I'm sorry to say I never got hip to this 360 bs. The only time I check in lately is to check in to say peace and apologize for never gettin back to nobody. No disrespect but 360 is lame. And myspace is gettin to be that way, too. But damn, at least I feel the obligation to check those msgs every now and then.
Yo, I checked in today and had 83 expired invites. My bad, not iggin you, iggin this lame 360 mess. Nuttin personal. But 'cha, ain't that serious. But my link to myspace is still on my blast. Hit me there. Or lemme bust yo @ss on Y! Fantasy MLB. My apologies; I'll still be checkin in when I have absolutely nothin to do. That's it for me today. Get "lit"erate, y'all.
Yours Truly--- Al P.J.
Yo, I got this from Will. How sad our country has become. I would send it out but forwarding is dead. BLOG will reach more... n then u forward the link to the blog; how redundant.
At first I thought this was funny...
then I realized the awful truth of it.
Be sure to read all the way to the end!
Tax his land,
Tax his bed,
Tax the table
At which he's fed.
Tax his tractor,
Tax his mule,
Teach him taxes
Are the rule.
Tax his cow,
Tax his goat,
Tax his pants,
Tax his coat.
Tax his ties,
Tax his shirt,
Tax his work,
Tax his dirt.
Tax his tobacco,
Tax his drink,
Tax him if he
Tries to think.
Tax his cigars,
Tax his beers,
If he cries, then
Tax his tears.
Tax his car,
Tax his gas,
Find other ways
To tax his ass.
Tax all he has
Then let him know
That you won't be done
Till he has no dough.
When he screams and hollers,
Then tax him some more,
Tax him till
He's good and sore.
Then tax his coffin,
Tax his grave,
Tax the sod in
Which he's laid.
Put these words
upon his tomb,
"Taxes drove me
to my doom..."
When he's gone,
Do not relax,
Its time to apply
The inheritance tax.
Accounts Receivable Tax
Building Permit Tax
CDL license Tax
Cigarette Tax
Corporate Income Tax
Dog License Tax
Federal Income Tax
Federal Unemployment Tax (FUTA)
Fishing License Tax
Food License Tax,
Fuel permit tax
Gasoline Tax (42 cents per gallon)
Hunting License Tax
Inheritance Tax
Interest expense
Inventory tax
IRS Interest Charges IRS Penalties (tax on top of tax)
Liquor Tax
Luxury Taxes
Marriage License Tax
Medicare Tax
Property Tax
Real Estate Tax
Service charge taxes
Social Security Tax
Road usage taxes
Sales Tax
Recreational Vehicle Tax
School Tax
State Income Tax
State Unemployment Tax (SUTA)
Telephone federal excise tax
Telephone federal universal service fee tax
Telephone federal, state and local surcharge taxes
Telephone minimum usage surcharge tax
Telephone recurring and non-recurring charges tax
Telephone state and local tax
Telephone usage charge tax
Utility Taxes
Vehicle License Registration Tax
Vehicle Sales Tax
Watercraft registration Tax
Well Permit Tax
Workers Compensation Tax
Not one of these taxes existed 100 years ago,
and our nation was the most prosperous in the world.
We had absolutely no national debt,
had the largest middle class in the world,
and Mom stayed home to raise the kids.
What happened?
And I still have to "press 1" for English!
I hope this goes around the world 10 times...
AYO, YO, YO!!!!!
Wow, here's another try at this bloggin on some real shit now.
OK so my one of my biggest fears is lookin stupid; that is in my own eyes, cos I really could give a fuck about what others think of me. But if I make myself look like an asshole and even I notice, WELL that's some pretty dumb shit, ain't it?
Ya know, I prolly have no point other than actually postin something to my blog, but on the real, I've prolly missed out on a lot of things in life for sake of lookin like a jackass.
For instance, (little example but meaningful to me, nonetheless) 'Ight so I'm probably pretty linguistically proficient but for sake of not gettin my point across poignantly, I have the tendency to replace the word that represents my point with a more familiar word less demanding or meaningful.
Even not knowing my native language I blame to my ppl not pointing and laughing when I screw up and say the wrong thing. If I wanted to, I could speak Tagalog (the Filipino Language), Spanish or French fluently. I'm able to understand them but when I talk, whether or not I'm correct or not, I jus feel less confident.
Damn, that was a gay ass example. But check it, I feel like, yo, imma get my point across no matter how I put it. Don't feel like u ain't gettin my point right now tho, cos I really don't think I have one.
Well, let's see (tryna slide in a point here), what I'm gettin at is, I feel like I could have, and still could, accomplish anything I wanted to BUT my fears have probably kept me from attaining those goals. And even as much as I've matured since setting those goals, I feel that recognizing and overcoming my fears has been a war within itself.
U know how they say ignorance is bliss? Well, it's the truth (a point I could come back to a thousand times and still wouldn't get old). Having lived life without ever knowing these fears, I'm sure most ppl wouldn't have as much emotional stress as they do. And sometimes I wonder if there was any point in time that keeping myself unexposed from these such things that provoked fear in my childhood, would I have been so worried about them now? Or maybe if I had overcome these fears as a child, would they be so intimidating now?
Well I ask these questions now not because I think I have the ability to go back and change anything. Shit, I feel like they've made me who I am and such a strong person, but my shorty jus turned six. He's not like other kids, but I guess that's true in any parents eyes. But he's afraid of heights, afraid of the slide, afraid of falling. He's stressed and I can see it. At six. I don't remember being like this, now I'm sure I was scared of the dark or spiders or something, but I feel like his fears are keepin him from enjoyin his childhood. It bothers me. I credit my pops for always being able to "be a man about it" LMAO but u know what I mean. And I'm a single parent, my son's pops ain't around. His choice. But whateva. Hard to raise a boy to become a man, without a real man around him. (A story within itself truly, but I've digressed from my point. We'll go there later.)
I have talks with him about overcoming his fears but dude, he's six. Life shouldn't be that heavy at this point. I don't think it's fair to him. He won't catch a ball for fear of gettin hit, or go down the slide. I watch other kids and they do as they do, no inhibitions, not even in there minds yet. Bliss. But my son has an old mind.
He is a little me, like really little. Now we have talks about not giving up but that's not the problem, it's the getting started part. He's pretty good about the not giving up part but having him start is the hard part cos just like mama, he has a fear of failing. He looks at something with the mindset like why do it if imma do it wrong.
Am I diggin too much? Probably, but then I don't know what to say. I mean, I just went him to live life and be a kid like he's supposed to be, not some grown, stern, stubborn, unhappy, miserable old goat. I don't ever want him to look back one day after feeling the biggest thrill in his life and then be like, "Damn, what else did I miss all them years?" Nah mean?
Well, uh, I am not really askin for feedback, although it's welcome. (but if u jus openin ur mouf to be sayin somethin, don't think u won't get 86'd, buddy; Just cos I'm finally talking doesn't mean I'm friendly all of the sudden.)
I'm just usin this to vent, ya heard? Writing is my medium. Whether what I write has any content, it's jus what I do. With that, I'm out, thx for ya time. HOLLA- AL P J