Showing posts with label Ain't Nothing Worse. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ain't Nothing Worse. Show all posts

Friday, March 28, 2008

Ain't Nothing Worse..

Nothing in the world is worse than someone who wakes up before you and feels compelled to move around, carry on and act in a manner that's generally unsympathetic to those around them that are still sleeping. Sounds they make bleed into your dreams at first. You're in a deep sleep, a good dream with a handful of Jessica Alba midway through going half on a baby and all of a sudden you're hearing Soulja Boy Tell 'Em out of nowhere or a car honking it's horn or some other nonsense that has no business in your dream and slowly but surely you actually realize in your dream that you're dreaming. This is the worst. The more you get lost in a dream or wrapped in the storyline of a dream, the better sleep you get, but when you start getting wise to the fact that you're having a dream and in the midst of a fiction of your mind's creation, the end is near and Alba's lips become a cool, drooled up pillow. Damn.

Please, walk softly if you should wake up before me. Be considerate.

Common ft. Pharrell, Erykah Badu & QTip- Come Close (Remix)
Qtip ft. Erykah Badu-Poetry
Anthony Hamilton-Kwah/Home
D'Angelo-I'll Stay

Wednesday, March 5, 2008

Ain't Nothing Worse..

There's nearly nothing worse than a hot bank teller unless you've got money. It's the least advantageous thing in the world for young, broke, otherwise spirited women-seekers.
You're smiling at her curves and frame and beauty and it might appear she's returning the gesture if you're not paying too much attention and if you follow her with your eyes as she turns the corner to grab more check slips and checkbooks from the back room you'll notice she's laughing her ass off at the $ 113.74 that you're so confidently throwing at the bank like you're doing something. Sadface @ that scene. :( indeed.

Truth be told, behind her professional look, what's hiding beyond the grown up bun, emitting maturity and sophistication, the tight hugging professional dress and secretary pumps and standard teller button up shirt, is a broke ass person too! It's the reverse Superman/Clark Kent. She's far less impressive than she looks. Bank tellers don't make but $2/hr too! Don't be fooled. Don't believe me? Loot it up. What y'all need to do is go find 3 other broke people with mood rings, combine them together and call upon Captain Planet with your broke asses. Or at least put your pennies together to buy something worth a shit. That's all you can do. LOL