In Shyne's Mind

Quick history lesson

Where did Napoleon keep his armies?

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In his sleevies. 😛

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These things, this Tuesday

Could do without:

Gross guys in the street that pssssst at me as if I will dignify that with a response
The entire block smells like ketchup from McDonalds
General feeling of yuck regarding my stomach…hopefully putting some bread in there will calm it down
Sleeping wrong and having neck pain for three days now
Missing the annual reunion with my peeps worldwide. Sadness. 🙁
Bicycle crashes that shatter kneecaps…not mine. Poor BruddaShyner.
My own indecision on whether or not to go under the knife

So happy I have:

MommaShyner
BruddaShyner
Kiddo
Lovey
A home
A vehicle
A job (even if I don't like it at times)
Love
Life
The opportunity to get a degree…better late than never. Just about halfway done.
A few friends here and there and hopefully the chance to hang out with one in a few more days
Found something at least somewhat interesting that, after 16 years of working already, I might decide on as a career
Made it through another month

Peeking over the horizon:

Probable augmentation in 28-35 days…hahaha, a doctor's office just called me
70 days till my birthday
75 days till the Associates
122 days till vacation
498 days till the Bachelors
661 days till we can probably move
Lots of learning to come

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Unintentional racism…

I don't know why I thought about this yesterday.

Probably because I was singing. I don't sing. Well. I know it and therefore I don't torture people with it. There are a couple songs out there that I can hold my own on. One of them is "Contagioius" by my buddy Garen/Granian/Kill The Alarm.

So anywho, back when I was working in Mexico, I was walking from my room over to the bar in what I thought was solitude. I'm belting this one out like there's no tomorrow.

Sidebar: First time I met Garen, a bunch of us were sitting around a room, drinking some beers and he was playing his geet-tar. It's all well and good and I wasn't paying attention and I was singing along to whatever he was playing. All of a sudden, he just stopped playing and received some questioning looks. He said he wanted to hear me sing. Um, how bouts no?

Right, so turns out I wasn't alone and some of my co-workers had snuck up behind me. The conversation went like this:

Mexican Co-Worker 1: Hey Sunshine, I didn't know you could sing.

Me: I can't.

MCW1: Sure you can, I just heard you.

Mexican Co-Worker 2 to MCW1: Todos los chocolates pueden cantar.*

Me: Uggghhnnnmm. Bye guys.

Only because I hold these two people close did I not kill them. And more because I know that they didn't mean anything by it. Honestly, I don't think they know what racism is, but I can look back at it and laugh. But really, we can't all sing.

*Translation: All the chocolates can sing.

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F The Police

That's what I'm figuring this guy said before he left the house. He was driving this car:

Bmw

'Cept all his windows were tinted. Black. Even the front. Which is illegal here in the great state of ~~Cuba~~ Florida. Oh, and his rims were way more, well, blingy. And, if that weren't enough, and I didn't get a picture of this since I was driving, but I did find a neat place to simulate a plate on the net. So, yeah, here's the plate: