Ahhh!

Self,

So a week or so ago I stopped to visit my Aunt K. I had a the chance to soak up some of the serenity her home and backyard garden.   AHHH!  I need to go back and take pictures....She is actually growing an artichoke..it's actually a pretty plant....I think I want one....Maybe when I have my own house that might be the first thing I plant!

Sincerely,
Pharoah

Probably NOT Safe for Work....

Self,

OK, so when I logged into a particular app on my phone, I got a notice that an underwear line company was having a sale at it's store in West Hollywood (WeHo...gay town)...And their factory store in Glendale. 

Well I got curious...I have lived in Glendale and basically work in Glendale and didn't know  about this store....so I went online to find it's address....and found this. 
Beware it's uncensored!

So I had to share it...it's kinda hot and hilarious at the same time..... After viewing this and a few other of their uncensored videos....lol I decided I don't particularly care for their product...and I will be skipping the sale! I know a man with an underwear fetish bypassin a underwear sale...it almost seems sacreligious! Sincerely, Pharoah

Congrats Are in Order!

Self,

A while back I half heartedly put out a call for a pen pal.  And either I'm an extremely facinating person from my blog or he was just really bored, I actually received a response!   I'm going to say it's the former because he was in Grenada at the time and I can see how anyone could be bored on a tropical island on somebody else's dime....mostly.   Ahh but I digress.

We exchanged emails and eventually worked our way to phone calls, even a visit and have become good friends.

Yesterday I received an email announcement from the University of South Florida for there 2012 Spring semester commencement ceremonies featuring my friend, RKJ, will be conferred a Doctorate of Philosophy in Applied Anthropology.
And I would like to take a second to congradulate my friend RKJ, the doctor on his accomplishment!

Sincerely,

Pharoah

 

I'm Starting to Think I Should REALLY Just Choose Flies!

Self,

So I've been chatting with this dude online...for a week or so. We finally discuss trying to meet up last night...but I got held up doing my taxes and by 10pm it had gotten too late for him and he wanted to postpone until today.  OK...not a big deal.

So we texted earlier today trying to figure out when and where we would meet.  Last night we were going to meet at this little coffee house in LBC because it gave us a chance to talk.  So I suggested we meet there since we had already planned to do so anyway. Last night he had suggested the beach, but I vetoed it because it was cold and rainy...however I suggested it for today since it was day time and sunny.

He says he isn't feeling either of those today, but suggested a movie...specifically "Cabin in the Woods."
I told him I'm not really a horror/scary movie guy, but if there was something he wanted to see I'm down.  He suggested "Lockout" and we figure out a time and location..and I have like an hour and half to get ready.

So as I'm about to jump in shower, he sends a text; "r u buying my ticket"

In my head I'm like oh hell no!  However, I respond; "lol if I wasn't going who would buy your ticket?"

"I wouldn't go if you weren't going lol"  "Plus u made me change what movie I wanted to see originally lol"

WTF! "Lol then u shouldn't suggest I meet you @ a movie if you weren't planning to anyway!"  "the beach is free"

So I jump in the shower and stuff (yeah I really needed to do it anyway.)

So after I shower and get dress, I go out to the car.  I start the car and was going to send this guy a text letting him know I'm running a little late but on my way....and will still make it before the movie starts.

That's when I see he sent two texts (apparently while I was in the shower;)
"okay forget"  "the movie is cancel"

REALLY....  He was only going cuz he thought he could get over on me....I'm not the one!

I read him for it...told him it was fine and I would go by myself (one monkey don't stop this show) and told him if he suppose to be a grown man, he should be able to buy is own movie ticket.

I'm so over the local animals.

Sincerely
Pharoah

What a Start!

Self,

So I get up this morning, and  to my relief I'm awake early enough that I can take the Metro to work and save on gas.  I dress, drive to the station, buy my ticket, board the train at 5:10am, and I grab a seat that has a vertical handrail that can serve as a headrest.  Great, I settle in to my seat for the 12 station long ride north to downtown Los Angeles.

The next thing I become aware of is the recorded announcer saying the station name at which the train is arriving.  It's the name of a station only two stops away from where I started.....and I thought I had already passed it.  I my slight confusion I look out the windows.....I see that the train is on the wrong side of the station than what I was expecting.   I look at my phone for the time....6:17am.  I start to stand and sit back down a couple times, trying to process the info, but knowing there's a need for action. 

My analysis....the train is now traveling south....apparently I rode it all the way downtown and back, while sleep. 

The conclusion, all I could do was ride the train the two additional stops to where my car was parked and drive to work.

I should've stayed in bed for that hour.

Sincerely,
Pharoah

What is a Horny Toad Suppose to do?

Self,

So I've been chatting with different guys on websites.....just chatting.

I come across this one guy who lives like FIVE minutes away.  He's 27 and supposedly never been with a man.....sexually, romantically and dare I say even intimately.  He's of  the mind to change that....and he wants to change that with me?

Why?????   I don't know what to do.  I mean he is SOOO "green" I've practically taken to calling him Similac....which is what I'll use as his name here.

Most of our conversations were very generic.  So via text messaging he decides he wants to probe and wants to know if he can ask a personal question, I tell him my general rule...he can ask anything he is willing to answer himself.  Which opened a small flood gate.

Similac: "Do you like to kiss?...truefully idk. depends on the person"
Pharoah: "depends...everyone isn't a good kisser."
Similiac: "Do you give head or like to receive? Me truthfully I wanna give head and try lickin balls"
Pharoah: "Boy i give/receive head, lick/suck balls - like when it done to me, like when my a$$ is eaten - sometimes will eat a$$. I don't want to sound like an asshole, but you must not realize that you are talking to a man who has been comfortably gay for almost 20 years....lol n my day I would run circles around you....you ain't ready for me....and I don't think you can handle it."
Similac: "Lol...what you mean by run circles"
Pharoah: "Meaning...it would b an experience that would make our head spin...maybe even make u addicted."
Similac: "Damm I like the sound of that man and I'm ready for what ever. I can take whatever comes"
Pharoah: "You say that....but I don't think you are...I mean you've said that you've fantasized about just kissing and cuddling a guy..... when I was your age my fantasies consisted of 3sums and orgies.....you ain't ready [for me.]"
Similac: "I'm ready  trust me"
Pharaoh: "lol no u not...cuz afterwards you would b n love...and that should happen with someone @ your level."
Similac: "I doubt if you that good man lol....but I know what I want tho"
Pharoah: "what is it that you know you want and think you are ready for?"
Similac: "Im ready for some good ass dick I want sum good sex/ sum good love makin."
(To myself "If you equating "good sex" to "good love makin" then I really don't have to be THAT good, the act alone will make me so.")

 Hindsight being 20/20 I realize my attempt to let him know he was getting in over his head, actually only present him with a quest he want to prove of which he is worthy. 

So here's the problem...I'm not attracted to him.   He's a nice enough kid that I don't want his first time to be with a jerkwad-asshole that creates an experience that leaves him jaded and bitter.  At the same time....there is some appeal to being "the first" and exploring undiscovered country...in so much that hopefully his lack of expereince would mean he won't have any "hang-ups" and be willing to try any and 'erything and that could be fun.

A LITTLE HELP HERE, PLEASE?  Am I wrong for even considering to do this?

Sincerely,
Pharoah

PS I've also crossed paths with a cutie in Boston that seems he might also want me as a friendly cherry-popper, thankfully he doesn't seem as "green" as Similac.

Running Across my Mind.

Self,

OKAY.....recently I've started to miss him a little.


Sincerely,
Pharoah

I Need to Start a Pettition....

Self,

So I've been working graveyard shift again.  I don't know about other parts of the country but gas prices has rose to almost $5 a gallon here in Los Angeles....and Thunderbolt as a gas guzzling SUV has been hard on the wallet so while workign graveyard I've taken to riding public transportation....with the hopes of continuing to do so when I go back on day shift.

Now that the background has been put in place, I can tell tonight's story.

I raced to the "subway" (it's actually above ground) station to catch the 9pm train to Downtown LA.  I swipe my TAP card and walk up the platform's ramp.  There's not many people on the platform, but there's four people near where I like to wait for the train.  There's a guy with his bike standing  off to himself with earbuds. Not more than four steps passed him there's three youngsters sitting on the bench, two guys and  one girl but the girl is actually sitting in one guy's lap.....which made it look like it was only two people sitting on the bench until you got close enough. No big deal, I've seen similar scenes before.

I stop about five feet away from the trio to wait for the train as I adjust my jacket.

"Hey, are you a registered voter?" asks the guy with the lap that's empty except for a clipboard.

I hesitate to respond...not really wanting to be bother. "Yeah, I am."

"Would you like to sign this pettition?" The kid holds up the clipboard towards me from where he is sitting.

I instantly regret having identified myself as a registered voter, but I move on.  "Well, what is it for?"

"It's for [mumble, mumble - blah blah blah,]" he says still holding the clipboard out to me.

Okay so sometimes I am hard of hearing So I don't know if he was really inarticulate with what he was saying or if I just was having a deaf moment, so I don't really know the point of the pettition.  I figure I'd save us both a headache, "Naw, man I'm not interested."

The kid flips a page on his clipboard then says, "Well, what about this one that decrease taxes for eduaction?"

Damn.  I was I should've known there was another one.  Lower taxes and promoting education....I ought to help.  After a couple seconds of indecisiveness I ask, "what you say that one is about again?"

I guess we both were having issues with this exchance because the kid looks down at the paper with a slightly confused expression on his face.  A split second later the confusion is gone and replaced with annoyance ashe stands up and walks over to me. "It's to reduce taxes for education."

As he hands me the clipboard I am also hit with the pungent odor of weed.  I'm not a fan of the stuff but to each his own.  I look up and there's a train starting to pull into the station.  I guess the kid sees something in my face as I notice the train to cause him some concern of not getting my signature.  "Yo, your train is coming."  Maybe he thought that pointing out the train would push me to sign withtout reading the pettition, so I wouldn't miss it.

I see the distance train is and estimate how much time I had before it would leave again.  I figured I could skim the summary and scribble my name even if that meant doing so while hanging out the train doors for a second or two to finish.  So I look down at the pettition and see a block of text.  I look for the beginning of the paragraph to read as much as I could in the time I had left.  The first line read:

Increases personal taxes......

I was disappointed and didn't want to read anymore, "Ah man it says it Increases taxes....I'm good, but thanks." I hand him back the pettition.  The kid looks at me like he's upset that I could read and saw the error of what he had told me.  I look away and look to see how much longer before the train stops, only to see that the sign on the train says it is out of service.  The train continues without stopping.  The kid walks away and sits back on the bench with his friends.

I take a few steps to the other side of the platform. As I'm sending Schehimazade a text about a kid wanting my signature for a pettition but was too high to explain what the pettition is for, the kid gets up while his friends get on the train going in the opposite direction....the last text I send Schehimazade;

...he has a nice ass too...lol he might have got the signature if he wasn't sitting on it when he first asked me.

Yeah I know, I'm a journey like no other.

Sincerely,
Pharoah

As I'm exchanging texts with Schehimazade, a train going in the opposite direction arrives and the

Ehh, ahhh, ick

Self,

I don't know where to start..............

So the last few days I have been feeling  rather "blah."  Honestly, I think it more accurate to say that I have been feeling that my life has no meaning.

NO - I AM NOT SUICIDAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

As drab/mediocre/pathetic and any other adjectives that could be inserted there that I may think my life is right now...I still prefer living than being dead, so again  I AM NOT SUICIDAL!

However I don't know what I need to or can do to feel as if my life has more meaning.

And as I been grappling and stewing with these feelings, I saw something on Yahoo today that didn't help me to feel any better.

There's an article about the newest elected mayor of Ithaca, New York.   He's kinda handsome, I think he might be gay, but it didn't say. He was featured because - He's only 24!  He's the youngest mayor that town has ever had.  I wouldn't be surprised if he isn't one of the youngest mayors anywhere currently.  He's a graduate of Cornell (I think.)  He had a tough childhood due to drug addict father, bi-racial background, periods of homelessness.   I mean talk about being someone to make an impact.  Hearing about this guy makes me feel like I'm just taking up space.

Again, I'm not suicidal
............................................................................................................but damn!

Sincerely,
Pharoah

A SMASHing Disaster!

Self,
So I got hooked into watching the new NBC series "SMASH" and honestly I thought it was going pretty well and I liked it.  So I couldnt wait to see Monday's episode.  Not only was I watching just for the sake of watching a show I enjoy, but I had gotten a text from a friend that he may be in one of the scenes as an extra in one of the dance numbers.  Great...I did see my friend and I'm happy for him getting that paycheck! (I'm still waiting on the GAZILLION dollars you owe me for the years of support.) LOL.

That said....I think I'm done watching the show. It looks like it's about to take a turn for the worst. It seems like the writers of the show are going to morph the token ethnic character, Ellis, played by Jaime Cepero) from the sweet innocent-like kid into the character that the show's audience is suppose to hate the most. In Monday night's episode, Ellis stole a notebook from Julia, Debra Messing's character, lied about it to cover his tracks.  After eavesdropping, Ellis is now potentially in a position to blackmail Julia. 

And on top of all that they also now may intend to possibly paint Ellis as being "on the Down Low." Ellis was introduced as possibly being homosexual who may have a crush on Tom who he works for as a personal assistant.  In Monday's episode, Ellis in a bedroom scene scantily clad with the first African-american female character who is also scantily clad, kissing. 

REALLY???

Ok.  I guess this show is meant to be structured like a soap opera, so there is bound to be some shady dirty shenanigans.  Stunts like Milty's character, Ivy Lynn, sleeping with the the play's director, Derek, JUST before she is cast in the role of Marilyn Monroe in the play. However they are leaving her a way out to still be the "good girl" (and liked/loved by the TV viewing audiance) by making it seem that she might actually have feelings for the director and not just a cold calculating woman who will do whatever it takes to get the role she wants. This character stands in opposition to Katharine McPhee's character who REFUSED to sleep with the director out of moral and proffesional ethics.  Ok So they are both appear to be of European descent thus giving the television viewing audiance the balance of the Slut versus the Saint.   However that same balance isn't offered to the viewing audiance in regards to the ethnic character...because basically there is only one which they may have just corrupted!  I don't know if the girl the Ellis was in bed with will be a recurring character but they introduced her as corrupt as well because it was kind of based on her suggestion that Ellis decided to steal the notebook.

 

No one else may have a problem with this but to the writers/producers/casting crew of SMASH I'd like to say, if you are going to criminalize an your token ethnic in a show, you should first make sure you also establish other ethnic characters as upright standing citizens.  The show may get one more episode out of me to see if they redeem themselves...if not I won't watch anymore.


Sincerely,

Pharoah

PS isn't Cepero picture here kinda sexy?