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Possible Side Effects On Wednesday: Drowsiness, Frustration, and Sour Stomach.

tumblr_mr8hiftLcU1qzjbrao1_400sitting here,
doing over my resume and looking at all these jobs ive had,
i’m completely over it.
the thought of working for another bullshit ass company again makes me absolutely sick.
thinking back to my old job and being a slave…
i’m not with it.
i do need to find something tho,
but i want to work doing something i love.
doing retail or a desk job at a company not associated with entertainment?
no thanks.
i’m sure that sounds stupid.
you may look at me like i’m crazy.
i’m looking at myself like scorned.
there must be another way.
i want to put ads on my site,
but i don’t want to promote porn.
i’m not trying to have ads for puppy chow or ebt cards.
i reached out to andrew christian for underwear ads,
but they aren’t doing direct advertisement at this time.
only affiliates.
i dunno why this can’t be easier.
i feel stuck at a cross roads like my car broke down so now i gotta walk.
god seems to have this prayer on hold or something.
i hate not knowing what to do.
jesus be a blessing,
a sponsor,
or a pit bull of an agent.

something.
i’m kinda frustrated today,
but i still hold on to hope.
is that crazy?

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Maybe The Bad Guys In the Disney Movies Were Onto Something?

were they just misunderstood?
was cruella de vil just a woman with expensive taste?
was ursula just trying to play match maker for ariel and eric?
what about captain hook?
was he just minding his business when a bunch of flying brats took over his boat?

well shit,
i know one thing?
i learned today!

how much is it this time?
hell i lost count.
same story.
i became cool with someone,
was there for them on their lowest…
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Oh Where, Oh Where Did My D/L Wolf Go?

Is this the constant theme in Fox/Wolf relations?

You meet.
Exchange numbers.
He gases your head up like a helium balloon of what you want to hear.
Do the dilly dally waiting game dance dance.

And then,
after all the dust settles,
the Wolf shows he is just like every other Wolf.

God forbid you give him a little tail in between…

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