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I know that at sometimes, I can be the dirtiest person on the face of the earth. By dirty I mean I won't even clean my room for a week or two. Now mind you, I'm not a dirty person, I'm very clean in fact. Yesterday evening, my deli manager called me to come over to his house to fix his desktop computer, I was in for a surprise. My parent always told me this. If you don't want people to see how nasty you live, don't invite them over simple, plain like that. But, if you're gonna invite them over, clean up a bit, a lot if you have to. More so if they have to come in your bedroom. I shouldn't talk about this, but he was going to rent out a room to me, glad I didn't accept. Lets just say I'm glad I didn't take him up on his offer. I'm a neat/clean freak when it comes to personal hygiene, I have to, I work with and around food. I don't really judge people on how they live, its their place,do as you please. But... wouldn't you clean up just ...

So, when shews working with me, in the same store, she knew I had a thing for her. It was just a sex thing that never really got off to nowhere. She quit,and moved on with her life, but still came to the store every once in a while. Next thing, she was pregnant, met the guy of her dreams she says. I spoke with her, told her, asked her, was she sure about this big move she is making in her life. She said, he loves me and I love him. She gave birth a couple of weeks ago, about 6 weeks or so. Last night she came by the apartment, her and my housemate are friends. My housemate ask me was I gonna eat the food that she cooked for me. If not her friend is here and she is hungry, she had the baby with her. I went to her bedroom to see her and the baby. This woman has got huge,and I don't think its because of thee baby. My housemate took the baby and she told me to come to the kitchen with her. She opened her heart to me, let loose all that she was holding. The baby's father left her, ...

This question was asked on a blog postboy some one who I read when ever they post. The question: 'If I had one arm and one leg would you still date me and take me out'. It was something like that. The answer, yes I would. I met Jennifer when I was working for the State of NY, in a Mental Hospital, she was already hired 2 months before me and had already completed her training. When I got to the wards, ne of her friends whom she went thru training with was working on the same ward and shift as I. She said she had someone she wanted me to meet. After work, we met and agree to meet again later that night at some club. I went to the club and she was surrounded by her girlfriends. I pulled her to the side and started talking with her. After a while, I knew I wanted to sleep with her, so I asked her did she wanna leave,she said yes. We went to a hotel. 2 days later, I got a really good look at her. She walked with a limp and her right hand was deformed. All this I didn't see, all...

My deli manager introduced me to this African woman. She good looking, but she's in this country on a student visa or some such. So, she can't get a job, well a legal one, she can only work off the books. Like...she likes me, so she says, but where she is living at she wants to move, but her funds are running low. She was planning on going back to Africa today. Deli manager told her she can come and live with his wife and kids, he's African too. She called me last night and told me what she wants from me..a baby. AND, she is willing to pay for it. What price do I put on that shit? Today, after work,her and I are gonna talk. She said she will text me thru out the day. --michaelchappell

I've served time on Rikers Island, a number of times. I'm not proud of that and I do not wear it as a badge of honor either. But I've survived it, I'm lucky, some aren't. You must read that article that's stated as my subject. You might get a feel of what's going on out there on that island. But what you 'think' you feel, times that by 100...and then some. Its a war zone out there. Like in any place that society sends its sick, its hard to manage people, jail, prison is as low as you can get on the food chain. The ones that are serving time with you, are out to get you. And the ones that are there, being paid to watch over you, and to 'protect' you, don't give a flying fuck about you. RNDC Building,(Real Niggaz Don't Care), is also known by many names. The 5 Building, C95, Gladiators School. Adults are housed there until they are sentenced. They don't mix the teenagers with the adults, no movement of the 2 at the same time, cause...

I believe in doing what you have to do in order to survive today. From selling your body to selling drugs. But today, selling drugs isn't like it was back in the mid 80's. Today drug dealers mostly do shit whole sale if anything. Here's my take on that shit. First of all if you're on the lower level, the dealer, not whole seller, you got to ALWAYS HAVE !! I really mean this, this shit is important. Most low level dealers start off with at least 200 dollars, which bis more than enough. Bu --michaelchappell

This has been on my mind for the last couple of days. How, or what are our friends? How do you classify a person as a friend. I really thought about this one. It can go in many directions for some, so I'm just gonna say how I determine who and what my friends are. It used to be that a friend was some one that you could and can depend on. The world changes, people change, so that changes too. Think about this, how did you get in touch with your friends before computers, smart phones? You just walked over to your house phone and called them. Better yet, you went to their house and met them face to face. Well, not any more these days. In 1967, my mother got a house phone, the number, my brothers and sister, we all had to know it by heart. Fast forward to last year. My sister told us AFTER she did it, she got rid of the phone and that number we had for so long. I was really upset. See, I told people over the years in this country and OTHER countries that I visit, that if you need to ge...

Sitting in this cold ass place. How come they dnt put heat in here yesterday when I was walking by, this lady was in something that looked like she sleeps in thought it was warm in here....NOT !! This madness in Egypt is crazy. I don't understand it and won't take the time to try to. The cashiers at my job are crazy. This one, her and I got into a little talk before it got busy. She's a little sad cause SHE broke up with her married boyfriend. No, he wasn't living outside in an apartment, away from his wife. He was still living with her. The reason why she broke up cause he was trying to control her, she had enough. Now, she is sad, no I said she horny now. Which I am correct about. She is of Spanish decent, pretty long blonde hair. She said that's what she miss about him mostly...sex. Other than that, that was all he was good for. She told me that I can mail her messages on Face Book. No I can't, I'm not on there like that. What I have to say, I will say ...

Since last summer, me and this woman have been trying to hook up. Well, it was more than a hook up really. We want to be with each other only for as long as we wanted each other. But with me working, she doesn't work, I don't know, it just can't seem to click. Yesterday I was suppose to go pick her up. She sends me an email. I thumb thru it, then deleted it, she wasn't coming, didn't give a reason why. Then she called me. I asked her what's the problem and she said she didn't know. She wanted more than what I was offering her. Hell, she doesn't have anything at all herself. No job, not her own place..nothing. I told her she disappointed me, I had everything all set for a 3 day stay over. I bought food, something to drink, and my housemates were expecting her. I never bought any one home in the 2 years I've been living with them. So I told her what's on my mind. Long story short, she is thru. I'm not wasting my time with anyone who doesn't...