Well it looks as though I am going to have a BBQ free Memorial Day and that sucks.’ Another day of omelettes and popcorn it seems!

I want to give a shout out to all the people in the armed services right now, and especially to the people who have lost loved ones in the various conflicts. I may disagree with Bush on having us over there, but that shouldn’t be confused for being ungrateful to those who choose to serve and protect us in the armed forces. I for one am very thankful for those who are honorably serving our country in various capacities!

I’m sitting here in my mother’s family room and I turned the TV on. They have Direct TV here so I could have watched just about anything, but what do I find myself watching?

I watched The Georgia Gang, this show with a panel of 5 middle aged to almost dying (mostly conservative) columnists who discuss various political issues. Then I started to watch the Channel 2 Action News.

Now you have to understand, that in the 22 years I lived in Atlanta I would have rather have watched some cartoon I hated, than to have watched a panel show like The Georgia Gang, let alone watch it intently and rather enjoy it. What is this a sign of? Am I getting too old?

Anyway, I don’t want to think of that anymore. Yesterday I went to lunch with my sisters after getting my cell phone turned back on at Cingular. Then I watched this hilarious show on Nicktoons called Invader Zim (my mom was like, “what are you cracking up at??”). Then I hung out with my friend Lyndsey for the rest of the day. We went over to a friend of her godmother’s house and we had a good time. We were going to watch Shrek (the original on DVD) but we were both too tired.

Which brings me to now, I have clean clothes, and I’m about to head back to the 6-1-5. I hope I can find a BBQ tomorrow!

I’ll be there in about 4 hours. I’ll be back tomorrow afternoon. I’m sure not too many people will miss me!

When I was growing up in Atlanta, this one DJ for V-103 (I think it was Jerry Smoking B) used to say that every Friday several times.

So I am sitting here listening to this Cam’Ron “Purple Haze” album. Say what you will about Cam’Ron, his flow is original and his production is solid. So what if he’s not talking about much, not too many rappers nowadays are. It’s a solid album though.

Andrea J. was fussing at me cuz I didn’t name names for the dinner at Macaroni Grill so here goes. I hope I don’t forget anyone. Doris, Jeralyn (the two that originated the idea), Andrea J., Heather, Melani, Melantha, Tiffany, Julian, TaTa, and P.J.. I think that’s it. So there you go Miss Absolüt.

I made another omelette this morning, I put hot sauce on that joint. It was great.

Did anyone watch the Laker’s game last night? No not really? Well next game (tomorrow) please try and watch and pay CLOSE attention to the TERRIBLE suits that Craig Sager wears. Tuesday’s game I was posting on a forum about how funny Shaq’s post game interviews usually are, and RIGHT when I pressed “post”, Shaq tells Sager, “That is a HORRIBLE suit by the way, you should be ashamed.” I almost died! Sager has been wearing bad suits ALL season. He looks like a cross between Austin Powers and Fredo Corleone (from Godfather, cuz I know alot of my readers don’t have a frame of reference for that one).

That’s all for now.

Today is the OJ’s birthday. It’s also the estranged homie Drea’s birthday as well. Happy day to both of them.

Next week on the 2nd (I got it right this time!) is Andrea J.’s and the 3rd is my boy Panama Jackson’s.

I’m forgetting some I know. I’m sure they will let me know in the comments. But at any rate it’s Gemini Season and that’s the main point.

Check out the 21 Simpson Quote salute I got from Max at Bolivion.com. It’s funny. Almost as funny as OJ’s latest spelling mistake.

I joined the TelevisionWithoutPity.com forums. Finally people who are as obsessed with minute details of TV shows as I am!

All in all I had a good day…

Geoff came by with all of the liquor he had left in his house….we took tequila shots (I thought for 10 seconds I was going to die)….and we drank beer and green apple vodka with lemonade….

then I went to Macaroni Grill with some friends….we had fun….I ate Lasagna of course….

Came home and watched the game….

All in all it was relatively stress free….I ranted a bit to a few people and I’m glad they patiently endured…..

I had some scotch also at some point….

I have a nice buzz going….

I’m going to do some cart races on hobowars and go to bed….

Damn I’m 25…..

*sigh* It’s all downhill from here…..

TheKillaCal: I’ve had a stress free day so far
O.com: well nigga you deserve one….
O.com: so tell me…
O.com: how does it feel… to have your birthday be on the eve of the greatest day since the late 70’s
O.com: ??
O.com: your birthday is on national oj observance day eve nigga lol….
TheKillaCal: LMAO!!!
TheKillaCal: THIS NIGGA HERE!!
TheKillaCal: LMAO!
TheKillaCal: I’m posting this
O.com: LMAO
O.com: LMAO!!!!!!

He is pain eternally because I will always be a day older than him. FOREVER!

This made me laugh though.

The first person to call me this morning was Radiance. She had good positive things to say to me as she always does. I’m thankful for her.

Then I talked to Eulus. He had e-mailed me much earlier telling me how he was going to call, but knew I would be asleep. He was correct. I appreciate that about him.

I made myself an omelette with mexican blended cheese and some chicken breast that was intended for sandwich meat. It was good!

I am trying to avoid stress today, let’s see how successful it is!

Thank you to everyone who has wished me a happy birthday thus far!

Welp, it’s my birthday…and Cingular has decided it was the perfect time to cut off my service….

Off to a great start eh?

On the flip side, my baby sister Che called me at exactly midnight Atlanta time to wish me a happy birthday….she was the first

All the people at 730 were really nice too….and all my AIM buddies….and especially Arie!

I’m about to go to bed….

1:53 Central
Undisclosed Location

The Killa Cal walks in flanked by the bodyguards from the Rick James Episode of Chappelle’s Show. He’s wearing a hooded robe with his face obscured by shadows. He has a new spokeswoman. She approaches the podium first.

Spokeswoman: As you know today is National Killa Cal Day Eve. The day before the greatest day of each year for all of humankind. The Killa Cal will be taking questions until he is tired of taking questions and then he will leave.

*The Killa Cal approaches and removes the hood….it appears he hasn’t shaved for days and he has his glasses on*

Spokeswoman: First question.
Reporter: What’s wrong Killa, where have you been?
The Killa Cal: I’ve been at home doing questions. 150 a day.

Spokeswoman: Next question.
Reporter: What are you doing tomorrow?
The Killa Cal: Nothing at all. I will be unplugging my phone and moving back and forth between my bed where I’ll be doing questions and the computer. I’ll probably do more tonight.

Spokewoman: Next question.
Reporter: What are you doing tonight?
The Killa Cal: I’m glad you asked. I’m going to finish off this bottle of Captain Morgans Spiced Rum and this bottle of Dewars Scotch around midnight. Hopefully I’ll be good and drunk. And if not I will sit in my room and shed a few tears.

Spokeswoman: Next question.
Reporter: Killa, your life isn’t so bad. It could be alot worse. You really do have some good friends who care about you.
The Killa Cal: That’s true I suppose. To those who are, I appreciate you, I really do. I’m sorry for making you suffer just because I’m mad about one thing or another, that’s just how I am. To those who don’t take it personally, thanks for hanging in there. Maybe one day I will think of a way to better orally articulate how I feel and then I can officially cut some people off instead of taking the passive-aggressive cowards way about it. *looks at Spokeswoman* One more question.

Spokeswoman: You heard him.
Reporter: So what’s in the future….you know after National Killa Cal Day.
The Killa Cal: I really don’t know. I really don’t. I might just vanish….

*The Killa is whisked away by his bodyguards and the spokeswoman*