Diary Of A Happy Black Man

For real i'm ready. Looking tight, got my hair right, i'm ready. Thanks for all the knowledge and kindness you put on me today, that shit was beautiful. If things go good, i'll let you know. If things go bad, i'll let you know.

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Just got me thinking bout all kinds of devilish things I want to do later tonight with Sarah.

Ladies and Gents, The lovely Kelly Clarkson. Now all I need is a table, and i'm good to go! WOOT

Work. Like I even want to talk about fucking work.

It was crazy last night for real though. First, about 7, I got my usual lot of what I call the Business man's special hour. The men in this town wound up so tight that if you pushed in a pin in their arm they'd blow up. I'm pretty sure that most of them would iron their motherfucking skin and hair to match their clothes if they could. It's ridiculous, in my opinion, on a fucking Wednesday night to be looking to impress anybody with your clothes when all you are is an old fat hateful motherfucker anyway that won't drop more than a fucking dollar in the tip cup on a good day just blows my mind. I'm not saying don't try and look right, people gotta stay sharp and all. All i'm saying is that DAMN niggas! It's WEDNESDAY. You ain't gettin laid on a fucking Wednesday night looking like you just got out of a board meeting.

That part got even worse when one of the guys started to get a little too much in his system. He kept raising his voice the drunker he got and at one point, he actually yelled to me, "Hey boy, get me another Jack and Coke please". It took me about 3 seconds to decide that kicking his old cracka ass would get me fired, so I just shrugged it off, typical fucking ignorance. So the night was the same old boring shit until about 10 or so.

This girl i've been feeling really hard came up in there with a couple of her friends and sat at the end of the bar in these 3 seats close to the end. She is the reason i'm using the silhouette pic for my user icon today, she was smoking with curves like that. I've noticed her coming around a lot more in the last 3 or 4 weeks. I've been thinking about getting with her for a minute, and last night, she was just looking so good I couldn't take it anymore. As every man on earth will tell you though, she was with her friends and I knew that trying to holla at her in that situation was going to get me nowhere. We kept trading winks and smiles all night, nothing out of the ordinary for a drunken patron and her bartender, right?

She got up to go to the bathroom I guess, and that was the only time I knew for sure I could get her alone. I told my hetero life mate (gotta love Jay and Silent Bob) Raja, who also works with me, that I was going downstairs to tap a new keg of Bud, which I was. Of course, that wasn't why I really left my station. I saw her walking, watching those hips and dips hypnotized me. I don't know if I walked or floated over to her. I didn't feel in control of myself or anything. I couldn't hear other people talking, nothing. I know that's weird, but true. I finally got her alone.

We chatted it up for a sec about this that and the third. Found out she works as a writer.

None of that is even interesting. What is, is that i'm going out with her on Friday. She is down for a little bit of clubbing and a movie. Hopefully Friday or Saturday sometime i'll have something interesting to write about that.

Video here!