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...and I listen to whats around me. I listen to music MOST of the times when I am traveling, when I'm riding the subways to and from work. Who wants to hear all that noise, so I listen to music. This one time I listened to the noise and something very strange happened. Got on the train right after work and I decided that I wasn't listening to music this afternoon. I will listen to people and hear what they are talking about. Five stops later, woman gets on, sits across from me and starts crying. Another woman sat down right next to her and asked her was she alright. She said no, and then explained what was going on with her. It turns out that she is having problems at work with coworkers. Blaming shit on her when things don't go right. When projects come in late, her coworkers make it a point to tell their Supervisor that it was her fault, which she says it isn't. But no one believes her and its driving her crazy. She feels like she is going to get fired. She even wen...

Its like this, if I am not happy about something, I speak up. If it continues, I speak up again. If it happens the third time, I ignor and do what I have to do. Simple like that. On another note...I don't even know why I bother. I mean going through the motions. I already have made my mind up. The work place is...let's just say its screwed as we know it. Before, many years ago, people, me...I couldn't wait until I got to work and do my job. Now, it all seems like a hassle. Maybe I have be working in the past with my eyes closed, but I don't think that's what it is. Its just that I was made aware of something and it just doesn't suit me, but I do understand what's happening. When I open up my cafe, I know what I will be looking for in employees. I don't want robots or people who think they are God's gift to the work force. They must know how to serve customers and still keep who they are in mind. If I hear one of them say, ' ..and you have a ni...

When the hot days came upon us, I made it my thing...I told myself that every 2 weeks I would go to the beach. It didn't matter if it was raining, I would still go. Being that I like 20 minutes by bike from Orchard Beach...and yes, The Bronx DOES have a beach, I would peddle my butt there. On the times when my ex girlfriend would want to go, we would go to the beach by her, Rye Beach. It's even, I spend just about the same amount of time at both beaches. But Rye Beach is the place to go to if you want to see some beautiful women, ALL types of women in their glory. Most of them, the women come in groups of about three. Family friendly beach that it is also. But these women...they have no problem 'letting it all hang out', and I'm loving it. First bit of equipment a guy MUST have are mirror reflecting sunglasses. Its not so obvious that you are looking this way. And for me, a flotation vest. See I like to go way out in the water and I don't want to rely on mys...

...'fuck all you junkies & your short memories'. From the song Learn To Swim. I have nothing against anyone who decides to use drugs, its your body, do with it as you please. I am NO stranger to the drug world. I go way back with drugs. As for dipping into them this present day..I don't think so. I found for myself, that if I want to use, I can't do anything else. I'm talking about eating, working or having a relationship with women. Its not even a relationship, I talking about just having sex PERIOD !! I am also NOT talking about weed. I'm talking about cocaine, crack and herion. The last one definitly NOT, but the first 2...um, been there and done that. Cocaine, was a steppinlg stone many many years ago. Graduated to crack and received top honors in that. Brief 6 month course...it wanted me to 'continue my education', but I couldn't afford the classes. These 2 are a full time job which the pay is like not even...hell, you DON'T get paid ...

See, some more changes. Google Drive changed their whole look. Its totally different from when they first started. Also, Gmail has changed too. Now there are folders in your email. Primary, Social and Promotions. Watch tomorrow there will be something else that has changed.

We as humans dilike change, it like throws us all over the place. We, me...I get use to doing things a certain way, and then...I have to do them another way. Sometimes these changes are bought upon ourselves, me. Then there are times when change happens and I had nothing to do with it. I say this cause...if it isn't broken don't fix it, or try to, or attempt to, or even though you think its helping, I is NOT!! Since they took Art Bell off of this one radio station I listen to and moved him to another, I decided to listen to him on internet radio. TuneIn.com. it was a constant stream, 24 hours a days a week. It was all rebroadcast, but so what. It was better than me searching and then downloading and then transffering to a mp3 player. Then, the stream just wouldn't connect. It wasn't my Tablets fault. I guess the bandwidth cost mucho money and they no longer could afford it. See, change. I like me my Paranormal Radio. And, I just love this one channel called Darkness R...

I was given a t-shirt yesterday by a woman. She approached me and told me that she say a shirt and it reminded it of me. She told me she would give it to me later on. I say her later and I told her about her statement. She did give me the shirt, a novelity shirt with a statement on the front. A little about this woman first. She is Brazilan, short and around the same age as I am. Looking at her you can tell that she watches what she eats and worships her body. In the past she would say little things...things that to me...I would give a smart comeback too. One time she said something and I was shocked with that coming from her. I didn't know what to reply so I kept my mouth SHUT!! Hey, you never know if she would had went screaming...sexual harassment. All in all, she quite attractive but, I do know she is married. So, what do I do, that is after she gave me the shirt, the next day, what do I say. I have already have in my head what I'm gonna questioned her about. First questi...