My Momma and the Sad Old Loser

AIGHT

been a while... but something happened to me yesterday that made me want to pull out a bat and smash random cars! and never grow old and senile! but before yesterday...

...Was a nice calm Saturday nite and Sunday doing homework at my house in South Jersey. For all you suckas out there that don't love your mom, you are pieces of trash. Unless your mom burned you with cigarettes or locked you in the cupboard like Harry Potter, or beat you like Papa Joe did Michael... than you have no excuse! Love your mom and treat her rite! My mom is the coolest and most best friend in my life. Sure she drives me crazy and does some Momish things, (like calling me at 6:57AM because she thought of reminding me that I should schedule a dentist appointment ...*sigh*... her excuse was she didn't want to forget so she called me as soon as the thought entered her mind) BUT I can talk to her about ANYthing and openly too. We talk about my school, my troubles, my relationship with God, my sex life... anything. That's my mom you suckas!

noooooow.... on to the morning that was Monday. Alright, so I got a ticket last week as I posted in my last entry. Yesterday morning I go to take my rent check and drop it off at the mailbox on the street. I live in Bloomfield and there's never any parking on the street, so I park on the corner of this building and run out my car real quick and put it in the mailbox. I get back in my car and wait for about 5 min looking behind me waiting to pull out into the street. Mind you, I'm parked on the outside corner of a building, up against the side of it parallel, so I couldn't see anybody parked on the other side of the wall running perpendicular to mine. So this OLD PATHETIC GEEZER backs up the SAME TIME as I do and we tap. When i say "tap", I literally mean TAP. This old guy gets out his car and starts getting all upset -

- while I was struggling to see more than a paint scratch. No dent. No dent, at all. On either of our cars!

So he begins to cry! Yes he begins to cry!!!! I wanted to tell that BN to buck the fuck up. lol... We exchange info and I tell him we can cover each other without using the insurance companies (evil people) and we both go on.

What I failed to understand is why people sweat their cars!? I mean c'mon. Its a giant piece of metal BUILT to sustain some damage. That's why we DRIVE it. IT IS MACHINERY!!!! NOT A TOY! NOT JEWELRY! NOT CLOTHING! People swear their cars make statements about them. When I'm driving the last thing I'm thinking about is how nice your car looks, and if I do, its for about 20 seconds, and then I'm back to the road minding my business. You are a pathetic loser if you sweat a paint scratch on your car. I'd get more angry over sneakers or clothing marks because people actually encounter me in those things. If I had a bangin ass suit and nice shoes lookin all fly n whatnot, who CARES about my car. Potential friends, mates, business clients, etc, are not waiting outside the building watching me pull up and judging me. They are interacting with me once I enter in the building.

GOOD LORD, don't ever let me get that sad when I'm old and all I've got left is a 2002 Thunderbird to be proud of!!!

Rotten Cheese and Vegetable Filling

Like the flavor of the filling in my title, my past week has been a pretty nasty one to me.

FIRST 

I go to blockbuster last sunday or monday and get two movies off my momma's blockbuster dvd pass or sumthin (You know the thing where you can take out any two movies at any time for however long you like). Well I get my movies and then I see this new spanish cafe` type restaurant next to it called MANGOS (DON"T GO THERE YOU WILL FIND OUT WHY MOMENTARILY) and decide to check it out. I walk in the spot and decide to order some chicken lentil soup. I was already skeptical cuz there's like an 8 year old taking my order and what looks to be a 12 year old making my soup in the back. I wait like 10-15 min for this damn soup and finally get it in this styrofoam cup-bowl. I get in my car and drive home. When I get home I hand the bag to my girl and she tells me its wet on the bottom and kind of dripping. I ignore it cuz we're in the street bout to walk up to my house. The moment I step on the doorstep this soup melts through its styrofoam bottom and the bag and regurgitates all in its insides on my NEW SNEAKERS!!!!! I have never wanted to poke the eyes out of a dumb spanish 8 year old and 12 year old girl but the urge slowly swelled in me. MORAL = DON"T GO TO MANGOS THOSE IDIOTS DON"T KNOW HOW TO PACKAGE SOUP TO GO

SECOND

I unfortunately got a speeding ticket on the way up from south jersey back to my apartment. Fuckin pigs!  

Just kidding I respect cops a lot, but in all honesty, screw that one cop who caught me.

THIRD

I'm getting out of shape and I realized this when I played basketball yesterday. My wrist hurt from snowboarding in the Alps over vacation (falling on it too much) and I got all kinda foot problems. On a positive note I can still grab rim! Maybe one day i'll dunk but not this week because I'm too angry to focus on dunking.

LAST

SCHOOL IS ABOUT TO START. OH NO.

The Vanilla Filling

So I was at school this past semester, and I often stopped by the Student Information Desk. There was this lady there named Juanita. She has this blog called Cocoa Dulce CocoaBeChillin and I liked it. I in fact liked it so much, it started me on the path to my own. So I sat there and we both tried to come up with a name (plenty bad ones), and I finally landed at Vanilla Dooba.

Why the name? Who are you Vanilla Dooba? Where are you coming from with your no-bloggin-ass tryna start a blog!?

Well I am a student in college with a million thoughts a day and I make people laugh and people make me laugh and now the internet can laugh with us. On the flip - I also make people mad and people make me mad and now the internet can be angry with us. I am mixed (black and british) so I am the Vanilla Dooba. I am a dancer, music producer, performer, and grand dickhead to those who don't like me! You know oreo's got the vanilla filling and so do I. Lying between most things is the filling, whether it be a cookie, cake, story, tooth, or day.

My blog is going to be the filling to my days. Try a taste.