I first of all would like to voice my displeasure about the fact that after leaving my iPad on a flight many moons ago, it took them only two weeks (if that) to find my iPad but I never got it back. Even though they said they shipped it several times and every time I checked with them, they said that it was still in their possession and they had no reason why it had not shipped. Keep in mind, it was on me to pay for that shipping via FedEx and I already had an existing FedEx account, so it’s not on FedEx. And it’s not on me. Even though it was my own damn fault for leaving it on the plane in the first place. So, yea. I probably should take responsibility for not having an iPad anymore.
Some bitch that works at a suburban Seattle hotel was very rude to me, so I wrote corporate an eloquent, yet scathing letter, voicing my displeasure with her shitty attitude. I received an automated response from the chain saying that my letter was received. That came about 24 hours after checkout. About 24 hours after that, I got an automated letter from the property manager thanking me for staying there and asking me to let her know if there were any questions, problems or concerns on my end…to contact her directly. Ummmmmmmmmm… Too late. I already sent a letter to corporate blasting the bitch at the front desk for her bitchiness. Damn. THAT is why I *NORMALLY* wait a bit to cool and gather my thoughts before moving forward with letters and phone calls. But this particular time, shit caught me on a bad day. There had/has been some stress in my life lately with some family stuff and then…good news/bad news…kinda… family…”stuff.” Yea. Not the stretch to TRY to talk down to me. Not the person to talk down to. I am pretty good with words and pretty good with retaliating using words to my advantage. I have a degree in radio, television & film but my FIRST declared major was journalism and THEN, I switched my major to English and THEN, I got bounced for too much playing Tron at the student union and too many parties, paired with not enough going to class and not enough studying…and then…in my mid-late 20’s, I returned to school to go on to graduate, ultimately going on to have a pretty rewarding career in TV. Both behind the scenes as well as putting in a *little* bit of work in front of the camera back in the late 1990’s. Hmmmmmmmmm… LOL!!! And NO. I’m NOT talking about porn! ;)
Continuing, switching gears: LeBron James. I’m SO obsessed with his greatness that I neglected to check in for my NONSTOP flight from Seattle to BWI (on the aforementioned Southwest Airlines), so I ended up in the middle seat. C group. Do I care? No. Not really. What I *do* care about is LeBron winning another ring. He wills his team to win (and what did he have a 37/18/13 night after starting 0-10???) I am behind the scenes, willing HIM to will THEM to VICTORY. I swear to god, people are reading my shit. SPORTS WRITERS are READING my shit. They are all now saying what I’VE been saying for a while: He makes his teammates better. THAT’S what makes him BEYOND special. THAT’S what makes him the king. I enjoy Curry but LeBron has been there and done that and has quite the collection of tee shirts. Finals loss. Finals victories. Finals loss. In that order. Just last year, he lost. To the San Antonio Spurs. And Delly. Delly, Delly, Delly. As some young chick on twitter said just today: “Delly has a lot of haters, which means he must be doing something right.” I think Chef Curry is the real deal but in the end…experience over youth. Just like last year. Only THIS year, Father Time will be played by LeBron James. LOL!!! Cavs in seven. (I really should take that bet to Vegas.)
Amtrak. I did a lot of train travel over the last two weeks and I can not say enough how sorry I am. For the victims. The families. The engineer who was driving the train. Tragic.
Well, I was GOING to go ahead and talk about Game Of Thrones but I won’t. I’m going to stop. I will only say that last night’s episode was so far beyond intense. It was…man…wow…man…
I’m heading home for a while. Will be touching base from time to time to share my thoughts.
If you’re black and you’re living in the inner city? Or as we affectionately refer to it as: Da Hood??? Watch your ass. There are many, many, MANY cops out there that want to see you dead. So, tread likely or you WILL end up being a casualty. Sure as the sun sets in the west and money don’t grow in gardens, LOL!!!
(I should have written: doesn’t grow, as opposed to don’t. But there is a time to wear the grammar nazi hat and there is a time to keep it real. And I’m crankin’ this bad boy up to 100 and speaking in a language that my brothers and sisters can understand! LOL!!!)
Peace and week old cooking grease…
K • Dubz