Frozen.....For 2 months

Apparently, I have been frozen like David Blaine by my man G-Mo and wasn’t allowed to post another blog until I “thawed” myself by posting this blog. I guess technically I could have but I want to abide by the bloggers code since I am new to this. Well, thanks for the inspiration G.
Here are the rules:



-Link the person who tagged you.-Mention the rules in your blog.



-Tell about 6 unspectacular quirks of yours.



-Tag 6 following bloggers by linking them.



-Leave a comment on each of the tagged blogger's blogs letting them know they've been tagged


6 Quirks


1. I hate people sitting behind me on the Metro. Ok, some of you are probably saying to yourself “I wish I could get a seat on the Metro”. But I have been spoiled. Riding the Green Line in from Greenbelt in the morning, I’m among the first people on the train. And if I time it right, I can catch the 7:30 am 8 car train and it’s usually only 4 or 5 people in the last car with me. So then, why is it that someone will come and sit directly behind me when there are seats available everywhere else on the train? It pisses me off and I’ll usually move. Not before I ice grill the person who invaded my personal space first. Now when the train is crowded, I don’t care, but if it’s not damn it gimmie my buffer zone.


2. I randomly say rap lyrics to myself out loud. I can be chilling in the house playing Madden, driving, at work, or on the Metro and I will just blurt out a random rap lyric. As a matter of fact this morning when I woke up I said out loud “Rich bitch shit, drinkin Cristal till they piss the shit UNHHH” Notorious B.I.G (You’re Nobody Till Somebody Kills You). One of my favorite lines to recite “Wake up in the morning got the yearning for herb” Channel Live (Mad Izm). I just hope I never blurt that out loud at work.


3. Like the dude that froze me G-Mo, I’m a pack rat (or boxer) too. I don’t have much stuff from the 80’s (my mom threw a lot of my stuff away) I still have my 2 way pager from the days of FAMU. I also have my first Redskin’s shirt with my name on it. I still have old college acceptance letters, SAT scores, and velour sweat suits. I’d still have my big ass WWF wrestling glass with Hulk Hogan, Junk Yard Dog, Rowdy Roddy Piper, and Nickoli Volkoff on it and my Redskins Super Bowl XXII victory mug but some bitchass broke in my crib while I was in the process of moving and stole both of them. Yes, that’s all they took. Then again, that’s all that was left. That and a cable modem but I guess when they plugged it in and it didn’t start playing go-go music the thief felt it was of no value.


4. I crack my knuckles obsessively. About every 2 minutes. There is a myth that cracking your knuckles will give you arthritis but it as to be false or my fingers would look like they had been beaten with a sledge hammer.

5. I have a crazy memory. I am terrible with faces and directions, but pointless trivia and little insignificant details of my life I am great at remembering. I can remember my pediatrician Dr. Familot’s waiting room having 2 seating sections: Sick as a Dog, and Healthy as a Horse. I remember my white friend Nathan singing the Hall and Oates song “Out of Touch” but he was saying “Piranha Touch”. I can go on for days about the dumb shit I remember.

6. I laugh for what seems to be no reason at all, but it’s actually because I am thinking about something funny that happened. I do it all the time. I caught myself doing it at the grocery store the other day. I was in line and was thinking about the time when my drunk cousin fell at Christmas dinner, right after the prayer was finished. It was “Amen”, and then she hit the floor like Flo-Rida. And the worst part was, it happened right by me so I had to be the Good Samaritan and help her up. This happened over five years ago, but anytime I think about it I just start laughing out loud.

I'm going to freeze the followin people, but since I'm new to the blogging world they will probably pay me no attention. Hell, they probably don't know who I am:

Metro Man
Bag Lady
Imnotarolemodel
Chris Cooley
Dhaani-James
Field-Negro