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Uh oh, I’m back 😉
There was a post a few week ago called “Two donkeys, one midget.” Welcome to the second part. Enjoy mother feckeurs….
There’s a lot to cover, so don’t interrupt me. I would hate to slay you while I spit against haters and fools, but I’m not worried to do it. Anyways, sit back and shut up. Don’t talk, don’t stand, simply hope that you aren’t in this. Because if you are then you are going to need a paramedic!
First off, Brother don’t screw with me. You think you’re cool, but you don’t even own your own business. You are a hopeful peasant that feeds off someone else’s fame. You wouldn’t be where you are if you didn’t talk to famous people. The worse part is that the people aren’t even famous. You can ask anyone and they wouldn’t know who the heck you’re talking about. I even asked about him and people looked at me dumb. But keep thinking that you are cool as you talk to people that don’t matter. You say you’re further in your career, but you are actually three steps behind. You’re blog is weak and full of mistakes. Where is your content, though? You post three post in the last three months and want to say you’re still relevant? Keep getting the traffic from famous people, because that is your only chance at going anywhere. Keep your mouth shut, don’t make me go off again. You need to worry about paying your bills and worrying less about me.
I wake up every morning at the same time, but sometimes I get behind. I don’t know where the time goes, so get off my back, loser. You keep opening the doors and waiting to attack me. You follow me to the door and call me out once it’s open. Most of the time you say “Look who’s late!” Watch me as I tear you open and leave you to the dogs. That is where you belong, to the dogs. Don’t start crap early in the morning, and you wouldn’t have to worry about being on this track. You’re my brother, but don’t screw with me, since you don’t know what goes on. I try to get there on time and some days I do. Try to do yourself a favor and keep my name out of your mouth, beotch.
I put those near me down, there was just a guy outside. He was looking for something, but I didn’t care. I should have sick my dog on him. I should have released the beast, but he isn’t a beast. The taste of the dumbass would have killed Nims, that’s something that I wouldn’t want. Anyways, this sleezeball wanted to walk by and stare. Fool, you are nothing better. Yeah, I might be in my shorts and a cut-off shirt, but that doesn’t mean anything. I am not trying to be thuggish, so don’t judge a book by its cover. I could judge you but it would be too easy. First, you’re fat. You couldn’t get out of my front door with your overlapping rolls. You must have just got back from an all you can eat buffet, but where the buffet at? Oh yeah, you went crazy and ate the whole building. Your eyes are crossed, stupid. That is why I had to look at you. You fooled me with your constant stare. I thought you were staring when you were actually looking forward the whole time!!!!! You should get that checked out, before you get hurt looking at someone wrong.
We stand in remembrance of those who fell, but you sit on your knees. You should disrespect to those who fought for you. You might think that we hate you, but we never did. Sir, you weren’t alive for anything that you are griping about, so just shut up. But I do understand why you are sitting on your knees. You are just doing what you are good at, and that is getting ready to suck. You’re a washed up piece of shit. This isn’t even about the protesting, because I understand that, this is about you being a washed up dumbass. You lost to a crap player and now you sit on the bench. Sadly, you only got one minute in the blowout. The practice squad only had to worry about you for a minute, yet you still think someone is watching you? No one cares! The only reason anyone cares, is because of the money that big newsstands make from the story! Colin, no one cares about you. WE care about those who are unfairly treated, this isnt about them. No! We love them, but Colin, WE HATE YOU. Have fun being cut from the team….loser.

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I am feeling this new change. I would like to tell you guys of the change, but I think will leave that for another blog. Today, I will tell you guys about what is happening. I want to tell you guys the effects of my decision, mainly to show you that it isn’t that bad. I haven’t found any bad from my choice, but I have found a lot has been changing. The fact that I am more confident, not only in writing but also during my work. I am happier, I feel a new happiness arising.

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     During the last week, I found that I am smiling more, even when I am mad. But the best thing is that my blog is rising. The stats are finally where I want them to be. I wanted to push myself to the next level, but I didn’t know where that was, so I called out to get some help, that is when I found this man. He was a very cool guy, he was wearing a trench coat, as he sat on the bench next to my work. He smiled, like an old friend, when he saw me. He got up from the bench, came over to me and gave me an index card. I was unsure about the card, but the logo caught my eye. His logo resembled the top of the pyramid of the dollar bill, but I couldn’t think of it at the moment, so I nervously put the card in my back pocket and walked away. As I walked away I heard the man proclaim that he had the answer to my fears, and to call him when I got my mind together. I threw up my arm and walked away.
I wanted to throw away the post card, I really did, but something was calling me to it. I didn’t know what the man meant or what sick game he was playing, but he seemed to know what I was going through. This what the moment that I had to make the decision; Would I carry my own, chasing a dream that seemed impossible or would I call him for help. After hours of sleeping on it, I decided to give him a call. He told me the keys of receiving the ultimate attention to my blog. I was amazed by his knowledge, but he said that he needed me to give him something in return. I figured this was a way to get money, so I simply chuckled. He didn’t find it as funny as me and told me that it was serious. I asked him to tell me what he needed. I wasn’t ready to hear what he said, but I knew that I was too far now to step back, so I agreed.
After I made my choice, he told me that I had to write it in stone, revealing my decision to the whole world. Knowing that my dad was going to have a heart attack, I chose to post it on the day that I closed, at my store, in order to be away from my phone when he read it. I wrote the letter, and signed it with the blood of my body. I then said the magic words, and boom I was in the club. I was now a part of something bigger than my understanding. During all of this, I was too busy seeking the instant fame, that I forgot what I just gave away and what it could do to me if I allowed it to get out of control. I started to regret my decision, fearing what I was doing, until the stats started to pour in. My blog views are higher than last week, my likes are piling in, and people are interacting with me. I even feel happier. My job has been easier, also. Costumers are drawn to me and are allowing me to keep my cool by not being stupid. I am enjoying this whole change, I couldn’t imagine being happier, and it could only get better from here on out. I am glad that I met that guy, if it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t have the passion to write you guys, anymore. I love you guys, I beg you to not hate me for doing this. Please realize, I am just trying to live my dream.

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