Falling Down.

It's one of those days, folks.

One of those days where, try as I might o do right, it's all coming up wrong.

Woke up late.
Broke my razor.
Missed the 8:30 bus.
8:50 bus got caught in hellacious traffic.
Got to work late.
Boss was trippin' (yeah, I messed up, again).

I wish I could buy me a spaceship and fly, past the sky... This is one of them days that, if I wasn't wrapped too tight, I might just crack. It's indicative of the kind of week I've been having, I just can't do right, can't get it together, can't make the pieces fit in the right holes... even the good has come with bad this week.

My boy Raj says there's no such thing as luck. I often use this logic when I say "bad luck starts with bad ideas and end with their naturally bad conclusions," but damn, yo. Can I get a break for something. Throw me a line here, I'm a little short on optimism and running high on anger right now.

See, this is where women have it easy. Having a rough day? Someone says something you don't like or that's offensive? Just not getting it together? Women can just stop and cry and people see that as a legitimate form on expression. As a man, that shit just don't fly. I'm forced to soldier on and keep the party going even though I'd like to do nothing more than go home, cut off all the lights, and go to sleep until Sunday.

Can't run from your problems though. Gotta face 'em, and with all this manure, there's gotta be a pony around here somewhere.

Topic 5- How much Jesus is too much Jesus?

My coworker listens to gospel music all day, everyday. I can understand one's love and affinity for their Lord and Savior and I often wish I could have so much faith as to be able to subscribe to a religious belief without a hint of sinicism... cutting it short, she loves Jesus, and we know this because she praises him everyday for everything.

Me:"Wow, my mom doesn't have cancer"
Jesusfreakco-worker: "Praise the lord!"

Me: "Whew, good thing we caught this mistake before it went to the client"
Jesusfreakco-worker: "Praise Jee-zus!"

Me: "I just saved a bunch of money on my car insurance"
Jesusfreakco-worker: "The Lord is good!"

I'd be surprised if, when Jesus comes back, he's actually a pretty self affacing guy who doesn't take praise very well...

Long story short, there's a right time and right place to praise the Lord.

Grandma walked again after the stroke? God is good.

Found exact change for a Snicker bar in the astray? Dap me up and keep it movin'.

I'm going to hell, I know. I'm sorry.