Get to know me....

1. We have to post these rules before we give you the facts.

2. Players start with eight random facts/habits about themselves.

3. People who are tagged need to write their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.

4. At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.

5. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.


Yeah....Like Shug said I'm all flattered and shit cause I got tagged and yeah....I have put damn near my whole life in this damn thing, so its gonna be hard to do this

Aaaaawwwww....Henh ih go!!

1. Aight....the shitty job I had in Texas that I left to go back to school....Well.......I was really quitting before they fired me.....and actually...they told me that I had to leave before I told them I was gonna leave, so....no I wasn't fired, but had I stayed there past them 60 days I would have been. Yeah, I was that shitty of an employee and I knew it. I just could not get myself to do shit because I hated the job. I started thejob with passion and desire to do good, but I just wasn't a good fit, and could not get myself motivated to make flour and supervise a bunch of country ass Texans making flour. I'm pretty embarassed over losing that job, but it helped me to grow up a lot going through that shit......that and living a life of being broke while I tried to do the school thing for a year.

2. I want a motorcycle, but I am not gonna get one until after finish paying off my car...then I'll be the quintessintial man with a car, a truck, and a bike.

3. Sometimes I develop little crushes on chicks whose blogs I read. I mean, shit......I love raw confident women.....when folks (men or women) blog they are more their pure uninhibited un-apologetic here I am...Fuck you!! selves. I like women like that. If you think I am weird for catching crushes on lady bloggers then FUCK YOU......

4. I got some fucked up looking toes....toe nails especially

5. I am convinced that I fart much more than the average human being

6. I not only have a few grey hairs in my facial hair, I also have one in my left nostril and a grey eyelash over my left eye

7. I am really afraid of becoming an old lonely man with no family.......like my manager

8. I feel bad for flirting with girls and getting them to dig me just because I feel like I can and then have absolutely no intentions on even getting their number.


Aight, so there it is......I am really not known....or know many bloggers to tag or that actually read my joint, but what the hizzell.. (and Shug would have been one that I would have tagged)

1. Them 2 Kitties over at anonymouscox.blogspot.com
2. That nigga Slish over at slishslash.blogspot.com (That nigga's shit is now only open to invited peoples now....damn, his shit was hella interesting) If yall are one of his readers tell him to invite your boy
3. That chick Nikki at iniquitous1.blogspot.com. She nasty, be talking bout sucking that Kack on the regular.....the BULLY likes...and her shit is all poetic like full of super colorful ass metaphors and shit...she is good.
4. The SexyTxGirl....I just like her name
5. My girl Tiff

I feel strong

Despite the sore throat, slight burning in my ear canal/sinuses, slight cough, and a headache the BULLY feels strong. I just feel plain out good. Real talk….I have been training pretty consistantly for the past few weeks. I’m running a mile and a half 2-3 times a week (its only been 2 times cause stuff keeps coming up) in the morning and doin’ other stuff on the off days and in the evenings.

The most significant source of my feeling of greatness is that I am sorta pissed at a couple of females.

You know what….if it wasn’t for problems with females, then I wouldn’t have any dealings with them at all. It must be me.

Anyway, I’m a little frustrated with Bi-chick. Nothing has happened, but I don’t ever get to see her. I saw more of her when she was seeing that other dude…some punk ass musician. On the real, we aren’t in any sort of relationship, aren’t going to be. She is getting ready to move to Atlanta in a few weeks. She works two jobs, has some other joints that she does on the side, like make up and some sort of low level music lable or something like that….she manages cats. She works 6-7 days a week between the two jobs, I’m guessing 60-70 hours a week. She kept her younger siblings for a week or so, I do a lot of shit on the weekends (last weekend Atl, this weekend Jacksonville…..in the next couple of weekends I gotta hit up Panama City Beach……I always end up with plans of some sort). I get busy, she is always busy. We don’t even fuck each other. We play around, pat and tickle here and there…sneaky nasty stuff in public. I just really enjoy hanging with her cocky smart ass havin’ ass. ……….I guess the BULLY misses her ol’ mixed ass….well half way miss her. The BULLY doesn’t do white girls…not really.

The other female is THE EX. Why do I continue to kick it with this broad? Something always ends up happening that I deem as kinda fucked up in one way shape or form. Maybe she just likes to keep me around for Steve….and my tongue……and to be taken out from time to time. She says “I love you.” When we get off the phone sometimes, and shit like that, but then fucked actions still happen. Case in point. I invited her out Tuesday night to come out with some friends. One of em is a homegirl that is bout to move to Tampa…I’ll call her the owner of my vacation spot in Tampa. We have been planning to cook some deer meat on the grill forever, but this was going to be the last chance. She ends up deciding to go do it at the big BIG breasted light skinned Jamaican girls (we have met before) place cause they were having a much larger cook out.

Anyway….THE EX comes to the cookout and ends up linking up with some dude that she meets there. I mean, yeah she will probably say something like “Well he was talking to me….” Type stuff, but she was flirting back and being very receptive. She spoke with that cat way waaaaaay more than me. I mean, yeah, I stopped trying to acknowledge her once I saw what was going on (and that was real quick). She made a couple of week ass attempts to come and patronize me some….well once or twice. Like she came out and spoke to me and grabbed my ass said a few words, then went back in to talk to that cat some more. Then when I told her I was leaving she wanted to give me the pouty face…..like she was really gonna miss me while she was all up under that tall Nigga. Your boy is hot right now. Thinking about this shit. That was hella fucked up to me. I know we aren’t together and I know you are gonna talk to dudes and shit, but don’t do that shit in front of me at something that I invited your ass to…..I invited you to kick it with me and my friends….not random tall nigga.

I mean, we were laying in the bed that morning cuddling. I had to leave to let my dog, Keysha, out of her kennel so she could piss and shit, and you are holding me like “I don’t want you to go yet…” and then turn around and do me like that…..like the BULLY is just some sillyass side bitch. FUCK ALL OF THAT!!!


I’m bout to leave work and go train. (Train right after I pick up some food for Keysha and a funnel to use when I re-up my truck with transmission fluid….damn transmission fluid leak.)


-RAGING BULL

Yyyoooo

So, yep, it’s the day after the fourth of Julie. The fourth of Julie is one of those holidays that don’t matter all that much to me, but I like to have the day off. They might as well gave us the last half of the week off cause niggas aint doin shit.

I just weighed myself a few minutes ago. Your boy is down to about 253-254 from 266-268. I am starting to feel a little lighter. I can’t wait till I am under 250 while fully dressed. These big ass work boots and pocket knife and big heavy ass jeans and stuff really add up. But, yeah, the 240’s range is when I start getting excited. I am usually pretty good at 245. I really want to drop to 230-220. Straight drastic. I’m looking to drop a good 40 some pounds…..never thought I would be this out of shape. Well, maybe I am not all that out of shape, but kinda. Some of yall know me. Yall be looking at your boy on facebook….and some be lookin on the myspace joint. So, even though your boy was damn near 300lbs you know that it wasn’t all that bad. But compared to where I have been it was damn bad.

I have two reasons for wanting to drop the weight. I want to do it for the health and fitness reasons. I’ll be healthier…I’ve changed the whole lifestyle. I’ll be able to be more fit cause it will be easier for me to do more stuff. It aint easy being 260lbs. and try to do stuff. I weigh too much to do finger tip push-ups. I doubt that I could climb a rope without using my legs, and I just don’t fit in to many places. The other reason is the broads. When you are 260lbs, the only broads you pull are deuces. Not 2 on the richter scale, I’m tonbout broads that are deuce…deuce and a half…..Damn, that’s a big bitch big. I think they like me cause I make them feel smaller and they want to sleep with a dude, atleast once in their life, that can manhandle their big asses.

Don’t get me wrong, I got love for big broads. I ‘d take big fat chick before a skinny chick, but your boy really kinda likes them thick atheletic types. You know 140-160 if you are 5’3”-5’8” or 160-180 if you are up to around 6 ft or so. You got a little size, but not much. I was pullin’em like that when I was a rippling 235-245. Your boy aint rippling right now…might not ever be rippling again, and that’s cool. I will be fine. Matter of fact, I would be good right now if it wasn’t for this midsection. It will get there. 20-25 more pizzounds. Folks are starting to notice the slimmage too.

Oh, my, I just thought about it. I’m gonna be all slim, so my belly aint gonna be bumping on booty whilst I get my stoke on, and I am gonna have all of this endurance from the running I am doing…….and my junk is harder…and maybe a little bigger when I am in good shape too. Yessss, the bedroom BULLY will be back in full ef-fuckin-fizzect. Fa reeeeeaaaaallllll.


-the BULLY