Limbo bimbo dim ho

Exasperation on vacation. Selfish dimwitted manipulative spouse. Lost cause in a rats maze. 1963 spoiled brat disguised in a fat suit and mask.

Radical Fat Head and Stomach

Working out as often as possible... while drinking more. All too conscious of our mortality and seething amongnst my peers wallowing in the pity of regrets. Shall this last long enough and endure my passing into nonexistence... Wisdom just isn't enoungh self assurance. I will soon enough have the courage to tell you how it feel to be an African American expatriate in Japan.

Sore yet determined

Yes I'm sore. All over. Especially in love. I won't elaborate because it is complicated... and simple. Dread that I am. Dread that I have. Hope that must endure. Pride without the foolishness of hubris.

Performance Edge

I ate a lot this week. Yesterday must have chowed down about 5000 calories. Beef, Fish, Steak and Tacos. Spice, salt. Vodka. Sweating on my way home. Biking left me drowing in it. Today a buffet lunch. Oil coming out of the my face. Constipated and worried about it all.

I worked out Monday. Was tempted to do so yesterday. To save it for today means I have to go hard and long. Try my best to burn it all off. Make sure that I can be in the best of shape within 2 weeks. Get my performance edge up. No grasping at straws, or gasping for air, push the envelop.

With a little effort I will look very good. Not heavy and meaty, but lean and mean. And perhaps light on my feet, and enough to clear my thoughts and reach some intellectual development goals.

Back to life, back to reality

Bright ideas. Realizing what has and hasn't been done. Nothing original, but time to do it on the curve.

Can I make it real? What is the fastest way to getting it done? How flexible will it be? Both on the application side, and the implementation side? And deliverable to Android as well...

I want to turn this around quickly. I need a deadline for August 30. I want it to be secure (as far as the data source, or method) and useful to the audience. Basically in demand...

Good enough for me to use, and everybody else will value as well. Here's to the hype, and hope I don't give up and can deliver faster than then...

Bitches and Sisters

"Bitches & Sisters" Lyrics By Jay-z

(Let's describe a certain female)

(Let's describe a certain female)

(Let's describe a certain female)

[Jay-Z]

(Bitch) you know my name and the company I own

(Bitch) you like my style and you smell my cologne

(Bitch) don't try to act like my track-record ain't known

(Bitch) you probably gotta couple CD's in your home

(Bitch) don't make me say it twice, you acting all up tight

Also diddy like, like, like

You ain't a (Bitch), I ain't no ball player, you ain't gonna get pregnant again

Hit off with paper, you gonna get hit off and slid off

Before the neighbors take off to go to work

So just, take off your shirt, don't hit me with that church shit

(Bitch) I got a sister who schooled me to shit you chickens do

Tricking fools, got a whole Robin Givens crew that I kick it to

They be hipping dudes, how you chickens move, I be listening to

(Bitch) (Bitch) (Bitch)

Don't make me say it thrice, you acting all up tight

Also diddy like, like

You ain't a (Bitch), You ain't no better cuz you don't be fucking rappers

You only fuck with actors, you still getting fucked backwards

(Bitch) Unless you fucked a dude on his own merit

And not the way he dribbles or ball or draw leverage

You're a (Bitch), No ma, you're a (Bitch)

(Let's describe a certain female)

(Let's describe a certain female)

(Let's describe a certain female)

Say Jay-Z, why you gotta go and disrespect the women for? Uh

[Jay-Z]

(Bitch) Sisters get respect, bitches get what they deserve

SIsters work hard, bitches work your nerves

Sisters hold you down, bitches hold you up

Sisters help you progress, bitches will slow you up

Sisters cook up a meal, play their role with the kids

Bitches in street with their nose in your biz

Sisters tell the truth, bitches tell lies

Sisters drive cars, bitches wanna ride

Sisters give-up the ass, bitches give-up the ass

Sisters do it slow, bitches do it fast

Sisters do their dirt outside of where they live

Bitches have niggers all up in your crib

Sisters tell you quick "you better check your homie"

Bitches don't give a fuck, they wanna check for your homie

Sisters love Jay cuz they know how 'Hov is

I love my sisters, I don't love no bitch