10.10.10: 101 Things; 1001 Days.

Sunday, October 10, 2010 0 comments
Came to the conclusion I have to live more. And do things for the now. People around me always say "maybe", or always have an excuse for why things can't get done now, or expediently. Even I'm guilty. So I've come up with 101 things I'm trying to have done in the next 1001. Now you'd think they were easy, some are, some aren't. It's going to take perseverance. So where will I be? Everywhere. Why will I be busy? Below.

The Mission
Complete 101 preset tasks in a period of 1001 days.

The Criteria
Tasks must be specific (ie. no ambiguity in the wording) with a result that is either measurable or clearly defined. Tasks must also be realistic and stretching (ie. represent some amount of work on my part).

Why 1001 Days?
Many people have created lists in the past – frequently simple goals such as New Year’s resolutions. The key to beating procrastination is to set a deadline that is realistic. 1001 Days (about 2.75 years) is a better period of time than a year, because it allows you several seasons to complete the tasks, which is better for organizing and timing some tasks such as overseas trips or outdoor activities.

My List
Start date : October 10th, 2010
End date : July 8th, 2013

Not yet started
In progress

1. Learn to Write Right-Handed
2. Cook a Meal using a recipe from a different Country.
3. Go caffeine-free for one week.
4. Celebrate for no reason (101). This means drinking included.
5. No alcohol for 31 straight days. Energy drinks included.
6. Conversely, learn to accept compliments.
7. Write an letter to my last three exes, explaining how things went wrong.
8. Save up $2,500 in my savings account.
9. Learn an instrument. Piano preferably. Two class minimum.
10. Write ten happy notes and/or blogs.
11. Try a new form of dancing that I haven't tried before.
12. Take a homeless person to lunch, or offer them a meal.
13. Try to keep my mood stable for one continuous week.
14. Try at least three foods I've never tried before.
15. Read a 'classic' novel.
16. Go to church 6 times in one year. Including one holiday.
17. Maintain healthy nails, i.e. not biting them any more.
18. Explore a new city.
19. Buy a suit. And wear it.
20. Do something adventurous. Like run on a beach naked a night. Or Some variation.
21. Get a really fancy hotel suite, or some form of presidential suite, and sex in it.
22. Go to a gun range.
23. Learn the Basics of Sign Language.
24. Learn the Basics of an eclectic foreign language, other than Spanish.
25. Ski in three new Ski Resorts.
26. Write a letter to myself, to be opened by my wife on our wedding day.
27. Identify 100 things that make me unique.
28. Sleep Under the stars.
29. Fall In Love.
30. Tie a note to a balloon and let it go.
31. Go Horseback riding.
32. Watch 50 movies in IMDB's top 250
33. Complete A Coloring Book.
34. Eat at 10 New Restaurants that I've never been to before.
35. Find out My Blood Type.
36. Go to Vegas.
37. Expand my Vocabulary by 101 words.
38. Put change in some one's expired parking meter
39. Visit The Grand Canyon
40. Make a wish at 11:11 on November 11, 2011
41. Watch the sunrise and sunset in the same day
42. Don't complain about anything for a week
43. Go to a concert in a different city.
44. Make a new friend
45. Go On A Picnic
46. Find a personally inspirational quote and work it into a piece of art or home decor
47. Fly a Kite.
48. See a Drive-In Movie.
49. Get a Car.
50. Answer the "50 Questions That Will Free Your Mind"
51. Become, and stay debt free for 365 days.
52. Give a 100% tip.
53. Take a weekend trip. Alone.
54. Write a handwritten letter to someone who has inspired me.
55. Get a professional massage.
56. Eat NO fast food for a month. [Mcdonalds, Wendys.] [Chipotle doesn't count]
57. Memorize Five good jokes.
58. Learn to play Poker And/Or Spades.
59. Take a pottery class.
60. Get all friends together to play a sport together.
61. Get, and Master Grandma's Mac & Cheese.
62. Attend a Comedy Show.
63. Go to the Eye Doctor & Dermatologist.
64. Sing in the Shower.
65. Donate five dollars for every task I do not complete.
66. Visit three art galleries.
67. Collect 10 Hotel room pens or room keys.
68. Collect 10 Bar Menus from different bars.
69. Try Two Drinks At Starbucks.
70. Watch Every Tyler Perry Movie in less than 30 days. Shrugs.
71. Catch up, or at least leave a comment to say hi to, at least 100 of my facebook or twitter, or IM friends, preferably people I have fallen out of touch with.
72. Go three straight months with no overdrafts on my bank account.
73. Spent an entire day without the Internet. Including Mobile Web.
74. Cross off 10 of these items within one month.
75. Spend time at the pool at least 10 times.
76. Buy some sort of lottery ticket, either the drawing or scratch-off.
77. Watch every episode of "The Sopranos".
78. Take at least 101 photos of my 101 Adventures.
79. Make Jello Shots.
80. Attend the Midnight Premiere of at least three movies.
81. Ask someone "what's shakin', bacon?"
82. Sit in a department store and watch a complete movie on the big tvs
83. Have or attend a house party while "House Party" is playing
84. Have a "status" relationship wise.
85. Get a keyboard and learn at least one song all the way through - then perform it for someone
86. Go play Bingo or go to Casino with grandma.
87. Don't log into Twitter And Face book for a week.
88. Read the Declaration of Independence.
89. Dance in an Elevator to the highest floor. Even if people get on.
90. Learn 10 constellations.
91. Cook a three course meal.
92. Send anonymous flowers to someone who is having a tough day.
93. Turn off my phone for 24 hours.
94. Buy a Magic 8 Ball and base all my decisions on it for a whole day.
95. Go Laser tagging.
96. Pay for someone random behind you.
97. Put away $5 for every goal completed.
98. Renew My Passport.
99. Get tooth pulled.
100. Contact mom & grandma daily.
101. Complete by 07/08/2013

Wish me well.

People Do It Everyday, I Can Change Too...

It's like a constant cycle trying to blog. To live and write about it. Sometimess we try to live these extraordinary lifestyles in order to understand exactly what there is to life. I've done it. Now before you start, none of my blogs are trumped up. Nothing has been fabricated. I just feel the pressure that comes with taking my actions and putting them into words. I'm trying to become a better man, a better person, and in essence...just better at writing my own name in the sand. Sometimes I feel I'm too close to shore than when I write, I have to continue to write over and over, because it's been washed away by the oncoming waves. I have to move back slightly in order to not get wet in a sense.

As I sit here, listening to my Lupe cd. I try to understand..where life went. And honestly, it's been liven vicariously through the interweb. The social networks have given me plenty of people to consider friends and associates. Things to do, and people who even read my life. But its time for me to live it. Now sure...I'll write. I have to be able to actually REMEMBER the things that will happen, but I want to make it to 25 completely different from the way I reached 21. Without the use of http:// in front of everything else. If that makes sense. I read so many blogs, so many stories and columns by people who are older than myself and I dont want to "live in the past", persay, but I want to be able to say "I did that", and not "I'm going to do that". Can't learn from a life lesson by repeating the cycle in a sense.

That being said, for a while a lot of my blogs are going to be drafts, just like my mind frame. I'm always changing my views, my minds, my clothes. So I have to get things right, get my life into perspective. Put the pieces together in order to have the puzzle layed out for you all. I'm hoping the majority of you keep contact, because I'll try. I'm doing better with consistency. [trying..]. Feels good to say that I've matured. And still growing. When you see me, I'll be a new man [lord willing]. Just pray for me, and I'll do the same for you. Keep your heart, lose the hate, and like Wayne said: Love,Live,Life. Proceed. Progress.

I'll see you soon. ;-)

You Think You Know, but Have No Idea.

Saturday, October 9, 2010 0 comments
  1. I have zero tattoo’s, nada, not a zip and don’t want any either.
  2. My longest relationship: I tell people she did nothing wrong, even though she technically cheated. I'm not bitter. I did my dirt.
  3. I'm a writer, I blog almost daily, but I rarely ever post them. I honestly have a notepad stuck on my homescreen of my phone just for note jotting.
  4. I have the worst reputation of being a flirt. Publically. Sad part is I don't really care. I'm just a man.
  5. I have a bad habit of texting yet never calling. However when I do, I've taken a liking to you. So enjoy it.
  6. I only had 6 “girl friend’s” my whole life. I don’t know what to call the rest of them.
  7. Growing up I always thought my mother and father would be together forever, only to find out I was terribly mistaken.
  8. My great grandmother was buried two days before I was born, so pretty much I am looked at in her spirit.
  9. I used to be a regular ass person. I still am, but honestly: Many of the people I used to really rock with in grade school I dont speak to, and the ones I didn't speak to speak more. Chivalry, right?
  10. I would sell my soul to have a incredible singing voice
  11. I quote songs and movies in real life conversations and 9 out of 10 people never catch on
  12. I’ve had insomnia on and off my whole life. I refuse to take the medicine because there is a fine line of ingredients of what can put you to sleep, can put you to death but a person’s company and a ice cold room has always helped knock me right out
  13. I don’t like having strings attached to many things in life but when I commit myself to something. I’m in it to win it… but if I lose then I’m depressed as shit.
  14. I haven't cried in years. I'm not heartless, I just never had much to really "feel" about.
  15. After typing all of these 14 “interesting facts” about me. You still don’t know a third of the man.

Effort is all I ask.

"Look, I just want to make you better
I think I could save you
But I think I'm bipolar. I love you then I hate you.
Grew with this dame though I hate whoever ain't you
Hate when I cant date you but I also need my space too
I made room for this love. How foolish of me
And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky
So check the verse miss. I ain't say I'm perfect.
But you was low on love, what I do; reimbursed it
And now it hurts to be around or converse with ya
And what's worse is before this I had worse with ya
Now war missiles hand guns and grenades
The walls I couldn't break em or take em apart with a tank
Now momma told me be careful who you love
G said just rap it up, these bitches actin up
And as for us, we was different though.
Things have gotten difficult
Try to be Mr. perfect intercontinental, hold up
You spend your time with your friends all the time
And all that time with your friends put my momentum on decline
My minds gone evil. You changed with the season
You had a new clear heart. Guess I was Hiroshim"

See I wasn't going to do this, but I figured I'd mark this down as an L, close the chapter and never speak on it again. I let you do what you did. I tried to be a decent dude and keep my mouth shut out of respect for you and the situation. But they were right, you don't even do relationships, so I guess situation is a perfect word for it. I saw something in you. A lot in you. Enough in you. But now: You're just another girl lost. Now I've lost a lot of good women in my life, so it's about time I get the blunt of it finally. Truth be told: I just wanted to make you better. It wasnt the sex that had me caught up. I left other broads alone for you, put up walls and even stopped being who I was for you. That's gone.

Don't even know where you are with life right now. But I apologize. What happened was fucked up and I'll never be able to take that back. Ever. We don't even speak, for good reason. You were perfect, and even though it wasn't anything typical, it's what nobody else had that made me keep what I had. You. And I've accepted that. So accept my apology.

..Y'all, I'm just a man. At the end of the day to the point I put my jeans on one leg at a time. I'm trying to make things right now before it's too late. At 5:30, all I can think of are my faults. So: I'm establishing this here. If you feel some way, I apologize, this could be about you, it might not be. But heres my effort to start new. Fresh. Again. Each day gets better right?

We'll see. Miss me when I'm gone.

It Aint Nothing But A #; Dont Call Me On It.

Wednesday, September 29, 2010 0 comments
Now everyone who knows me understands that I typically have a "fetish" of sorts with older women. I have my reasons, and I'll elaborate on them so people understand. Most men will think having a cougar means they've accomplished something. I like older women not for the fact they know more than a woman my age. Or even the fact they have their quote-on-quote "shit" together. I simply like older women because there are some, typically the ones I like, that through caution out of the window and instead of being a peer mediator to a man who's younger than them, they simply let live. They don't see birth dates and numerals. They see compatibility. Of course you'd ask "so why not date someone your age". My mother told me act my age, not my shoe size.

I had a conversation with a woman that I think is very secure in herself, however uses her age at every whim. It is actually frustrating always having to defend the fact that you don't get the option of the day you come out of the womb to someone who's your elder in a sense. But we try. At least I do. So the conversation went as such. Lets call her "Special K".

Special K: Some Women are not into mentoring a man...you gotta come already packaged to be open and used as is.
Me: However: Things fall apart.
Special K: Not Saying we all don't have growing to do, it just depends on how much growing.
Me: That's what you deal with when you talk to younger men. You ain't got to mentor us. Contrary to what you believe: It's now all about y'all.

[At this point in the conversation I was expecting it to go one or two ways: her to dictate a young man worth or explain to me about out previous conversation about dating an older woman; and it not working. She chose Option B. Wise Card to pull]

Special K: Unfortunately...things did fall apart b/c you guys man not have been equally yolked.
Me: Thanks [Female name]
Special K: Why you thanking me?
Me: Because you're stating the obvious.
Special K: Ohh shut up Greg.
Me: Like sometimes we just might know the same things. Your age ain't really shit. I'm just saying. Age typically only matters to the older party. Especially since majority puts enough emphasis on it.
Special K: I met a dude that was way younger than me and I felt the most like myself around him...than any other dude.
Me: Good. So why are you over here speaking on age like it dictates anything.

[Now I feel as if nobody won this argument. Valid points were made on both parts. However I hate to see a woman, or man, in that matter try to substitute age with logic and then go and tangle them together.]

This is what I said to myself because I hate to have debates with women. A woman chooses what she wants wisely. You all aren't like us men who act on impulse and figure it's "okay" to just "float" through life. However, everything regarding ages and everything we've discussed just seems so..planned. Like me for me, not the fact that you were born first and know more. I've lost count how many times I've trumped a woman mentally, and her defense mechanism just so happened to be "you're just young". Thanks. Don't let the big words, and my lack of poor diction and vernacular. I'm a smart dude. I feel inclined to talk to a woman of the same stature. Be it younger or older. And she better not have an issue with my age.

Granted at 23 I should be focused on my career, not the lack thereof a woman. And I promise..I have my salary straight. So to speak. However I've had so much history in my young years, dealing with women of different races, ages, colors, locations...that sometimes I'm acting my age. I have much to learn that I simply couldn't learn from a woman that's doing the same, or living the same lifestyle as me. What do I bring to the table to a woman that's older: Dependability. The leading factor in why she's single. Some older women I've met simply have lacked a man, of any age that's dependable. I have my vices, but I would like to think I never just "not do" for people. Including my significant other. Lets be honest, I FedEx a care package to an Ex because she was sick. Sure we broke up a couple weeks after that. [Wont go there], But I digress.

Bottom line is: I like to be happy. And if you can't be happy completely because as a woman you feel like "a younger man has a lot of life to live and will be hard to tame, think about it like this: Cubs stay in the den, growing to become maned enough to venture on their own. Yes, they need guidance, and care, and even attention. Meanwhile, its typically the cougars that are on the prowl, out scouring for prey.

It's just life. Live it. At 23..or 32.

You Put The Dick In Her: I Put The Dick On Her. And Her.

Friday, September 24, 2010 0 comments
...So I've had dreams about it. Dreams in plural, like five of them. All in the span of weeks rather. Like they never have an ending point, and the attire always changed. The sheets always change, yes the sheets. I've been having this dream about intercourse with twins. It gets explicit, so much so, I was going to try to make it into a Moist Satin Sheets themed blog, but couldn't. It has me stumped, because...I know twins. A couple of sets. The men that you hear wanting twins probably still do want variety like a threesome with two different women. Its just an intriguing notion to have sex with two other women with the same features. All of them are beautiful and I'm friends with both of the twins. But this dream was..different. Like it started out just a sex thing and escalated to something far..far different so I'll get into it.

It started with a whole lot of texts, and calls. Pretty much between the both of them, just harmless friends flirting. Always had the notion in the back of my head they knew I was flirting with the other. But we know how I am, so the dream goes on as such. One night I just decide to go over there. And hang. We're all cool, so why not bring alcohol. So I do. We chilling, drinking, playing Uno..and things get shifty. Like I'm looking at them with every intention of taking them both down, but you know how it goes. "what if one isn't down?" because you know you have to pick and shit. Twins don't really enjoy the idea of...seeing the other twin fucking. At least that's what I'm lead to believe. The whole seeing double thing is just sexy. Now typically if one twin is cute, the other is fine, and vice verse. But I'm dragging..

So one of the twins apparently is tired and decides to lay down. Lets call this twins Erica and Patrice. I just think the names fit. So Patrice decides she's tire, the drinks flows heavy, the shot challenges commenced and she got restless. Off to bed she goes. So I'm left there..With Erica on a couch. At this point she's already not trying to drink anymore for reasons that are obvious. She's in the mood thanks to the mood juice though. I play my cool. Watching TV, doing little dumb things that might grab her attention. Hitting her with the pillow, looking at her, and when she realizes it look away, kiddie shit. Can't be too forward and say "You Wanna fuck"Esq.

Needless to say I try my hand anyway, she pushes off. I don't try again because I don't want BOTH twins sleep so I simply play it cool. Somehow someway, after another episode of Martin, she feels like "damn, he's not going to try to fuck me again", and I play the "I don't want to really fuck her, I'll beat my dick when I get home" role. Knowing good and damned well..I'm trying to knock all the wind out of her chest like an asthmatic with the inhaler on the opposite side of the room.

Lost in translation, we end up in her room because she wants to be comfortable. Comfortable with me, in her bed, watching TV. I always liked when a woman doesn't have a TV in her room and invites you in there, however a TV in the room means one thing: 10am sportscenter. And Greg likes that. So..we're in the room, and we're talking. She rolls over with her back to me. Now typically I'm not the cuddler, but after a few drinks, and a woman who meets regulatory standards..I'm all for it. And you know how women sleep...in their best "he better not try to fuck me" wear, with their asses arched symmetrically on my lower chest, and lower. Just to see if I'll try my hand. Which...if I weren't sober..I'd probably do. One thing leads to another..

I'm on top of her. Her t-shirt is knotted at her elbows as she's lifting it over her head. I'm working on the buttons on her jeans. Now I don't know if this is typically what women do when they know they are around men, but they wear the most complicated jeans ever. It had like three buttons, a zipper, and a belt. Felt like I was playing pictionary with mimes. But I made it work. And lets just say..her underwear screamed "fuck me rough so my sister can hear it". I swear to you..I did.

Imagine having a thin, beautiful woman riding you reverse cowgirl with her hair flowing down her back, she turns back to you asking if you're enjoying it. Then she tells YOU to keep it down because her sister is in the room. That shit right there just made me hard while typing. So we're going for it, she's grabbing her breasts as she rides on top of me, pussy foaming at the lips as I'm hoping she's not looking back while mouthing to myself "I swear I want to just cum inside of her". Verbatim. You fellas know how it goes.

Just when its feeling good I hear footsteps and the door opens to reveal her sister. She stands there as Erica grabs her breasts. Stunned to walk in on her sister doing this..she seems to be pleased about it. Like she wanted a piece. So I mention to her of my fantasies, and not trying to make the situation weird, meanwhile assuring Erica that she's adequate enough to be my current sex spouse, but I had never done it. Sure it's every mans fantasy, but I want it to go down a little differently. I don't want them to kiss. I don't even want them to touch. I want her to watch me do Erica. Then I want to do do Patrice. And if the sex Gods want, maybe they will join in. In positions they never thought off. One riding me while one rides my face, the thought of it alone has Erica trying to convince her sibling it's enough to try once, we only live once. So lets do it and never talk about it.

...Then Patrice closes the door...

"You Have A Way With Words, I'll Give You That"

Thursday, September 23, 2010 0 comments
Preface: Now granted, I'm not the best blogger. And sometimes...I just might not state public opinion. But this is where I go to get out my dreams. My thoughts. I haven't done so consistently because in a nutshell..people watch. We call them people watchers. But honestly, I could care less anymore. I'm sure an ex or two, be it they remember the link, will come here from time to time and actually read the blog. So...I'm going to say what I want to say. In this post.

My past is just that. I've slept with a lot of women I don't speak to anymore. Used to put my pride in front of me and think "maybe they found better dick". I'm sure they did. I'm happy for them. I've had better bed partners myself. I wont down talk them, I'm no God to anyone. I have friends with some, associate with others. Not on the type of "Oh I'm still cool with them because they just might put my shit out there". I'm sure someone has talked about me in some bad way, that told a friend that told a friend. I can live with that. Cause honestly..I never cared. In the words of Michelangelo (lies) "I fucked though". A lot of things have racked my brain currently. Can you JUST be friends with someone you used to sleep with? What's really the job title of a friendship? Are your friends who they are for a reason? I say this because I've never put a woman before my friends. Then again I don't have many of those, and the ones I do know me better than I know myself. So if I dropped off the face of planet Earth today, at least at my funeral they could say "you know...Greg ain't never NOT been there for me." Granted..I'm a selfish individual. I like to get my way, and usually will duel to the death to make it that way. Its pretty much a curse because I'm usually put in the position to argue with the person on the opposite side of me. We know I hate arguments. I throw temper tantrums..Silently. I had to add that because I don't storm out of rooms and shit. I simply keep to myself. My Verizon bill should be changed the way I ignore phone calls thanks to me turning off the mobile. Shit..as we speak, I have everything off. Twitter, Face book, cell phone, text, everything. I'm trying to get a lot of things in perspective. Why you ask? [And this is where the blog really starts]

As of Thursday, there will only be 100 days left in the year. Let's make the most of it Greg.

Shit, you're telling me. What was my New Years resolution? Get over that "commitment-phobia" that Netta speaks of semi-annually. I've fucked up a lot in the past...10, 11 months. In December, would make one year since I fucked up with probably the coolest woman I've ever met. And she was great. I'm talking about everywhere, across all the boards. And I can honestly say...I fucked that up. She probably doesn't forgive me til' this day, I hope she does if she reads this, I'm sorry. Before I get off track..What were my resolutions, really.
  • To be a better man: Sounds easy right? I promise you that shit is hard.
  • To save money: Well...see what happened was..
  • To write a blog daily: Trying, but my life at 23 don't have that many stories. If I were Tucker Max, 30 and writing about all the things of my past..it'd be different. I'm thinking about trying that out, by the way. That's why you really haven't heard much...
Now: My plan for 2011 is and was to quit drinking. But its necessary. I'm grown. I don't smoke, do coke, or pay for sex. I think I win at life, and should be granted a pass to try anything less than 100 proof. Even though on occasion it's okay to indulge in Rumple Minze. The last time I was "Q" drunk...Wait...let me backspace some so you know. "Q Drunk" is a different type of drunk. I'm speaking on being so drunk that you are driving on the side of the road with oncoming traffic drunk. Drunk that you try to talk down a price for a lap dance from a stripper. Drunk to the point you steal a street sign just to hang over your bed as a trophy. As to HOW that was done..is beyond me, but it's happened, twice. There's nothing like it. Thus me saying..the last time that happened...

Was last week. We went to the Caucus and didn't like it. Apparently I was thinking so much about "her" [yes, a woman, evidently], and her reluctance to actually entertain me as much as I entertain her [which has started to bore me. Not enough to explore my options, yet enough to keep my phone silent. I'm done with my old ways] that I started to drink. Heavily. It all started with a shot. Then a battle of shots. Then beers. Then a shot that tasted like coffee. Now when we drink we [my entourage] have a saying that goes: "if it taste like it has sugar in it, it's not a shot" and we're true to these words. Lemondrops aren't shit. We give those to women so they will in turn find a reason to smile at us as we drink the big boy shots. Back to the topic:

Apparently three beers and three shots in: We're pretty fucked up. Q is looking at his phone, manic-depressive like, talking to his lady. I looked at my phone long enough to notice I had 1200 Emails, a google talk message from a girl that I don't want to hear from, and no texts from her. So..I order another round. Pissed. "I'll be back, I'm going to the bathroom". Xavier, the "good shoulder" was talking to the bartender about what else...road trips and fornicating. Oh joy. As I go to the bathroom, I get a call. It's from one of my other boys: "Greg, we're you at, we're trying to buy drinks".

This usually sounds good...But typically when I get those texts...There's usually a CHANCE a bill is split SOMEWHERE...and there's a person who doesn't have cash [sometimes it's Q, but that's my boy, I can't fault him, I've been broke plenty of times]. So I told him I was already drunk and about to leave. I didn't lie..I was reaching drunk. That happy medium when you start walking around paying attention to everything. Have you ever been drunk to the point you look down at a woman's toes and realize they are chipped..Yeah, that type of drunk. Moving forward. We go to another bar: And drink. Now I walk out of this bar because it smelled like wet dog, and the bathroom had a condom machine that said "Look Ma, No Hands". I laughed for a second, until I dropped my drink in the urinal. Not cool. I got another.

[Who CLEANS urinals? Piss is gross. And Urinals are just as bad. Let me explain how a urinal works. You piss in them. And it splashes. Imagine some guy just pissing, and you're next in line. Nine times out of ten he didn't flush it...and even if there is a "splash pad", it will splash on YOU when you piss. The co-mingling of piss is never a good deal. Ever. ugh.]

So...We go outside. Q says "Greg, lets hit a black". Now...only time I've smoked is around her. But she's pissed me off, so I said fuck it, and com mist to light one. But I did take her words and think about them. "Baby, Blacks only RAISE your drunkenness.". And that it did. I felt like Lafayette on True Blood seeing witchcraft after getting midway through it. I had consumed about 9 shots, 4 beers, and a long island. And it was only 12:10. I didn't come straight from work to stop now. Needless to say I drunk more. At the hookah spot. Clouds of smoke, alcohol, water bottles, and a fully charged cell phone. What's a man to do..? Enjoy. So I did. Lets just say I woke up Saturday morning feeling like I had been stomped out by Little League kids with all their gear on. Shits not a good feeling. Like that night I drunk wine, smoked blacks, and drunk Four Lokos with her. That night ended funny. Well no it didn't but still.

I have 100 days to try to make 2010 better than the other 260 that were iffy. How? By reflecting. I already know people aren't wearing white again until next May, so I don't have to worry about that being any one's true colors. But at least their hues better glow. I'm sick and tired of the bullshit. I want consistency. The last time I had that was shit...when was that? What better time to start than now. Lets go. 2011, you're in my vision. I'm going to make you better.