Happy Turkey and Stuffing Day!

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I figured not many people would be checking out my blogs today to spend time with family, so I just want to say Happy Turkey-Mashed Potatoes with Gravy-Stuffing-Watching Football-Enjoying the Day Off-Relaxing-and Getting a Big Stomach Day!

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Please Support Me in the 'Problogger' Contest!

Now, many of you guys know that there is currently a 'Problogger' contest through mybloglog.com and I figured I'd enter the contest - not for this blog - but rather my new blog DatMoney.com.

Only a few of you guys know about DatMoney.com and I'm hoping you would support me simply by joining my community.

More than likely I'm not going to win, but since I just started 'Dat'Money community not many people have joined.

Although, I cannot offer people money incentives, I will randomly select 10 total people that join 'Dat'Money community and write reviews and post it on EACH of my blogs. In addition, I will add those 10 to my blogroll(s).

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Thank you to everyone!

Poem: "Sweaty Palms"

My sweaty palms
Are part of the reasons why I feel it’s beyond
How it’s so hard to correspond
When I’m gone
Sometimes in this mist
I must be on
Some shit…
Cause I’m trembling
Even if this sweat drips
From my hands, my demands are high
cause I can’t “lose grip”
While it’s sometimes hard to deny if you’re scared of heights
till you trip…
falling on your face
and I must’ve fell a thousand times
cause I admit
I’m clumsy and sometimes I walk blinded
Feeling your presence and open minded
Still holding on with these sweaty palms
But can you deny it?
These feelings are revealing hurt
So what is it really worth
if we feel we’re both cursed
Let me tell you…T
hat it’s never, NEVER too late
To conquer your fears,
I’m still holding on, still here
With my sixth sense
So if you’re a ghost, “I see dead people”
cause your actions and words will NEVER be missed
I hear you, I see you
Believe me on this one, this untold fairy tale continues
But it’s our reality
Cause our vitality and mentality
energizes this bunny
Cause we’re gonna keep going and going…
From here to the top of that mountain
It’s crystal clear our visions were distorted
cause we drank from a poisonous fountain
and the cure was to not “lose grip”
or we’ll just continue downward
so we just CAN’T lose it
even with these sweaty palms
we’ve fought so hard for so long
and I know you’re scared
but we must remain calm
so let’s find a way to make it right
forever hello’s, never goodbye’s
with these sweaty palms I can’t “lose grip”
I’m scared too but we can’t lose it
If you bruise, I bruise
If you cry, I cry
If you lose grip… Well… I
was cautious of that
so I attached a safety rope around our hips
So we can hold each other up
Or fall together…
But either way, that’s where I want to be…
With you…
together…

Pet Peeves: 'Annoying Co-Worker'

If you have EVER worked in your life, you probably know that person; the annoying co-worker.

We all know who that is - it's that person who steps into the room and all laughters and talking turns to silence. It's that person who enters the lunch area, and everybody's lunch 'happens' to be over. It's that person that likes to whisper crap in your ear and they haven't brushed their teeth for weeks. It's that person that invites themselves to walk with you to the bus stop. It's that person who laughs like a hyena... at his/her own jokes. It's the same person you're trying to get fired but can't manage to.

Honestly, if you have never had that annoying co-worker... more than likely, that person is YOU!

Poem: I'm Tired...

I’m tired…
I’m tired of these hypocrites
and don’t give a shit
If I’m of them,
I lie you lie
You say one thing
then do the opposite
So don’t offer shit to me,
cause to your offer I’ll spit
On it
cause life’s a bitch
and don’t blame me if I wanna spit in ya face!
And I’m tired...
I'm tired of this world with these words of verbs
But it’s not the same as actions
cause it speaks louder and it’s preferred
To most
so don’t close that door on me
And say that your minds changed
cause then you gonna be two thangs I hate
A hypocrite AND a liar
and it’s almost one in the same
And I’m tired...
I'm tired of these people of power that devour
Every ounce of it
like I got a collar round my neck
Better check twice cause I’m not a fuckin coward
or animal so don’t disrespect
Or next you’ll be hexed
till you rest in peace
Then reincarnate and be sentenced
to forever terrified of life
But forced to live for eternity
And I'm tired...
I’m tired of police and the government
stated previously
As these motherfuckas that devour their power
but I was also mentioning
Anybody that tells you what the fuck to do
And you have to do it
or you’re screwed
But fuck this world
like you knew it was tight
And fuck this lubrication
I’ll make this shit fit just right
And I’m tired,
Now I got insomnia
so come see ya in the mirror
Cause this reflection got me confessin’
this session of life’s lesson
Has me makin stupid guesses
so I guess this means my expressions
of obscene judgments
is a sign of a scene of aggression
That I let out
as my initial impression
So I’m tired...
that it’s your own discretion
cause the only question I ask
Is that the right choice that you’re addressin?
And I’m tired...
I'm tired of those dreaded hardheaded
“yea I’ve said it so it must be right” bitches
That’s persistent and lead them to be wrong,
instead of apologizing they switch it
and said they meant it and prolong
but heads so hard like cement is
and I’m tired of these demented bitches
that represent it and show off
like it’s carved on ya skin, a tattoo
to try to grab you,
everyone on your team like a platoon
and I’m tired
of being trapped soon
I’ll be in the trash
like a raccoon
With black eyes,
that’s why I track lies
to smack flies
Cause some bugs need to be deceased,
I mean
I just don’t want them in my life,
so peace!
And I’m tired...
of these beliefs that I see
in people who pray to some supreme being
on their knees
I can see and understand
about a brief grief of the deceased
But please,
don’t try to preach that shit to me
Cause I can teach and learn,
But I never knew these motherfuckas
so I could care if they fuckin burn…
And I’m tired...
and if you knew me
since frizznezys became a trend
I say fuck these fuckin bitches
that claim they’re fuckin friends
Cause I’m tired
of all of them,
that spend to extend as fake friends
but they only pretend
And depend on YOU
to keep in contact,
if not… eh, there’s the end!
And If I was the devil,
I’ll send every one of them to hell
Can’t you tell
I’m fuckin tired of being tired
I’d be a liar
and I am,
If I’d say I retire from getting higher
when I light that spliff on fire
And I’m tired...
of being required
with these requirements,
but I don’t require shit!
So how bout I require and hire my dick
and apply-er to your mouth bitch
Cause I’m tired...
I'm tired of these laws,
enforced by the law enforcements
that don’t follow them so nah
I won’t follow them either,
cause motherfuckas love to abuse their privileges
Where the fuck are you lookin,
are you listening?
If you are,
then listen wit ya eyes
And see wit ya ears
Let’s see if you catch them lies,
or is that just the shit you wanna hear?
And I’m tired...
I'm tired of motherfuckas that act sincere
and appear like a close peer
But obviously it’s crystal clear
they cheerful in front of you
and will be the first to backstab ya rear
Leavin’ you in severe pain,
so I gots to appear in the same game
To deceive with this deceptive mind,
but at the same time
I realized the shit that I’m
Tired of...
is a lot of this shit I listed
so most of this shit I hate...
applies to myself
so I guess
I’m fuckin tired of a lot of shit,
the world, society, regulations, the people…
but most of all…
I’m just tired of my fuckin self…

I wrote this a few years back when I was going through a lot of shit... hope I don't offend anyone with ANY of my poems, just some thoughts and my life for ya'll...

Pet Peeves: "Those Who Do NOT Comment EVER on any Blogs..."

It doesn't bother me TOO much when people don't comment, just as long as they continue to come back. But who doesn't like when people comment? I mean, it shows that you read the article and that you visited the site/blog, right?

But I would like to thank everyone that has ever commented on DatCurious.com so now I'm going to take the opportunity to thank those individuals... and if I missed someone, please let me know so I can give you a shout out and help your rankings.

But thanks to all the anonymous people lol... and soulkim, jollyjo, hani, marcus, christina, mrsgrapevine, 13th witch, coloredgirlswhohaveconsidered, J, eritas, sharon, thebimbo, cindy breninger, holly, feelingflirty, billywarhol, nolocontenders, footiam, alex blackwell, avery gray, maartje van horn, antonioooro, emmy, debo hobo, zmoney, dominic, candace, jerry, ed, ivy, thembi.

There were a quiet a few people that didn't have links to their pages so I didn't add them. And again, I know I forgot a few people, but just let me know!

Just wanted to say THANK YOU to all the visitors AND people who comments on DatCurious.com and I will be giving a shout out on DatCurious.com to those that CONTINUE to comment! Thanks...

Pet Peeve: 'Pedestrians - Part 1 - Look Both Ways Before You Cross!

What I think is funny - stupid people that do NOT bother to look either way before crossing the street. I'm sorry, but I grew up being taught (and I'm still pretty sure it's being taught in schools) to look BOTH ways BEFORE crossing the street... cause one of these days, someone is going to get hit by a car... and I'll be the one driving that car.

But some people assume that cars will yield, but let's say if I'm going 30 mph and I look down at the time on my radio and look back up, in that split second, anything could happen. And some pedestrians are too busy in their own little walking world, listening to their ipods or on a cell phone... well, what if I was on a cell phone driving, well then... I know I got MY seatbelt on. I also have a airbag to protect me.

Pedestrians wrapped up in winter clothes couldn't protect themselves from MY car.

So, conclusion... LOOK before you cross the streets even if it doesn't seem busy. Because if you don't, it's going to be Jay = 1, pedestrian = 0.