Yankees Daily

I found out yesterday from my doctor. This is why I haven’t been feeling well. I’m still going to keep posting especially since I’ll be home all day. I get medicine some time tonight. I also go on a cruise to the Bahamas on the 21st of August for a whole week so I have to get better for that.

I go food shopping on Tuesday and I went bowling with my brain injured program before that. I got the highest score. I bowled a 136. I am now going to post the minor league games. Then probably something about the Yankees. Some minor league games start now and some start later on tonight.

I can’t drive, not because I don’t have a license, I do but I can’t afford a car. I live on disability and it’s hard to buy expensive things. The gas prices alone would bankrupt me. Then you have to pay car insurance. Wow.

I don’t like relying on other people to go places so that’s why I’m in my apartment a lot, doing this site. I do have friends but most of them are married and have family things to do on a daily basis.

I have disabled friends that I met through the program I go to Mon – Wed. They’re hard to meet up with because they live in different parts of Morris and Essex county. I have a friend named John I was supposed to go to the movies with this weekend but it was my fault we didn’t go. I forgot to call Access Link.

Access Link is a disabled bus service that brings disabled people where ever they want to go in the state. It’s run by the New Jersey government.

If I had a car, right now? I’d wait until the middle of January and drive to Miami and maybe stay there for a week.

In my spare time, I call up radio shows on blog talk radio and try to be funny. I’ll probably call into one in a few minutes because you know there has to be fantasy sports shows just before football starts today.

Speaking of football, I could of swore that the New York Giants and New York Yankees were playing at 1:00 PM today, at the same time. They’re not. I like watching the Giants play because they’re local but I’m not a fan. I’m a Dallas Cowboy fan, yall.

“White” people. What simple names to give human beings. I guess it didn’t take a genius to make those names up.

Sometimes, it seems that when I’m around a black person, they don’t know how to react. They don’t know what to say. I think they’re wondering if I like them or not. “Should I say anything to this white boy?” “He probably doesn’t like me.”

I’ll then break the ice and start talking to a black person and then they’ll talk back, a lot. It will be like I knew them for years. They’ll talk to me about anything. I’m talking about strangers now.

I was in Newark today to buy hot dogs with my father at Tony’s Hot Dogs in the park and there were a lot of black people. I was nice to one of them and this person seemed to appreciate it.

I feel that some black people are paranoid when it comes to wondering if white people like them or not. Some times it’s warranted because I know white people who don’t like them. There are times when I’m racist and will blame something on a black person because of their skin color and I will think that they are dumb. Since I’ve been around a lot more white people in my life, I do know that white people have done more dumb stuff to me and have pissed me off a lot.

My whole point is, I hate the race stuff. I really wish we were all born the same color like maybe green or turquoise.

I have arthritis every where and it’s hurting right now. It’s better than coughing though. There are times when I cough and I can’t stop. That’s a nightmare.

I had to walk really far to go to the bank and now my heart hurts. I have to take real small steps when I walk because my heart starts beating really fast. It wasn’t a wasted day because I got things done but now I feel like total crap.

Not a bad day. There is a worker named Ryan at my program that I want to bang. Actually, there are a lot of them I want to bang. Ryan looked really good today however. She has nice dark hair and a nice big ass. Her ass is nice and tight. She doesn’t have huge boobs but big enough. Her skin might be a little olive looking like mine.

I think she knows I like her. I think it has something to do with the fact that I tell her all the time. She has a personality that makes it easier for me to compliment her.

Some guy was screaming like a maniac because the cute girl in the wheelchair I mentioned once before, was teasing him and kept calling him an asshole. She’s a really cute girl but I’m not too sure if her personality is a nice one or not. It doesn’t seem it.

I’m feeling a little hypocritical because while she was calling him an asshole, I was telling him, “I’m sorry you couldn’t find the small sized condoms you wanted.”

I’m sick and tired of competing with other websites all the time. Not just Yankee blogs but every website since you get ranked. I’m not going to care about that. I’m going to keep posting what I want to post and feel happy about what I post.

At this program I’m at, they have students practicing their field and I have a feeling one of the men I was working with today is gay. I told him, “I’m going to do a radio show with my friend Greg. We’re going to interview my gay friend Rich.” At first, I was fooling myself about why I said this to him. I was hoping he would say, “Hey, I’m gay! I could always be a back up to your show!” Foolish of me. No one would ever do that. I really told him about the show to see what his reaction would be. I wanted to see if I “spotted” the gay man.

I still don’t know if he’s gay or not. I’m thinking about asking him. Why? Because I’m nosy. Sometimes I act like a little old lady and want to know every one’s business. Sometimes I don’t. When I do want to know people’s business it’s because I’m bored.

The radio show is not going to be a big deal. It’s just something for my friend Greg and I to do and give us an outlet to bullshit and have a lot of fun doing it.

The New York Yankees play at 10:05 tonight and that sucks.

I had a pretty good day. My father came over and took me out for pizza at Bruno’s in East Hanover. It’s weird. This should be the time of my life where I break away from my family because I “should” have a family of my own.

My father still treats me like a kid.

He was using his stern voice to tell me that I shouldn’t put sugar out to try to kill cock roaches. I don’t think he hears me when I tell him that I mix the sugar with baking soda and that baking soda kills cock roaches. He insists that the sugar attracts a lot of cock roaches.

We watched a little of the Notre Dame game and I pretended I was interested in the game but I really wasn’t. I don’t like watching college football. I did it to keep him company and shoot the shit. We talked a lot about the New York Yankees and how Joe Girardi should of walked Ichiro Suzuki last night.

I got really anxious yesterday because some how, the first half of my recorded idea tape got erased. Inside I was blaming my mother thinking she erased it when she came over. I get paranoid like that. My idea tape is basically a tape of all the ideas I want to talk about for the radio show I have starting October 1st.

I still have 12 days left to get a lot of the ideas back. Plus I always have new stuff I want to talk about.

My favorite movie is the Twilight movie and I’m getting really psyched to see New Moon. I keep watching the previews but it sucks because after I watch the previews it’s like I watched the whole movie already. They show a lot on previews.

I like things about vampires. That’s why I also watch that new tv show Vampire Diaries.

When I woke up this morning, I didn’t feel like getting up. I was really tired and felt like staying in bed. I went to program and I had a good day however.

I saw the cute spanish girl in the wheelchair today. She smiled but didn’t say anything. Usually when an attractive woman doesn’t communicate with me, I start to feel intimidated and then I don’t communicate back. I was told her name but it’s a hard name to remember.

I was talking to a girl name Stacey who’s a secretary for one of the bosses and she’s really good looking. She communicates with me and I talk back to her. I try not to like her because I know I’ll have no chance with her especially since I’m a client and she’s a worker. She has blonde hair and blue eyes with a really cute face.

I was hanging with one of my buddies and his name is Dave and he’s in a wheelchair. He doesn’t talk. All he does is laugh. Some times it annoys people because he laughs so much. An aide gave him a hair cut so she can practice being a hair dresser and she did a real shit job. Dave looked terrible. I don’t think this woman will ever be a good hair dresser. She’s been practicing for a wile now and she hasn’t gotten better.

I haven’t read news about the New York Yankees all day so I have no clue what’s going on in their world. The game is about to start in a few minutes so I might as well get ready to watch them. I’m also practicing this radio show and I have a hard time getting the volume up so people could hear my voice.

I’m a little bothered by the fact that I only have 88 followers on twitter but I have over 1,251 on facebook. I even advertised on facebook my twitter account but hardly any one joined from facebook. Maybe people on facebook don’t use twitter.

It’s my own fault though because I didn’t join twitter until very late. I didn’t want to do twitter because it’s too much stress trying to get people to join your new site all the time. I feel like a used car salesman. Owning a website sometimes feels like being a used car salesman or even like a telemarketer. I don’t like that part of owning a website. “Hey! Come to my site and look at my ridiculous rants on the New York Yankees!”

It’s kind of like being in high school again when I’m on twitter. I don’t like the way it feels.

What really stinks is that you know some thing new is going to come out and then I’ll have to start all over again trying to get people to be part of that new thing.

The best way to start a website is to be part of another website first and then break off from them or stay with them and have your own blog. It’s hard to get a following when you start from scratch.

That’s what I did. I started a website and thought that as soon as I typed something, my writing would magically appear all over the internet. That’s not the case. You have to network and do a lot of stuff and the most important thing is, you have to be good at it. It’s stressful. When I started, I knew nothing about websites.

From now on, when I do things, I’ve learned to research it first and be prepared. I was really eager to start the Disabled Mess radio show and wanted to start right away but I plan on being more prepared for it than when I started this website.

For the type of person I am, I started the wrong type of website. I love the Yankees but the market is saturated with Yankee blogs. I would love to have a blog where I can curse at will and make fun of every one and their mother and say anything I want to say without fear of turning away PG rated fans.

The thing is, the internet is saturated with blogs and websites like that already with Perez Hilton and TMZ.

My ego gets hurt sometimes when I think people don’t think I’m important. That’s my drive to suceed, to get people to think I’m important. I don’t like feeling like this however. I don’t want to have to get people to like me so I look like I’m doing something with my life. Why can’t I be rich?

All I know is that it’s windy and cold outside and I did nothing but sulk today.