and the most fun I had was playing beer pong with the fifteen and sixteen year olds (No R.Kelly). I mostly sat in the corner and BBM'd Jammin' F. Toolman (please say the Toolman), but that was my own choice, so I don't mind that. But the last 30 minutes were pretty sloppy for me.
First, they went off on the homeboy Theron, but they made valid points, so there's no real problem there. Then I made the mistake of bringing up Twitter....consider can of worms opened. There was a little twitter "argument" between me and one of them about a week back, but it is what it is, he thing that pained my brain was the fact they took damn near everything I say on twitter and analyze and scrutinize it as if the shit is blasphemy. They even go as far as to TEXT each other....about TWITTER...a site which, me, my own personal self, doesn't take seriously in the LEAST bit. I mean sure, there are some aspects of my tweets that are factual, like what I'm doing at the moment or whatever, but even that should be taken with a grain of salt. So, the main problem is that apparently, a lot of my tweets come off as mysoginistic...hmmmm...ehhh, I don't really think so, but I'll take their word for it before I put my foot in my mouth. Now, my tweets are based off a certain feeling at that particular moment, nt my lifelong outlook on things. After all, twitter is about rapid-fire micro blogging, isn't it ? Well according to some, I have maaaajor issues I need to deal with, so major, that they have to text each other about it. I'm sorry but that just baffles me, you're texting about twitter, hell, I take Facebook more seriously than I take twitter. All in all, the consensus was that I was an immature, mysoginistic guy who probably has hoes on the side, which leads to my mysoginy......yyeeeaaaahhhh, WRONG!! Now, I will admit I have my little nuances with women, but all men have that, and its vice versa, but I most certainly do not think ALL women are idiotic, irrational, psychopaths, that would be just plain stupid to generalize an entire gender like that, I actually have some semblance of intelligence.
Enough about twitter....that whole situation eventually spiraled off into a loooong BBM conversation with one of the L.I peeps about my recent behavior. I'm guessing all the drunken rambling and shit talking a little seriously, even though they should know me, and should know I'm totally not that type of guy, but that's just one of the problems with me, the rest won't be discussed. The thing that gets me is that these are people I consider close friends, yet they have a totally ass-backwards interppretation of how I am as a person, but I'll live, the people who know me, know me.
Cut to last night, so I finally decide to tell my mom that I'm going to Colombia...she flipped. Apparently, I need permission to go on vacation...uhhh FUCK THAT AND FUCK YOU MY NIGGA!! I'm not ASKING to go on vacation, that has to be the dumbest shit I ever heard....wait...no...this is, she said "well, if you can pay for vacations and shit, you can pay for school!"...heh...first of all, you crazy bitch, HOW IS A $300+ DOLLAR PLANE TICKET AND ABOUT $200 DOLLARS IN EXPENSES THE SAME AS PAYING OVER $2,000 A SEMESTER FOR SCHOOL FOR FOUR YEARS ?!? Also, I DO PAY FOR MY OWN FUCKING EDUCATION!! GO kick rocks you dumb ass broad.....hey EPIPHANY: I just figured where some of my mysoginistic tendencies grew from, my hatred for my mother's utter and sheer stupidity!! BREAKTHROUGH!! Aaaaannnywaay, she is currently holding my passport hostage and not allowing me to go on this trip, if I go, I better move out she says...even if I don't go, I'm moving out, if I stay here any longer, I'm either gonna inflict physical harm on her, or kill myself. I know Colombia is a dangerous place, and that they worry about me, but I honestly don't care, its amazing how much I don't care, at this point I've grown so detatched from my family that they have become a slight nuisance in my life. I'll let you guys know how the vacation dilemma works out, until then, I'll plan a trip to Sesame Place, maybe they'll approve of that.
Until then, go fuck yourself...Rated R Rockstar...
Went to Long Island to chill with the Boondocks crew last weekend, and the most fun I had was playing beer pong with the fifteen and sixteen year olds (No R.Kelly). I mostly sat in the corner and BBM'd Jammin' F. Toolman (please say the Toolman), but that was my own choice, so I don't mind that. But the last 30 minutes were pretty sloppy for me.
First, they went off on the homeboy Theron, but they made valid points, so there's no real problem there. Then I made the mistake of bringing up Twitter....consider can of worms opened. There was a little twitter "argument" between me and one of them about a week back, but it is what it is, he thing that pained my brain was the fact they took damn near everything I say on twitter and analyze and scrutinize it as if the shit is blasphemy. They even go as far as to TEXT each other....about TWITTER...a site which, me, my own personal self, doesn't take seriously in the LEAST bit. I mean sure, there are some aspects of my tweets that are factual, like what I'm doing at the moment or whatever, but even that should be taken with a grain of salt. So, the main problem is that apparently, a lot of my tweets come off as mysoginistic...hmmmm...ehhh, I don't really think so, but I'll take their word for it before I put my foot in my mouth. Now, my tweets are based off a certain feeling at that particular moment, nt my lifelong outlook on things. After all, twitter is about rapid-fire micro blogging, isn't it ? Well according to some, I have maaaajor issues I need to deal with, so major, that they have to text each other about it. I'm sorry but that just baffles me, you're texting about twitter, hell, I take Facebook more seriously than I take twitter. All in all, the consensus was that I was an immature, mysoginistic guy who probably has hoes on the side, which leads to my mysoginy......yyeeeaaaahhhh, WRONG!! Now, I will admit I have my little nuances with women, but all men have that, and its vice versa, but I most certainly do not think ALL women are idiotic, irrational, psychopaths, that would be just plain stupid to generalize an entire gender like that, I actually have some semblance of intelligence.
Enough about twitter....that whole situation eventually spiraled off into a loooong BBM conversation with one of the L.I peeps about my recent behavior. I'm guessing all the drunken rambling and shit talking a little seriously, even though they should know me, and should know I'm totally not that type of guy, but that's just one of the problems with me, the rest won't be discussed. The thing that gets me is that these are people I consider close friends, yet they have a totally ass-backwards interppretation of how I am as a person, but I'll live, the people who know me, know me.
Cut to last night, so I finally decide to tell my mom that I'm going to Colombia...she flipped. Apparently, I need permission to go on vacation...uhhh FUCK THAT AND FUCK YOU MY NIGGA!! I'm not ASKING to go on vacation, that has to be the dumbest shit I ever heard....wait...no...this is, she said "well, if you can pay for vacations and shit, you can pay for school!"...heh...first of all, you crazy bitch, HOW IS A $300+ DOLLAR PLANE TICKET AND ABOUT $200 DOLLARS IN EXPENSES THE SAME AS PAYING OVER $2,000 A SEMESTER FOR SCHOOL FOR FOUR YEARS ?!? Also, I DO PAY FOR MY OWN FUCKING EDUCATION!! GO kick rocks you dumb ass broad.....hey EPIPHANY: I just figured where some of my mysoginistic tendencies grew from, my hatred for my mother's utter and sheer stupidity!! BREAKTHROUGH!! Aaaaannnywaay, she is currently holding my passport hostage and not allowing me to go on this trip, if I go, I better move out she says...even if I don't go, I'm moving out, if I stay here any longer, I'm either gonna inflict physical harm on her, or kill myself. I know Colombia is a dangerous place, and that they worry about me, but I honestly don't care, its amazing how much I don't care, at this point I've grown so detatched from my family that they have become a slight nuisance in my life. I'll let you guys know how the vacation dilemma works out, until then, I'll plan a trip to Sesame Place, maybe they'll approve of that.
Until then, go fuck yourself...Rated R Rockstar...
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
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