In celebration of my 1000th (the time this is finished I'm pretty sure I will be well over 1000) tweet I dedicate this entry to twitter. I remember when my dearest friend ( well I hope she’s still my friend) tried to get me to jump on the bandwagon when twitter first came out. I was still weaning myself of facebook and knew that I wouldn't be able to maintain a real life alongside all these cyber lives. I wasn't won over by her explanation of what twitter was to be quite frank. To me it was a place where a bunch of birds were trying to morph into sheep. I avoided the temptation for a short while until my hands unconsciously typed in up the account was relatively easy and from that point on I became a fan of the site. It wasn't until I downloaded ubertwitter on my phone that my addiction formed. The ease in which I could easily tweet my thoughts appealed to me. " Right now I'm with idil", "pennies are useless and should seize to exist"... Those were my amature tweets... As time went on my tweeting skills improved “driving aimlessly with the hando @idiley". " Lsning to replay @seankingston literally on replay..". I've never been the entertaining type so my lack of followers is self explanatory. Well not really because I can think of many people who are not even remotely interesting but still have a herd of sheep following them...yes my hope in life is to be eligible to get a verified account.. Let's get down to the nitty gritty.. Anybody whose following me Is only doing so probably courtesy of my friends and follow fridays...(Does that really work, would you blindly follow someone because someone told you 2). A display pic one has often abides in getting ones attention... my display pic on the contrary probably instills confusion in the hearts of many.... It is definitely not aiding me in my attempts... My pic "is somewhere in the mix between a 13 year old boy who just hit puberty tryna be a thug and a girl who has an identity crises". I've attempted on working on my poses and even considered showing more skin. Maybe something along the lines of my hand and heyyy if we are being really provocative maybe an ankle.....I am pretty ashamed of my pose, because I'm pretty sure I've fallen victim to what @nileevans was warning people against in his blog. Lucky for you all though I'm not photogenic.... Sometimes I need to take a step back and analyze what is going on.. @souljaboytellem so how's your day.... Do you really think he cares,,,, but we still respond, secretly believing that this timeeee its going to be different)... I'm fine... And that's pretty much where the convo ends... ok I understand the point of twitter ,its a great place to network and get out your awkward thoughts without people judging you..(Ya right)... Yes people judge you, and not only people you know but random strangers are judging u too..You know that #twitterrunsyourlife if you are a twitter celeb but before twitter no one knew who you were..if you tweet your every thought even while you’re driving your car.. If you start thinking your cool enough to unfollow people, or you've reached your capacity of people you will follow… all that put aside... When I first got on twitter I was a celeb junky.. Until I realized how annoying some of them really are... Sometimes the less you know about the person the more you like em... I've lost respect for many of my fav celebs because of twitter.. there are a few who still keep it real, like @seankingston I mean he's pretty humble, and oddly enuff he takes some time to respond back to his followers.. The point is if you think a celeb is gonna be your friend cuz you follow him/her, it aint gonna happen.. He\she probably has enuff friends, and if you tryna be that quickie he\she hits up when they in your town, have a nice pic( possibly one that doesn't include your face, because that is not relevant for the cause) up and say as little as possible, they aint talkin to u for your smarts...twitter has become grounds for real life beef... did i just loose follower, wtf... That's it imma delete her arse off bbm as well, that trifling heffa, tryna send tweets to my man...(Actually he belongs to nobody, he doesn't even know who you are.. He just replied with an lol, that wasn’t he’s way of saying he loves you.. I’ve been fooled with that myself)... Then we got the follow hungry folk who join groups that will give you more follower..(Are u serious, that's just low)... I'd appreciate people who actually are actively reading my tweets cuz they find them amusing rather than people who tryna increase their numbers following me.. Lastly, for all the laylow creepers, who follow you but NEVER say anything to you.. Wat that's about, its kinda weird (I'm sorry don't unfollow me)loool.. Twitter is terrific, great waste of follow me..


Word babble

Word association makes life hard for me…..Whenever I think of certain words I always associate it with an object, but most often to a song. As i take a bite out of a gummy bear my mind remembers the gummy bear cartoon(which is something #igrewuopn) and I start to sing “gummi bears bouncing here and there and everywhere…..why buy a matters anywhere else”…. I’m not sure why I always end that song with the sleep country mattress song but it’s engraved in my head forever. The sad part is the conviction I sing the songs in, as if it’s not ridiculously bizarre of me to be conjoining two songs that have nothing to do with each other. The point is I’m sure I’m not the only person who has weird word association, but ever since I heard the song hot sauce by sweetrush… I cannot pick up a bottle of hot sauce and not say “I’m just like hot sauce, can you handle me”.. No matter where I am, or who is beside me, I always blurt out whatever tune is ringing in my head. This is a tad bit embarrassing I must admit for my friends that is, because I have no qualms in making a fool out of myself, its second nature. “Even though It’s too late, wanna say I’m sorry”(I sing, throwing up deuces in the air as I imitate the music video ) to those that have to suffer this period of utter nonsense of mine I know it can be annoying at times….Sometimes I’m not even sure if I’m singing the right words, but I think the melody is correct, or so I’ve convinced myself. I open the door to step outside my house and do a once over in the mirror “an say wassup”… Wait, I think I’m losing my sense of self, because with each song that sticks to my head, the less control I have of my own thoughts. GET OUT “right now it’s the end of you and me, it’s too late and I can’t wait for you to be gone”… I’d like a refund, can I get my brain back…….

A penny or many!!

If you get annoyed by humans and your best friend is a toy kittens, if you feel like you always get the short end of the stick in life, and if smiling is a chore….. Plz stay at home and cry yourself a river (or anywhere that is not close to my vicinity would do just fine). Is it just me or has good customer service become a foreign thing. Shopping isn’t an experience that I enjoy and I definitely don’t need anyone making it any more dreadful (unless I’m shopping online that is). “Don’t you have any bills” the cashier says (as she rolls her eyes with a handful of change in her hand). Sometimes I feel like they’re the ones doing me the favor for allowing me to shop at their store…. “Nope just 200 pennies so get to counting” … Seriously if I wanted to use a bill I would have, its dollarama for crying out loud, … What does it take to get some good ol fashioned customer service where the customer is always right, and possibly a smile at the end of the transaction? I know this aint MacDonald’s and smiles aint free, but give me a break and do your job. When else can I get rid of my pennies if not at a dollar store? (It’s a recession bloody hell, I’m broke ok) This happens in just about every store and especially if the teller is a female. I use to think they were all just pmsing but its happened way to many times for that to be a sound reason. “can I get this in a size 4”( more like a size 12, but for purposes of making myself feel better I’m a size 4” ….. “ya its over there on the shelf”…looool, Wait, I thought it was your job to fetch things, why are you directing me to a shelf that I don’t plan to walk over to. I mean I’ll gladly waltz over there if I’m getting some sort of good customer discount, or even a share of your paycheck. Why can’t you all just make my life and your life easier and recognize you’re actually at work, which probably means you’re going to have to do some “work”. Yes very bizarre I know but someone’s gotta do it.
What happened to cultural sensitivity these days? If you are working at a place that a certain culture is known to live, don’t be oblivious to the fact that they will be your most frequent customers….. Some people just say the darnest things I tell you. I’m very mellow in nature but if there is something that boils my blood it would have to be any sort of racial slur. The remarks are rarely intended to me, but I feel for whoever is being offended. This goes out to all my Asian, African, and South American friends and anyone else whose grasp of English is anything less than perfect (hmm I guess that would also include myself ). I’ve realized that having a battle of wit doesn’t work at all, it just makes you more upset and result to nothing. I was at the hospital the other night and because of swine flu they were not letting anyone in who was not either the parent or grandparents of the patient. The thing with the Somali culture is that as soon as they find out someone is sick they all flock to hospital to wish them well (off course with food that is, because food makes everything so much better)… This might seem odd to someone who is not use to this cultural behavior which was probably the case for the receptionist that had the ill pleasure of having to assist me.
One of the ladies was refused to see a patient and well…no never really means no (it means yes after being annoying enough). So she slyly tried to go unnoticed, but to no avail.. The reception blurts out hey lady with the red scarf….. HOLD UP, did I just hear that or was I drifting back off to la la land….. Calm down, no worries I tell myself ( yes I talk to myself, don’t pretend like you don’t)….As me and my sister wait in the lobby waiting for my niece the receptionist goes on mumbling nonsense to her co-workers..”It must be a full moon or something”..lool wtf, do we look like werewolf’s or something ( I haven’t shaved in the past week so maybe my hairiness justifies her remark)….Loosing my patience I walk over to the counter and question when we could go into see the kid, she replies “I think there is a new rule that won’t allow you to go in”.. no one is paying you to think lady…you either know or you don’t .. I hate getting the runaround, I am only allowed to give people the runaround, … How dare she try and use my own tricks on me. She directs me to a flyer with the rules that I should look over.. As I skim over the paper I get more furious as to the paper has nothing to do with what I’m inquiring about (rather refreshing read though, I learned a few new things about H1n1). In fact it goes against what she is telling me. I walk over and calmly tell her that the paper states nothing that is relevant to what I’m asking, and she replies I know… SO EXPLAIN TO ME WHY YOU ARE WASTING MY TIME.. if I wanted to read id go to the library….loool seriously.. In any case I had enough ammunition to take this to someone a bit higher up.. The key is never to complain to a manger, because the likely hood of the person you’re complaining about and the manger being friends are high…. You have to go one up…. And never complain about the rules… There is no point arguing about not being able to enter the hospital because underneath all that rubbish that was coming out of her mouth there probably is some truth… You argue everything except that…. Your argument should be fueled by the manner in which you were spoken to and in particular the verbiage. Can you imagine someone saying “hey you with the turban”….That would not fly.. so why would “hey you with the scarf”…Why am I getting worked up about something that didn’t happen to me…. Simple, because that could have been my mother, my aunt, or even my cousin.. Not knowing the language, or being culturally different does not warrant being treated unjustly.. Wow was that a sob story or wat.. fml………………….
The moral of the story is……………Always pay in pennies and try and get all receptionist fired because if they haven’t already slipped up, we can get em before they do…


Can’t live with it , and most certainly cannot live without it.... His name is Redskin, no he's not native american if you wondering(holding my hands behind my back, swaying oh so gently back and forth while i kick sand) Yes he makes me feel connected, always and forever...We have this love hate relationship you see, come to think of it it’s really hard to explain. Before I actually met him, people would rant and rave about him. You see when i first met Redskin, it was solely because my friends told me he was great, so i thought what the hell, i will give him a test run.. I'm not a sucker to peer pressure I’m an individual i follow no one (except about 47 on twitter, a few who refuse to follow me back...tear drops). In any case when we first met it was love at first sight. Anywhere I went Redskin was not far away. But as time went on I started to realize a dependency I was forming on Redskin.. In the morning when I woke, in the washroom while I did a number 2 (come on don’t pretend like you don’t take your phone with you) while reading people’s recent tweets, and even beside me as I go to sleep…… I started to notice that I was losing my real life, and replacing it with a Redskin life. Don’t get me wrong, I do appreciate all the luxuries that come with you Redskin, but I I think that you’re a bit too intrusive.. I miss being alone, and unreachable at times….. This constant I know what you did …the last two minutes isn’t going to work anymore.

Ok on a more serious note though. What is up with blackberry messenger? The new update makes life a living hell.. Have you ever tried deleting someone, it’s a pain in the arse i tell you. You don’t get removed off their list instead, you stay on their list, and if they try msging u they get an option to revinvite you. Dont renivite me,,, I just deleted you, have some pride and move on. Say goodbye to slick getaway deletes, where you think the person wouldn’t notice your absence. More importantly for those who don’t have a berry this might sound like a bunch of gibberish but I have to get this out there. With the blackberry message, unlike msn, when you send a msg, the person will know when you read the msg… you can Forget about ignoring the person…………“why you reading my msgs and not responding, I dun know you already read my shit…. “ Im sure we are all tired of hearing that… JUST LEAVE ME ALONE….. I HATE YOU REDSKIN,,,,BUT OH HOW I LOVE YOU..