tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91818918046018419362024-02-18T19:51:50.908-08:00Its not the way it has to go, just what I preferGreghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04217555044432302255noreply@blogger.comBlogger259125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9181891804601841936.post-34968464931526426952010-10-10T10:10:00.000-07:002010-10-10T10:10:00.465-07:0010.10.10: 101 Things; 1001 Days.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 <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">aren't</span>. It's going to take perseverance. So where will I be? Everywhere. Why will I be busy? Below.<br /><br />The Mission<br />Complete 101 preset tasks in a period of 1001 days.<br /><br />The Criteria<br />Tasks must be specific (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">ie</span>. no ambiguity in the wording) with a result that is either measurable or clearly defined. Tasks must also be realistic and stretching (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">ie</span>. represent some amount of work on my part).<br /><br />Why 1001 Days?<br />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.<br /><br /><p><span style="text-decoration: underline;">My List</span><br />Start date : October 10th, 2010<br />End date : July 8th, 2013</p> <p><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Key</span><br />Not yet started<br /><em> In progress</em><br /><span style="text-decoration: line-through;">Complete</span></p><br /><br /> 1. Learn to Write Right-Handed<br /> 2. Cook a Meal using a recipe from a different Country.<br /> 3. Go caffeine-free for one week.<br /> 4. Celebrate for no reason (101). This means drinking included.<br /> 5. No alcohol for 31 straight days. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Energy</span> drinks included.<br /> 6. Conversely, learn to accept compliments.<br /> 7. Write an letter to my last three exes, explaining how things went wrong.<br /> 8. Save up $2,500 in my savings account.<br /> 9. Learn an instrument. Piano preferably. Two class minimum.<br />10. Write ten happy notes and/or blogs.<br />11. Try a new form of dancing that I haven't tried before.<br />12. Take a homeless person to lunch, or offer them a meal.<br />13. Try to keep my mood stable for one continuous week.<br />14. Try at least three foods I've never tried before.<br />15. Read a 'classic' novel.<br />16. Go to church 6 times in one year. Including one holiday.<br />17. Maintain healthy nails, i.e. not biting them any more.<br />18. Explore a new city.<br />19. Buy a suit. And wear it.<br />20. Do something adventurous. Like run on a beach naked a night. Or Some variation.<br />21. Get a really fancy hotel suite, or some form of presidential suite, and sex in it.<br />22. Go to a gun range.<br />23. Learn the Basics of Sign Language.<br />24. Learn the Basics of an eclectic foreign language, other than Spanish.<br />25. Ski in three new Ski Resorts.<br />26. Write a letter to myself, to be opened by my wife on our wedding day.<br />27. Identify 100 things that make me unique.<br />28. Sleep Under the stars.<br />29. Fall In Love.<br />30. Tie a note to a balloon and let it go.<br />31. Go Horseback riding.<br />32. Watch 50 movies in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">IMDB's</span> top 250<br />33. Complete A Coloring Book.<br />34. Eat at 10 New Restaurants that I've never been to before.<br />35. Find out My Blood Type.<br />36. Go to Vegas.<br />37. Expand my Vocabulary by 101 words.<br />38. Put change in <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">some one's</span> expired parking meter<br />39. Visit The Grand Canyon<br />40. Make a wish at 11:11 on November 11, 2011<br />41. Watch the sunrise and sunset in the same day<br />42. Don't complain about anything for a week<br />43. Go to a concert in a different city.<br />44. Make a new friend<br />45. Go On A Picnic<br />46. Find a personally inspirational quote and work it into a piece of art or home decor<br />47. Fly a Kite.<br />48. See a Drive-In Movie.<br />49. Get a Car.<br />50. Answer the "50 Questions That Will Free Your Mind"<br />51. Become, and stay debt free for 365 days.<br />52. Give a 100% tip.<br />53. Take a weekend trip. Alone.<br />54. Write a handwritten letter to someone who has inspired me.<br />55. Get a professional massage.<br />56. Eat NO fast food for a month. [<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Mcdonalds</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Wendys</span>.] [<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Chipotle</span> doesn't count]<br />57. Memorize Five good jokes.<br />58. Learn to play Poker And/Or Spades.<br />59. Take a pottery class.<br />60. Get all friends together to play a sport together.<br />61. Get, and Master Grandma's Mac & Cheese.<br />62. Attend a Comedy Show.<br />63. Go to the Eye Doctor & Dermatologist.<br />64. Sing in the Shower.<br />65. Donate five dollars for every task I do not complete.<br />66. Visit three art galleries.<br />67. Collect 10 Hotel room pens or room keys.<br />68. Collect 10 Bar Menus from different bars.<br />69. Try Two Drinks At Starbucks.<br />70. Watch Every Tyler Perry Movie in less than 30 days. Shrugs.<br />71. Catch up, or at least leave a comment to say hi to, at least 100 of my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">facebook</span> or twitter, or <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">IM</span> friends, preferably people I have fallen out of touch with.<br />72. Go three straight months with no overdrafts on my bank <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">account</span>.<br />73. Spent an entire day without the Internet. Including Mobile Web.<br />74. Cross off 10 of these items within one month.<br />75. Spend time at the pool at least 10 times.<br />76. Buy some sort of lottery ticket, either the drawing or scratch-off.<br />77. Watch every episode of "The Sopranos".<br />78. Take at least 101 photos of my 101 Adventures.<br />79. Make Jello Shots.<br />80. Attend the Midnight Premiere of at least three movies.<br />81. Ask someone "what's <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">shakin</span>', bacon?"<br />82. Sit in a department store and watch a complete movie on the big <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">tvs</span><br />83. Have or attend a house party while "House Party" is playing<br />84. Have a "status" relationship wise.<br />85. Get a keyboard and learn at least one song all the way through - then perform it for someone<br />86. Go play Bingo or go to Casino with grandma.<br />87. Don't log into Twitter And <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Face book</span> for a week.<br />88. Read the Declaration of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Independence</span>.<br />89. Dance in an Elevator to the highest floor. Even if people get on.<br />90. Learn 10 constellations.<br />91. Cook a three course meal.<br />92. Send anonymous flowers to someone who is having a tough day.<br />93. Turn off my phone for 24 hours.<br />94. Buy a Magic 8 Ball and base all my decisions on it for a whole day.<br />95. Go <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Laser tagging</span>.<br />96. Pay for someone random behind you.<br />97. Put away $5 for every goal completed.<br />98. Renew My Passport.<br />99. Get tooth pulled.<br />100. Contact mom & grandma daily.<br />101. Complete by 07/08/2013<br /><br />Wish me well.Greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04217555044432302255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9181891804601841936.post-10389963138423711252010-10-10T07:02:00.000-07:002010-10-10T07:02:00.238-07:00People 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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />I'll see you soon. ;-)Greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04217555044432302255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9181891804601841936.post-82929009428036033702010-10-09T02:56:00.000-07:002010-10-09T03:03:56.532-07:00You Think You Know, but Have No Idea.<ol><li><span>I have zero tattoo’s, nada, not a zip and don’t want any either.</span></li><li><span>My longest relationship: I tell people she did nothing wrong, even though she technically cheated. I'm not bitter. I did my dirt.<br /></span></li><li><span>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.<br /></span></li><li><span>I have the worst reputation of being a flirt. Publically. Sad part is I don't really care. I'm just a man.<br /></span></li><li><span>I have a bad habit of texting yet never calling. However when I do, I've taken a liking to you. So enjoy it.<br /></span></li><li><span>I only had 6 “girl friend’s” my whole life. I don’t know what to call the rest of them.</span></li><li><span>Growing up I always thought my mother and father would be together forever, only to find out I was terribly mistaken.<br /></span></li><li><span>My great grandmother was buried two days before I was born, so pretty much I am looked at in her spirit.<br /></span></li><li><span>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?<br /></span></li><li><span>I would sell my soul to have a incredible singing voice</span></li><li><span>I quote songs and movies in real life conversations and 9 out of 10 people never catch on</span></li><li><span>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</span></li><li><span>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.</span></li><li><span>I haven't cried in years. I'm not heartless, I just never had much to really "feel" about.<br /></span></li><li><span>After typing all of these 14 “interesting facts” about me. You still don’t know a third of the man.</span></li></ol>Greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04217555044432302255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9181891804601841936.post-42268828917139224952010-10-09T02:08:00.001-07:002010-10-09T02:32:02.457-07:00Effort is all I ask."Look, I just want to make you better<br />I think I could save you<br />But I think I'm bipolar. I love you then I hate you.<br />Grew with this dame though I hate whoever ain't you<br />Hate when I cant date you but I also need my space too<br />I made room for this love. How foolish of me<br />And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky<br />So check the verse miss. I ain't say I'm perfect.<br />But you was low on love, what I do; reimbursed it<br />And now it hurts to be around or converse with ya<br />And what's worse is before this I had worse with ya<br />Now war missiles hand guns and grenades<br />The walls I couldn't break em or take em apart with a tank<br />Now momma told me be careful who you love<br />G said just rap it up, these bitches actin up<br />And as for us, we was different though.<br />Things have gotten difficult<br />Try to be Mr. perfect intercontinental, hold up<br />You spend your time with your friends all the time<br />And all that time with your friends put my momentum on decline<br />My minds gone evil. You changed with the season<br />You had a new clear heart. Guess I was Hiroshim"<br /><br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />..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?<br /><br />We'll see. Miss me when I'm gone.Greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04217555044432302255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9181891804601841936.post-60392407686300482602010-09-29T07:48:00.000-07:002010-09-29T07:51:59.335-07:00It Aint Nothing But A #; Dont Call Me On It.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 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">than</span> 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 <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">birth dates</span> 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.<br /><br />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".<br /><br /><strong>Special K: Some Women are not into mentoring a man...you gotta come already packaged to be open and used as is.<br />Me: However: Things fall apart.<br />Special K: Not Saying we all don't have growing to do, it just depends on how much growing.<br />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.<br /></strong><br />[At this point in the conversation I was expecting it to go one or two ways: her to dictate a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">young</span> 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]<br /><br /><strong>Special K: Unfortunately...things did fall apart b/c you guys man not have been equally yolked.<br />Me: Thanks [Female name]<br />Special K: Why you thanking me?<br />Me: Because you're stating the obvious.<br />Special K: <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Ohh</span> shut up Greg.<br />Me: Like sometimes we just might know the same things. Your age <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">ain't</span> really shit. I'm just saying. Age typically only matters to the older party. Especially since majority puts enough emphasis on it.<br />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.<br />Me: Good. So why are you over here speaking on age like it dictates anything.</strong><br /><br />[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.]<br /><br />This is what I said to myself because I hate to have debates with women. A woman <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">chooses</span> 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..<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">planned</span>. 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.<br /><br />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 <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">FedEx</span> 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.<br /><br />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: <em>Cubs stay in the den</em>, growing to become maned enough to venture on their own. Yes, they need guidance, and care, and even attention. Meanwhile, its typically the <em>cougars that are on the prowl, out <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">scouring</span> for prey</em>.<br /><br />It's just life. Live it. At 23..or 32.Greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04217555044432302255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9181891804601841936.post-12191502508793819672010-09-24T11:06:00.000-07:002010-09-24T11:17:30.057-07:00You Put The Dick In Her: I Put The Dick On Her. And Her....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.<br /><br />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 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Uno</span>..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..<br /><br />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 "<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DZXAQcsGTSI">You Wanna fuck</a>"Esq.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">sportscenter</span>. 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 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">cuddler</span>, 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..<br /><br />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 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">pictionary</span> 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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />...Then Patrice closes the door...Greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04217555044432302255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9181891804601841936.post-74560072938204577682010-09-23T06:29:00.001-07:002010-09-23T06:29:00.143-07:00"You Have A Way With Words, I'll Give You That"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 <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">haven't</span> 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.<br /><br />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 <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">down talk</span> 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 <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">currently</span>. 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 <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">don't</span> 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 <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">ain't</span> 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..<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Silently</span>. 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, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Face book</span>, 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]<br /><br /> <blockquote>As of Thursday, there will only be 100 days left in the year. Let's make the most of it Greg.</blockquote><br /><br />Shit, you're telling me. What was my New Years resolution? Get over that "commitment-phobia" that Netta <a href="http://semi-literate.blogspot.com/2010/09/tiny-bottles-of-wine-are-ingenious.html">speaks of semi-annually</a>. 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 <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">doesn't</span> 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.<br /><ul><li>To be a better man: Sounds easy right? I promise you that shit is hard.<br /></li><li>To save money: Well...see what happened was..</li><li>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 <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">haven't</span> heard much...</li></ul>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 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Minze</span>. 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. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">There's</span> nothing like it. Thus me saying..the last time that happened...<br /><br />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: "<span style="font-weight: bold;">if it taste like it has sugar in it, it's not a shot"</span> and we're true to these words. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Lemondrops</span> 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:<br /><br />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 <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">google talk</span> message from a girl that I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">don't</span> 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".<br /><br />This usually sounds good...But typically when I get those texts...<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">There's</span> usually a CHANCE a bill is split SOMEWHERE...and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">there's</span> a person who <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">doesn't</span> have cash [sometimes <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">it's</span> 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 <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">woman's</span> 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.<br /><br />[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.]<br /><br />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 <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">com mist</span> 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 <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">Lafayette</span> 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 <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">didn't</span> come straight from work to stop now. Needless to say I drunk more. At the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">hookah</span> 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 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">Lokos</span> with her. That night ended funny. Well no it didn't but still.<br /><br />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 <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">any one's</span> 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.<br /><br />Until.<br /><br />GregGreghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04217555044432302255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9181891804601841936.post-47565363416669465732010-09-20T13:02:00.000-07:002010-09-20T13:03:39.076-07:00The Interlude; But Not Bria's.It's funny. We're always looking for Mr & Mrs. Right be it they might be "right for the moment", or "right then", but you never know what it could be. I've been fortunate to have a lot of good women in my life. Friends, exes, enemies, yes even them. I've been blessed. Even my poor decisions had a good result (most of the time, I tried to be optimistic). But one thing I looked at from Ms. Upscale was...the shit finds you. I used to be pressed to be in a situation, mainly because I felt I had something to prove. Always had couples surrounding me, and being on these social networks, it kind of gives you insight of what to expect from others when it's your turn to be happy.<br /><br />I've been an asshole to the point where I've thought shit had to go my way in order to strategically work better. Dee has called me out <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">numerous</span> times saying "you can't be alone, but you can't be single", so I've kept a woman, just because. But recently things have just been..different. I wont speak much but I know I have someone who cares and is down for me, that's a pretty damn high claim. Now.. queue from "Until I Get Married". just because I'm content now, doesn't dictate that changing in the future. Things and situations happen. And I don't get to decide, but rather make it work.<br /><br />Relationships work. They don't have decisions. Arguments happen, and you can't do nothing but make shit work. You gotta feel me on this one. You know those cliche ass <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Taye</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Diggs</span> movies, or shit, any Black Cinema, where typically either <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Sanaa</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Lathan</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Vivica</span> A. Fox, or Gabrielle Union plays the lead black woman where <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">theres</span> love, hurt, turmoil, the turning point, and then ultimately the climax that ends good? I'm trying to have one of those moments. One of those "Love Joneses" moments. One of those ""play for your heart" type moments. Sound corny as hell right? That's the truth though.<br /><br />You never know the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">things</span> you have until you don't have them in your <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">possession</span>, and sometimes you have to give up plenty in order to get them. I love seeing my friends and associates happy, but its bout time I can say the same things. Shit wont be easy..at all. Need work. As I sit here...drinking my Lipton Brisk, trying to check for grammatical errors in efforts to make myself "look like I type perfect" (I don't), you got to understand one thing...this my life, I'm no gossip blogger. This is my life. And you should be in it. For good.<br /><br />Enjoy what's to come, Expect less of what's behind you.<br /><br />Are you ready?<br /><br />-GGreghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04217555044432302255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9181891804601841936.post-23291830284269106322010-09-01T23:16:00.000-07:002010-09-01T23:23:16.278-07:00The Soundtrack For Arched Backs.<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;">If you're Like me....You like to have sex. I hope you do. It's human nature. Safely though. Practice it. However: These are a list, unrevised, of songs, Old and new, that I've compiled for you to make a playlist on your Ipod or whatever for the extended weekend, you and your lady, to get it in to. This one's for the lovers:::</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;">Usher- That's What It's Made For</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;">Drake- Find Your Love</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;">T-pain - put it down</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> 2pac - temptations</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> R. kelly - the greatest sex</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> R. kelly - strip for you</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> Avant - read your mind</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;">Common - come close</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> Ginuwine - differences</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> Tamia - so into you</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> R. kelly - seems like ya ready</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> Janet jackson - anytime, anyplace</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> Silk - freak me</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> Tyrese - signs of love makin</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;">Tyrese- One</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;">Tyrese- On Top of Me*********</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;">Jodeci - freak n you</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> Chris brown - take you down</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> The dream - falsetto</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> The dream - purple kisses</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> 112 - anywhere</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> Jon b - pretty girl</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> Joe - all the things your man wont do</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> Joe - no one else comes close</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> Ginuwine - pony</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> Ludacris - woozy</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> Ludacris - Splash Waterfalls</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> Twista - get it wet</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> Lauren hill - sweetest thing</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> Usher - twork it out</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> Jamie Foxx- Do What It Do</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> Nivea Feat. R.Kelly- Touchin</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> Omarion- O</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> T-Pain -Studio Love</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> TLC- Red Light Special</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> Pretty Willie- Lay Your Body Down</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> Michelle'- Something In My Heart</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> Janet Jackson- Warmth</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> Justin Timberlake- Until the End of Time</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> Mint Condition- Pretty Brown Eyes</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> Lloyd- Feels So Right</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> Lloyd- Cadillac Love</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> Floetry- Getting Late</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> Mariah- Joy Ride</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> R.Kelly- The Greatest Sex</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> Sons of Funk- Pushin' Inside of You</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> Craig Davis- Personal</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> Craig David- Take Em Off</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> Trey Songz - role play</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> Trey Songz - we should be</span><br /></span> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;color:#000099;" >The Dream- Fancy<br />Ne-yo- Mirror<br />Chris Brown- Sex<br /><br />J. Holiday- Bed<br />Trey Songz- On Top<br />Chris Brown- Take My Time<br />Teedra Moses- Backstroke<br />Trey- Jupiter Love<br />Isley Brothers- Between The Sheets<br />India Arie- Ready for Love<br />Sade- No Ordinary Love<br />Jamie Foxx- Slow<br />Jill Scott- Crown Royal<br />R.Kelly- Honey Love<br />Joe- Somebodys Gotta Be On Top<br />Drake- Brand New<br /> </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;">ove Scene - Joe</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> Feelin' On Yo Booty- R Kelly</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> 15 Mintues - Mario</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> We Should Be- Trey Songz</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> Butta Love- Next</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> Take You Down- Chris Brown</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> Number One (Sex)- R Kelly ft Keri Hilson</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> Leave It All Up To You- Pretty Ricky</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> Turn Me On- Cocorosie</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> Sex Me- R Kelly</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> Trading Places - Usher</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> Sex With You- Marques Houston</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> So Anxious- Ginuwine</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> Wey You- Chante Moore</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> Sexy Love- Ne-Yo</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> Bump N Grind- R Kelly</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> The Sweetest Love- Robin Thicke</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> Sexy Can I- Ray J</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> Honey- Erykah Badu</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> Love Scene - Janet Jackson</span></span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" ><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> Make It Last Forever- Keith Sweat</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> These Are The Times- Dry Hill</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> Let's Get Lifted Again- John Legend</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> Slow Jams- Usher</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> Takes Time To Love - Trey Songz</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> Wait For You Forever - Mishon</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> Love Music - Chris Brown</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> My Boo - Usher</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> Stuttering - Mario<br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> Before and After - Corey Williams</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> Touch My Hand - David Archuleta</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> Yours To Hold - Skillet</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> For You To Notice - Dashboard Confessionals</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> Calling You - Blue October</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> Till (Your Legs Start Shakin')- Sleepy Brown</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> Between The Sheets- The Isley Brothers</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> These Are The Times- Dru Hill</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> Love You Gently- Usher</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> Slow- Jamie Foxx</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> Freakin' Me- Jamie Foxx</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> In My Veins- Jesse McCartney</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> Makin' Good Love- Avant</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> 15 mintues- Mario</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> Butta Love- Next</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> Take You Down- Chris Brown</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> We Should Be- Trey Songz</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> None of Your Friends Business- Ginuwine</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> Say Yes- Lil Corey</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> Slow Jamz- Usher</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> Birthday Sex- Jeremih</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> Love You Gently- Usher</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> Slow- Jamie Foxx</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> In My Veins- Jesse McCartney</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> Makin' Good Love- Avant</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> None of Your Friends Business- Ginuwine</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> Say Yes- Lil Corey</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> Let's Get Married- Jagged Edge</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> Feel the Same Way I Do- Destiny's Child</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> Put A Little Umph In It- Jagged Edge</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> Freakin' Me- Jamie Foxx</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> You- Lloyd</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> Angel- Amanda Perez</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> Tear It Up- Young Jeezy</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> Stay- Pretty Ricky</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> Anytime, Any Place - Janet Jackson</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> Leave It All Up To You- Pretty Ricky</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> Nasty Song- Lil Ru </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> Jodeci - Freakin' You</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> Trina & Plies- I Gotta Problem</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> 50 Candles- Boyz II Men</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> Lingerie- Pleasure P</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> Let It Flow- Toni Braxton</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> Red Light Special- TLC</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> I Belong To You- Rome</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> Honey Love- R Kelly</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> Lay Down- Shiro</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> You- Athena Cage</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> First You Said- Assorted Flavors</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> Love Won't Let Me Wait - Major Harris</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> Make it Last Forever- Nobody</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> Put Your Loving Through the Test- Keith Sweat</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> What's Your Fantasy - Ludacris</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> They Don't Know- Jon B</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> He Can't Love You- Jagged Edge</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> Tell Me- Bobby Valentino</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> Chrisette Michele - If I Have My Way</span><br /><br /></span>Greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04217555044432302255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9181891804601841936.post-7787714095281299052010-08-26T07:45:00.000-07:002010-08-26T07:45:00.309-07:00Until I Get...There: My Ode To JozenNow mind you, I'm not good with attempting to try to SOUND like a perfectionist, nor am I an asskisser, but I like to give credit where it's due. In the past year or so, I've followed one person, one blog daily. It's driven me to write more, yet give slight insight on my life. At 23, I haven't done much of what he's done, but I just wanted to shine light on Jozen. "<a href="http://untiligetmarried.com">Until I Get Married</a>" has pretty much been my Bible for the better part of 2010 and the end of 2009. When I was going through trials and tribulations with women, I knew...he had been there, done that. Almost to the point he perfected my flaws.<br /><br />Its good to know when you have someone older that you can look to for insight. So some of his blogs I've gone and tried to put my own insight into because of a similar situation. It's not a "Tucker Max" situation where the blogs had been ripped off and sold as someone elses. His stories are his, mine are simply mine. I could brush up on a spell check or two sometimes, but this is as real as it gets for me.<br /><br />So Jozen, this is to you man, I appreciate you for being My "Michael Jordan", the guy I strive to be, but probably won't ever get there. Hopefully one day I meet you, and just thought you should know that.<br /><br />- GregGreghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04217555044432302255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9181891804601841936.post-85002425704133242092010-08-25T19:38:00.000-07:002010-08-25T19:40:23.807-07:00The Cunnilingus Chronicles: Showerlude<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;" id="internal-source-marker_0.7039896501252643">:She wants me deep. She wakes up wet, dripping of a dreaming fantasy of us fornicating on those Satin Sheets. Pussy juices co-mingling with my facial hair, passionate screams as her knees buckle from my penetration.”</span><br /><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Verbal seduction, the thoughts of you digging your nails in my back has me writing this. I’ve thought once or twice about wrapping a fistful of hair around my wrist, grabbing you back as you quiver on my dick. I’m trying to stroke your self esteem if you know what I mean. I’m trying to release every endorphin in your body. I know you sleep naked. Its wet right now, and I want my dick in it. Fantasizing about digging your nails in my back, fresh French manicure scrapping the chocolate skin that covers my spine. I have a hard on thinking about the things I want to do to you. I could preach it for hours, but I rather make this quick. Over and over, and over again. </span><br /><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">I want to: Do the things I used to do, the physical, the impossible, the unthinkable. I want to fuck you so good, the eye shadow you wore to the club that night runs down your face from the perspiration of you sweating your hair out...Knowing you got it done recently. I want to arch your over grab your shoulders and fuck you like I hate you. Like a quickie isn’t good enough, I need to get it, hit it, quit it, and repeat it. You better cum on this dick. So much your sheets need to be changed now...not the next day. Then we’lll head to the shower were I’ll wash you up then fuck you again for a half an hour. Suds rolling off you, onto me, dick inside of you, you cumming on me. Dove soap scents and Warm Vanilla Sugar candles on the sink you bought from Bath & Body Works, grabbing the shower curtains because the soap dish too wet for your thigh’s leverage. </span><br /><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Force me to remember all those places that get forgotten in the kisses. Your inner thighs, the back of your kneecaps, between your index and thumb. All of the above. I want to kiss places that hair don’t grow. I want to kiss places that if you could reach them with your eyes, you’d see why I’m in love with them. Your lower back, the back of your neck, I want to suck them, lick them, taste them, I want to roll you up in a blanket and fuck you until you air dry. These are the thousands of thoughts that might go on in my mind. </span><br /><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">I just wonder if you know that I’m still thinking of things to do, wondering if you’re ready to attempt them, because I have a bucket list bullet-ed with quite a few, that can only be done by you. This list isn’t for the Satin Sheets, this is for the counter, the shower, the wall, the floor, the edge of the bed. These are the Chronicles of Cunnilingus and I’m attempting to give you some head. </span>Greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04217555044432302255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9181891804601841936.post-58925896898819276692010-08-24T18:47:00.000-07:002010-08-24T18:48:47.461-07:00He don't need 'em, so he treats 'em like he treats 'em<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;" id="internal-source-marker_0.017838025771263477">...Better them than me, she don’t agree with em’.</span><br /><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Now I’ve been really trying to be consistent, or somewhat consistent with this blog again. Three blogs in a week is a good thing. Could speak on plenty but I dont. I try to just keep shit simple and personal, but sometimes the thoguht that someone might view it may be a good thing. So lets converse. Well...I will. You ever felt like you’ve fucked up so much when it comes to life, that its like you have a “Karma” halo. Now mind you...the ex of three years, family still reference her every once in a while. Why, is beyond me. I’ll love her even after I die, but some things just don’t work out. That being said I go into every situation with “the next girl” like so: Head first.</span><br /><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">I’ve faulted plenty of times trying that laid back shit only to either get bored...or simply get played. Yes, I’ve been played before. Shit happens. Spanish fly who would fuck me but bunned the regular in the face dude. The interim. Shit, even...the name unspoken. But lets move forward before I get off subject. I might have a guilty conscience, but I’ve been guilty of being right before. Now theres this. Like I know somethings up. They wont speak on it, I wont ever know, but I know theres a third party. I can’t knock it, females do that. Keep a backup in case something goes wrong. Now...me being the old me...I’d probably be like “fuck it, I’ll go and get my own side piece”. But really..how many times have I done that and blogged about it? Sometimes...you just want what you want, even if what they want might take more. </span><br /><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Do I become the old Greg? Probably not. I have a heart again, and if I result to the old me...it wont end good. It never does, 1730 phone contacts later. I used to get around. So...Maybe..</span><br /><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">next blog.</span>Greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04217555044432302255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9181891804601841936.post-455416311437349892010-08-23T10:29:00.000-07:002010-08-23T10:34:44.644-07:00I Guess Its Gon Be What Its Gon Be;See....Im the type that hates to argue. But you...its like you bring that out. Sometimes, I have that urge to just strangle the shit out of you. I’m going to blame it on you being spoiled. You spoiled lil’ LA girl. <em>Shit is sickening</em>. I hate you sometimes, but I be wanting to fuck you so bad. To the point I don’t want any other man to have you. This is a tangled web we weave, and I’ve brought my needle and thread. What the fuck is it about you that sometimes I just want to go and fuck another bitch but I cant? <em><span style="color:#ff0000;">I dont even know</span></em>. Guess its like Kanye says, It’s bittersweet. Sometimes I swear you be fucking other niggas, cause lets be honest, you’re beautiful. If I were another nigga chasing you, I’d find every way <strong>possible</strong> to be <span style="color:#663300;">inside</span> of you.<br /><br />This is directed at you, nobody else just you. Other bitches don’t matter, it rhymes, too. I deleted all those other bitches because see...the only person worth talking to is, you. Shit I mean I’m talking...TO <strong>YOU</strong>. This is me speaking here. I can’t even call it. I’ve been a whore for so long, that actually talking to someone makes me thingk they might actually be doing some wrong shit. Because shit...I’ve done it. Twice, three, maybe four times. Theres been times I’ve gotten ass at a quarter to five. Shit last year alone I vouched for six, seven, eight nine, maybe ten dimes. But see nah...you’re mine.<br /><br />This isn’t a blog, this is just an open letter. If you read it shit, that might be better. You might want to curse me out, that’s the <em>way you do</em>. I guess you like to fuck, but you love to <span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>argue</em></span>. That’s why I fuck with you. You never make shit simple. Which got me texting you. <strong>Sexting</strong> you. Trying to figure out new, creative ways to have sex with you. Because I’m sexual and you’re intellectual. Makes me want to lay next to you. And never wake up. Because see for me it’s more than the butt, cause I can go anywhere for a fuck. But I’m careful now about where I nut.<br /><br />So maybe you might be thee. Fucked up part is, I don’t even know what thee might be. I been single for so long, I’ve started ignoring faces just to get the pussy. Shit, I figure it’s all the same since they all want a man with money. Fucked up part is....they don’t get a dime from me. Answer me why <em><span style="color:#009900;">all of this shit</span></em> I’m saying rhymes, it’s funny. Because you and I go together like two thighs cause honey, I’m trying to add, subtract, and even divide my money....Time, space, and my bed, cause like two eyes, I see, you and I, only being beside...<br /><br />See I can’t even <strong><em>find</em></strong> a word to but next to beside so<strong><em> I’m</em></strong> going to ignore it and go to the next <strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">line</span></em></strong>...Alright? See before I got to sleep I call you at night. No LL Cool J, no staring at my walls at night. I might call you, you don’t answer, but see that’s e, alright? Cause you’re so fine, it’s like beauty sleep you might need, and you define that right? Cause you’re beautiful. As I’m writing this, I’m typing, but I only see you. But its like.. Every time I speak...its like all we do is...<br /><br /><em>argue</em>.Greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04217555044432302255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9181891804601841936.post-25505368034915218162010-08-18T13:38:00.000-07:002010-08-18T13:39:40.913-07:00So What'cha Saying?I probably could type half of this blog you’re about to read better, but lately has been one of those “I could give a fuck, but I don’t give a fuck” type of ordeals. I still have my google reader set up to read particular blogs, no doubt I do, but in the meantime I’ve been living. And that’s taken up the bulk of my time. I’ve actually gotten quite cozy female wise, and been entertaining that more than you think. Sure...there will be people who text and call considering the fact, but I probably “could give a fuck, but I don’t give a fuck”. So what have I been up to. Plenty.<br /><br />I woke up one day, same as usual. One pants leg before the other, brushed teeth, mouthwash, washed face, clippers to the beard...the ever typical of myself. Then..I did something I dont normally do. I looked in the mirror. Shit..I was surprised. I think the last time I looked in the mirror this long was the night I spent the night at “Bays” house. Now don’t confuse “Baywith “Bay” that Florida term, it’s nothing of the such. Basically..she was a female I had entertained for a couple years via the social...then once she got out of her long-term relationship decided to use me as a fuck thing. Sure...you’d think thats no problem. But I’m like this with mine.<br /><br />“Why give you something for free someone’s willing to pay for?”<br /><br />Moving the fuck on. That ended abruptly. I see her out every now and again, but I’ll look, she’ll look, and I’ll walk right past her. I dont see the novelty in being with someone for years, then mysterious become single and want to “explore options”. You aint missed much sweetheart. She’ll probably read this a/or here about this thinking I’m bashing. I’m not. Promise. I’m past it. Go Cardinals.<br /><br />In recent months I’ve reflected. Thought a lot. Just like Netta (semi-literate.blogspot.com), I’m a control freak. Yeah, some shit I might ask you to do I might not do myself. It’s a trial and error thing. If you try it and its an error, hey...maybe I don’t need to do it. This comes down to everything from watching television, to penetration, to shit..even trying articles of clothing. I’m just that way. Notice how many “I’s” you’ve seen in this blog. Before I was an “us” and “we” type of alpha male. Too many love longs in my day. Glad we’ve come to terms.<br /><br />Things I hate that bitches do. Dont get me wrong. the term “bitch” is used in a fashionable sense because according to some women..its not “right” to call them that. Which leads me to the firs thing I hate. Women who instigate and carry on an argument over something so feeble. Granted sure...the make up sex helps. But:<br /><br />I hate to fucking argue. As a man my only form of defense is to get loud. I’m 23, and have made more women cry than I thought I’d reach by 25. I’m not ATTEMPTING to set a record. Sometimes..I’m LETTING you be right. Just so we can move past it. Shut the fuck up now.<br />Women who feel the need to bash a male and or female because you weren’t chosen. This goes for males too: Be clear, you weren’t the one. Someone loves you, it just wont be from that particular person. Grab your duffle, your muzzle, and pack it up, shut it down. I’ve been a casualty of this dumb shit once this year.<br /><br />“Not Really Going To” Sexsters”. Dont go texting me bribing me with pussy. Just give me a time and place. I’ve noticed this shit is like a worldwide epidemic, so its NOT just people local to myself. Those “What you doing tonight texts”..Only to tell me you have plans and or you’re staying in the house. I’ve developed a policy. Answer ALL text messages in 8-16 minute intervals. Make em wait.<br /><br /><br />I havent quite figured life out yet..But I know this..sooner or later I’ll be 60, 70 years old. And I’ll probably look back in this blog like “damn I did this and that wrong”. That’s a part of my life. And I continue to fuck up. It’s an adventure. Long as I dont die, or have some life altering situation where I have to hide in a box, I’m bound to make a mistake. I’m intitled to it. You’ll hear about it. It’s like drinking a pack of Four Lokos on a Saturday night. It’s so necessary.I hate to fucking argue. As a man my only form of defense is to get loud. I’m 23, and have made more women cry than I thought I’d reach by 25. I’m not ATTEMPTING to set a record. Sometimes..I’m LETTING you be right. Just so we can move past it. Shut the fuck up now.<br />Women who feel the need to bash a male and or female because you weren’t chosen. This goes for males too: Be clear, you weren’t the one. Someone loves you, it just wont be from that particular person. Grab your duffle, your muzzle, and pack it up, shut it down. I’ve been a casualty of this dumb shit once this year.<br /><br />“Not Really Going To” Sexsters”. Dont go texting me bribing me with pussy. Just give me a time and place. I’ve noticed this shit is like a worldwide epidemic, so its NOT just people local to myself. Those “What you doing tonight texts”..Only to tell me you have plans and or you’re staying in the house. I’ve developed a policy. Answer ALL text messages in 8-16 minute intervals. Make em wait.I havent quite figured life out yet..But I know this..sooner or later I’ll be 60, 70 years old. And I’ll probably look back in this blog like “damn I did this and that wrong”. That’s a part of my life. And I continue to fuck up. It’s an adventure. Long as I dont die, or have some life altering situation where I have to hide in a box, I’m bound to make a mistake. I’m intitled to it. You’ll hear about it. It’s like drinking a pack of Four Lokos on a Saturday night. It’s so necessary.Greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04217555044432302255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9181891804601841936.post-46305491954964893992010-06-18T08:38:00.000-07:002010-06-18T08:38:00.434-07:00...Using the Internet To Find S/O's.....I've had flings, fucks, friendships, and relationships all from the internet. Shit is what it is. I'm not out running the streets, not a hustler, and not a heavy clubber. I dont pride ymself off beign a club groupie, in there every thursday, knowing the bouncers and whatnot. However I do. How? The internet. The same people I'll end up meeting at a club...have Facebook, twitter, etc. What would be the difference in me saying:<br /><br />1.) I met my wife at the club. She added me on Facebook, we talked for a while, started dating.<br />or<br />2.) I met my wife on Facebook. we knew each other for a while, followed each other, spontaneously met at a club, and started dating.<br /><br />Its all the same. In the age and era we live in. The internet is not only a source of security, but of information. If you think the only thing the internet personas can offer you are "conversation", then you are one step closer. Whats going to happen when you have a conversation with a guy whos so savvy with his words, that woos you? "Oh I met you online, I dont do that" is what you're going to say? C'mon.. Be realistic.<br /><br />The internet is a pre-requiste to the real world. If you can't make it on here, you have no business living in the real world. Period.Greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04217555044432302255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9181891804601841936.post-5381104880371376002010-06-17T14:17:00.000-07:002010-06-17T14:17:00.419-07:00Glad I'm Grown.A lot of women have come in and out my life. Not many I cared for, some that were strictly sexual, and then, theres "those bitches". Now granted, I aint talked or blogged about many in the past two months, just because, I was evaluating... these bitches. I only call them "these bitches" because theres so many of them, its quite easy to take the pricetag of a woman off of them, and label them this. Lately theres been a few. Mainly because they see me happy. Which is cool. I've come to terms that you "get what you pay for".<br /><br />Now since August, I've blogged less mainly because I been content with my own shit. I've fucked less, talked shit less, and as a result, less drama has ensued. I told myself by December 1st, all drama would cease. It's June 15th, and only one issue remained. Bitches. I say this laughing because I used to be a bad guy. I think Summer of 2009 was my worst year ever living. I fucked just for the sake of fucking. Flirted with the idea of never getting caught. And most times, I didn't. But that shit gets old. Time to settle down have my own.<br /><br />All my boys have their girlfriends. And all my female friends have they dudes. They lined them up perfectly, right before Black Friday. Unique. I'm proud of them. Cool.<br /><br />My inspiration to blog again came from many places I guess. People have been like "Greg, why you been slacking". Well quite frankly my life aitn for the pen and pad anymore. Trying to settle down, get shit correct. Trying to have one woman I sleep with on the regular. Maybe create a kid or something as much as I be speaking of how I'm tired of being a bachelor and shit.<br /><br />But then things dawn on me:<br /><br /><ol><li>I know a lot of women who lie. I've had a woman lie to me about dreaming of fucking another man. Then lied about hanging with a dude she used to fuck. Like come on. I can lie a WHOLE lot better and more consistently than you sweetheart. Would you LIKE to play this game of Tit-for-tat? Or just be real about yours? Exactly.</li><li>I know a lot of friends should be associates. Simply, many of yall aint shit. And real recgonize real. You're looking real unfamiliar right now.</li><li>My Phone's silent feature is great: Fuck your message. Ill get to it when life bores me and I pull my phone out my pocket.</li></ol><p>But forreal though. Let me stop slandering women. I know y'all read my blogs like "damn hes always going through it". I do be. Regardless of the age. 30 year old. 26 year old. 19 year old. 24 year old. Women are the same. Men are too but I dont swing that way. So focus on the sex with the vaginal region. </p><p>Sometimes that "Its not the way it has to go, its just what I prefer" hits close to home. Some things simply go better my way. You dont have to agree. I lead a simple life but people seems to be prone to drama and controversy. Must be nice. Not my twist. </p>Greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04217555044432302255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9181891804601841936.post-4375918641363027892010-06-16T08:44:00.000-07:002010-06-16T08:44:00.457-07:00....Thank Me Right Now, Please. Dont Wait.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipokwdViJWjy4W9csp9LVDdLuktvzckpGccG69Lz1pC1AKAMz5YbTXN4SqyDbMjMf_dOYfFGGHVJocMhSL5WkaB5rrl6oALFlwOWXb71WabHkaF86bUtlpdfUARerckNk5X2Fs-hOXBQs/s1600/24745_413383311270_705761270_5508817_882288_n.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483130587144205570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipokwdViJWjy4W9csp9LVDdLuktvzckpGccG69Lz1pC1AKAMz5YbTXN4SqyDbMjMf_dOYfFGGHVJocMhSL5WkaB5rrl6oALFlwOWXb71WabHkaF86bUtlpdfUARerckNk5X2Fs-hOXBQs/s320/24745_413383311270_705761270_5508817_882288_n.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Welcome back. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Whew.. Where has time gone? Well since the last you've heard of me I've been through plenty. Like really, I been through shit most would find impossible. Not like flying off a building and landing standing up, but forreal. So I've been attempting to pump out 30 in 30. Feel like I can do it. I owe y'all. Where can I start? The women who've been in and out of my life? Nah....thats too easy. Lets focus on me. I've found out a LOT about myself in the past 8-9 months. I reflected, I asked others, shit...I even READ BOOKS. Yes. Me. Read books. I'm already smart as shit, but Kindles! KINDLES!<br /><br />A friend of mine (yes, they are still a friend) told me I was selfish. Insecure. Rude. Self-Obsorbed. Amongst other things.<br /><br />They aint wrong. I'm an asshole. Personally I prefer ME, over you. If they had to off you or me...It'd be you. I am a firm believer of the "Dont Snitch" movement. Regardleof the tattle tales on First 48 I watch ever so much. However. My self pleasure is much more than what you can give me. Kanye said it best. "I dont need your pussy bitch I'm on my own dick".<br /><br />And I am. I promise. I learned plenty. Women like men that they cant have. Bitches like to control situations they really cant. Married individuals lie. Single individuals lie. The truth hurts. And exes are just that. Exes.<br /><br />In retrospect of Drakes' album coming out...I felt it was only proper for me to start it off on his release date. Now mind you....my blog has been the same since Room For Improvement was hot. It just so happened my theories of his album coming out AFTER another Birdman & TQ album was wrong. Congrats. But this my blog. I downloaded your shit.<br /><br />Tomorrow I'll go in. 29 to go. </div>Greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04217555044432302255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9181891804601841936.post-75799357042697966412010-01-21T13:31:00.000-08:002010-01-21T15:27:27.038-08:00Moist Satin Sheets: Make You So Wet, I'll hydroplane....So I come to, and we're in her bed. Naked, shes' on top of me, I'm underneath her. She's still going for it. Pussy pulsating on my dick as <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">I'm</span> still hard, anticipating her sliding up and down to a rhythm that must be just in her head. Pussy so wet, feels like <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">I'm</span> hydroplaning inside of her, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">uncontrollably</span> as she cries and moans with each stroke.<br /><br />She lowers her head as she puts it on my chest, biting my shoulder, licking down my neck as I go deeper. I roll over and put her on her stomach. Planting myself on top of her, I roll a handful of hair into my fist, as her neck jerks back, she lets out a moan. I grab her throat with the other hand, gently, before I put my index finger in her mouth. She nibbles on it, then starts to suck it slowly as if she was planting her tongue on the base of my penis as she pleasured me. I let her, as I start to go into deep circles as the second hand on the clock behind me on her dresser clicks <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">repeatedly</span>.<br /><br />Her body so gorgeous, I'm wondering how it look from the inside. I caught the vibes from her pussy muscles making conversation with my shaft as I dug deeper, hitting down bottom as she started whispering in my ear. Giving it to her like I owe her something, I know she shallow so I take it deeper. I plan on cumming as long as she want it, so I pick her up by the waist as her hands reaching for the sheets to grab. Dick completely inside, I let her fall backwards as my back hits the mattress and she glides her pussy down on me once again, this time in reverse cowgirl position.<br /><br />You see, I have a slight obsession with letting a woman enjoy herself as I enjoy her so this time I picked the proper place to do things. On the edge of the bed mirror facing her directly as she watches herself enjoying me. The sun peaking through the blinds I peep out the corner of my eyes but I let her continue to get to it as I palm her ass with the left hand and bite my lower lip from the feeling <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">I'm</span> getting. She's getting aggressive with it, as she pounces off it grabs my hand and tells me she wants to take me somewhere I never been. So I let her.<br /><br />She walk to the balcony where she tells me to grab the railing. So I do. She starts to caress my back, and down my spine, lower to my ass as she takes me in her mouth for a couple minutes. Caressing my love below with her throat, as she wrestles my pants off me leg by leg. Of course you know me, looking around for a spectator, don't see many, but the sun is coming up, and we're only on the second floor from what it looks like. So she turns herself around and put one leg on the railing, the other still standing, meanwhile telling me to have my way with her.<br /><br />I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">face dive</span> into her as I lick south to east, then insert my tongue slightly to see what she tastes like again. Familiar..and I like it. So I continue. Pussy juice falling from my face I let her grind her gym-trained body on the tip of my tongue, while it dampens my facial hair. Once I felt I had enough of a facial cleansing...I insert myself from the back to her liking. Only difference is now i picked up her second leg to the point the only thing that is supporting her is the railing she's holding. So we're fucking. I'm digging deeper as she howls and screams as I dig deeper. The early morning traffic is coming, the coolness of the pool below our suite combined with the breeze is giving off a sensation that we both can only describe with the motions of out bodies.<br /><br />As I begin to lick down her back, we realize there are people watching, cars driving past slowing down, but it <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">doesn't</span> matter. The more people watch, the more she wants to do, so she thrust herself back onto my dick, at this point throbbing beyond belief. She lets out a cry that she's <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">cumming</span> and her legs shake <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">uncontrollably</span>. In efforts to cum in unison I start to stroke down at an angle in efforts to hit that G-spot more as she bounces back.<br /><br />And just as we both decide to cum, the railing begins to give way, we both fall forward towards the pool ahead of us. We both open our eyes in confusion as we are back in the suite, but the only thing that is wet...<br /><br />Are those Satin Sheets.Greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04217555044432302255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9181891804601841936.post-50182675563949915222010-01-20T13:34:00.000-08:002010-01-20T14:07:37.808-08:00Its Not the way it has to go..It's just not how it was.- TwoThousandTenThey say, "<span style="color:#cc0000;">Damn Greg, were you been man? I know you been hiding..",</span> I simply reply.. I been living. What else can I do? 2009 was one of my worse years. Fucked up that 7 is my favorite number, and 9 is so close. Dont judge me, I know it didnt mean nothing. And well..sicne I'm sittign here typing, I might as well add. The female I was dating and me= scraped. Out of respect for her I wish her well, regardless of the fact she wished bad Karma on me, and to never be happy. [That's the type females I attract I guess. The ex of 2008 said the same shit. Sue me.]<br /><br />But I digress, she and me were on two paths walking in two different directions. Tried to make some shit work, but it wasnt. No details. But we no longer speak. Numbers been deleted. Profiles been private. Shit just changed. For the better. I had that period where I didnt want it to be over. Where I did the partial stalking shit like "<em><strong>I wonder what she's doing</strong></em>".. or thinking the worse..."<em><strong>What nigga is she fucking</strong></em>". Then I realized...I could build a bridge and walk over it with sneakers of fire. So I did. Next time we speak will be via ferry, I can tell you that. Forward motion, right? Right.<br /><br />Its 2010...Single, pissing off females. I pissed off a chick I was getting to know during and post the breakup as a friend or whatever, mainly because of her <em>inhibitions</em>. Dont know how I attract females who look good, but their mindframes...strange. But homegirl was ugh. Then another woman..not girl cause she's a few years older [as most of them have been lately <strong><em>25</em></strong>+], but um... long story short we've known each other for the better part of two years. She had broken up with the ex of ten+ years and we decided to kick it, just friend like. Obviously later rather than sooner, sex and everything transpired. Emotions got kicked in the air, and we jumped for them. Only problem is when we both came down, the portion I grabbed wasnt the same as hers. I understand now as I write this though. She has to get over the relationship. But I rather he do it without me being a spectator, and maybe in due time I'll try again or something. I can't fade it now though. My patience wearing thiner than see through leggins in the new year.<br /><br />Amungst other shit. I been low key as possible. Gave up the Twitter lifestyle as a result. Is funny how life dries up like a prune in the sun when you arent accessible by the minute. Can't fake like I aint loving it. I had 900+ contacts in my phone. A few that when I looked at them I was like "umm..who's she"; Including:<br /><br />1. "Really...Who are you"<br />2. Alexis<br />3. Howard Girl<br />4. Red Wine from Silver Spring<br /><br />>>> I can't even afford to make a mistake and call them thinking I know them. I'm sure numbers been changed, phones mysteriously lost..off that "I lost my phone and got a new one" shit. So..I developed amnesia like Jason <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Bourne</span> since I can't read minds like <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Sookie</span>. [Ha...my new True Blood infatuation. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Fangbang</span>-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">esque</span>.] <<<<br /><br />Last year taught me plenty. Life <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">aint</span> about who you know. Shit, even the people I thought I knew <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">aint</span> know themselves. Sure, I have them moments I wish everything I wrote was getting <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">retweeted</span>, or commented on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">facebook</span>..but The life I live <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">aint</span> the life I lead. Which is good. Hopefully my blogs take into account of that.<br /><br /><strong><em>To know me is to..... <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">theres</span> a new me. -Drake</em></strong><br /><br />Can't really believe I went and quoted <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">ol</span>' boy, even though my blog is named after his <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">cd</span> which I hope <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">aint</span> slumming like his recent <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">june</span>09-Present material.<br /><br />I made a mission on New Years Eve: Reach out to everyone one last time by 1-09-10 in hopes to reel them in. But of course, plenty got cement feet, so I'm letting em drown. Glad I saved who I could, but I can't let too many on my boat and expect to make it onto shore. Just maintenance of my mind I guess...<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Theres</span> a couple females around. When they matter, I'm sure I wont talk about them. In efforts to be somewhat more personal, and to avoid having a mishap of a girl I'm fucking with knowing a girl I'm talking to [while I'm still single I presume].. I just keep it to myself. I'm liking that idea. Lets see how many times I hear "I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">dont</span> want to end up in one of your blogs" this year. I'm sure I'll be back around. Less of course, but when I do.. it'll be lengthy reads. Who's drinking? I'm buying. Lets toast to a New Year. I'm different. Clap for him.Greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04217555044432302255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9181891804601841936.post-84862788276422270422009-11-30T14:07:00.000-08:002009-11-30T14:08:51.730-08:00Sleeping With The Enemy. She Was A Friend to Me..I know I know. I aint blogged in a while. Been living. Heres something for you to read, indulge in it. <br />---------------------------------<br /><br />You should let me lay you down in the bathtub that I just ran for you.<br />Warm water with massage salt and vanilla sugar aroma to make your body <br />smell good. Then I can wash your body starting with your feet. Me<br />kissing your feet, sucking on each toe. Then after that, I kiss between<br />your thighs, blow air slowly into your the back of your kneecaps.<br /><br />Then I want to bite you gently on the asscheeks while I lick around your<br />lower back and kissing it as well. Rubbing your pussy from the front,<br />your cremin on my fingers, I can feel the thickness of your juices on my <br />fingers. I pick you up out of the bathtub like a newborn baby. Wrap you<br />in a warm towel, and carry you in my arms to the bedroom.<br /><br />Still wet and dripping from the bathtub, I rip the bedsheets off the bed<br />and lay you down on them. Kissing your body up and down while you lay on <br />the satin shets covered with white and pink roses that I layed out. With<br />some Slow music playing on the playlist in the background...I lay you<br />flat on your stomach.<br /><br />Pull out the warm sensation body oils and begin to rub down your <br />neck....then I progress to your upper back. I climb on top of you from<br />the back...and start kissing on your neck. You feel my dick pulsating<br />through my "I love you" boxers that I wore specially for this evening. <br />My dick gradually sliding up and around your ass, your fiending for me<br />to just take you. So I pull them down, and slide it in your pussy while<br />you lie on your stomach.<br /><br />Then I slide it halfway in. You instantly creme for it. Slowly moaning, <br />I ask you if you enjoy the pre show that I am giving you. You say<br />yes...but this is the beginning of a very long night.<br /><br />I push deeper inside of you. My dick greets your belly button is. That's<br />how far I'm inside of you. Sucking on your ears and kissing behind them <br />as I work my dick in 180 degree circles, full<br />circles....in....out....left and right or your pusy walls.<br /><br />You like that? Trust me...there's more.Greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04217555044432302255noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9181891804601841936.post-15859963117644726352009-10-21T10:03:00.000-07:002009-10-21T10:04:12.978-07:00Gone Til November?<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 12"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 12"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CGreg%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><link rel="themeData" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CGreg%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_themedata.thmx"><link rel="colorSchemeMapping" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CGreg%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_colorschememapping.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:trackmoves/> <w:trackformatting/> <w:punctuationkerning/> 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But honestly, I couldn’t mainly because of the lack of interest, and the lack of stories. I still have none, at least none that I would want to share. There was a girl… actually there were a few. And they all dwindled by the week. Seems like lucks only in my favor when I need to get one off. Which is cool. You’d say, “well damn Greg, you’re only 22, why not live life and have fun?” I’ve been doing that, but I feel I could do a better job. Majority of the natured shit I’ve done is to ease a females drawls off quicker. There was the bougie chick, the broke one, and the “I-just-got-out-of-a-relationship of X-amount of years” one. The last one holding the longest. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Basically my issue with her is we had a lot going, hell, we probably still do. She’slocal, we hang, spend time, blah blah, but yet, are not a couple. I can get with that. She’s no longer engaged to the ex-fiance, which is a plus, however, it seems like a two steps back after one forward thing is always the case in this scenario. We both admit feelings, then she retracts to the previous cat. I can’t fade it. So what I’ve learned to do is keep her at bay until I feel its right and necessary to see her. Probably the same way with her. #KanyeShrug [Yes, I used a Twitter hash, forgive me, It’s consumed my life]</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Another note, I havent been partying recently, which has saved me a lot of money. However I’ve demoted myself to bars, which is practically the same thing, minus the half naked women, there are half naked bartenders. Oh, and the oh so typical drunk dude who sits by himself scoping on the couples, or man/woman on an outting. I refuse to be one of those, so, I’ve come up with the method of being drunk by 9PM. Basically its completely legit for me to go and get shit-faced drunk by myself during happy hour. But at 9:05, I should be leaving the vicinity. It’s a method. Trust me, I’ve studied. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">I’m kind of stuck when it comes to words..first time in my life, but I just wanted y’all to know I’m still alive, I have things to say, but I just choose not to say them because I’m not in the position to, and I’m sure everyone will have an opinion. My sex life is fine for now as well. Could be a whole lot more raunchy. And it shall. When?.. Let’s aim for December. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Toodaloo motherfuckers.</p> Greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04217555044432302255noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9181891804601841936.post-70103912356244275482009-09-17T10:24:00.000-07:002009-09-17T12:16:11.692-07:00Set off A Spark. Old blog from on my phone.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNBcwxBW2RV_exk_888Cs-_g5Tj6tLVnDExea1gLgvLExtFgmHQOXQciyDFSXKikHLj01ysnHBuBPRBg6v65S5Y0U3Iew_CCrTmVMBU3supUfhCda2gHZ5gD8Xin8E1zRDWvH7zRNJhgg/s1600-h/hotsex.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350204310906728274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNBcwxBW2RV_exk_888Cs-_g5Tj6tLVnDExea1gLgvLExtFgmHQOXQciyDFSXKikHLj01ysnHBuBPRBg6v65S5Y0U3Iew_CCrTmVMBU3supUfhCda2gHZ5gD8Xin8E1zRDWvH7zRNJhgg/s400/hotsex.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><strong><em>Update 9/17: This joint was originally dont back in July, but I never posted it. So for my lack of words off other situations and shit, this is what I'm giving you. Some thoughts have changed, but I didn't change the blog. Fuck it.</em></strong><br /><br />If you can see this, then that probably means your on the "guestlist" to read the blog. Basically I went private for a host of reasons. None of them really hold any weight, but I've come to terms with the fact that I'm getting older, and in order to protect the hearts of many, I have to tone down things I say in order to maintain my character.<br /><br /><br /><br />My blog was never MADE to go and get attention, but more so to get out my thoughts. I tested it out a year ago, and sure, you get a few laughs, shits and giggles here and there, but the topics and discussions that did have substance were overlooked...often. Hence, we are private. I figured I'd go out of my way and ATTEMPT to blog at least once a week. But in May and June, well.. I've slacked. Just watching peoples moves and interactions with me. Trust me, I have a LOT to say but wont. Maybe I will.<br /><br /><br /><br /><ul><br /><li>The interim girlfriend and I broke up. She put it to me like this. "I care too much about myself to consider someone elses feelings. I dont want kids, marriage, or no drama." Basically she likes to party and bullshit. I can't knock her. At 25, what can you do? I on the other hand, can't see me waiting until 30 to "slow up". But to each his own cool.</li><br /><li>Had a stalker. Left a four minute voicemail on my phone. I would post the audio but it has her address, name and all that in it. But there are some people who have heard it. Wasnt very pleasant. Basically she left for school in August in Georgia. NEVER called, text, courier, nada. Then came back in May acting like I was supposed to be stuck on her. Nah. </li></ul><br /><p>Fathers day. Basically, dude aint been right the past 22 years. He's always been on some on again, off again bullshit. Like prime example. His other family, dude goes, visits, chills, all that. Think dude came past here ONCE on Fathers Day? Nope. As a result dude got NO conversation from me. Now, maybe when I'm older, and he's old and grey, I'll write a blog like <strong>"oh Dad, I wish you'd forgive me"...</strong> But quite frankly, dude never cared anyway. Sure, he shells out a couple dollars. But he still holds the fact he payed $250.00 for summer school over my head. And that was the 11th grade. </p><br /><p>I digress. I hate talking about family issues. He'll need me before I do. </p><br /><p>Facebook/Twitter: I jie like been hesitant to really go and converse with people like I normally do. I've slacked on updates and statuses, and I've attempted to distance myself from a few folks. Mainly... they aint shit. I have women friends on both that have been drilled in the head that flirting must go all the way. it doesnt. So I had to put a buzz in one girls ear.</p><br /><p>"<strong><em>Dear you, please be informed that even though you're cute, and your profile photo is sexy, you have no personality outside of this Facebook world. Sure, I've flirted with you, and yes, even went at you for sex. But trust me, 9 times out of 10, you were one of three females I did that to this week. Regards, Management</em></strong>."</p><br /><p>Food for thought. Take a bite. Happy 4th. I'll be back. </p><br /><p></p>Greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04217555044432302255noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9181891804601841936.post-77012742503279381182009-09-14T08:31:00.000-07:002009-09-14T08:49:09.700-07:00Oyster sex...hot grits and extra steak. Your wonderful<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCcS85mDDtof0akjAtAE6qu58ukoZuTKZX7oO81kP_k6hd4SDG4AV7oh8XVfG7wY9qhJ5WTnckc3dwouxi7k29JrOt3nmwomnWAqPb7AxspBHhC8s42m4k_v9gPXtjyWNELw8d7kXFbIU/s1600-h/kanye-amber-rose-bikini-g-string-atlnightspots-pics.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381350635497999074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCcS85mDDtof0akjAtAE6qu58ukoZuTKZX7oO81kP_k6hd4SDG4AV7oh8XVfG7wY9qhJ5WTnckc3dwouxi7k29JrOt3nmwomnWAqPb7AxspBHhC8s42m4k_v9gPXtjyWNELw8d7kXFbIU/s320/kanye-amber-rose-bikini-g-string-atlnightspots-pics.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>So, I finally went on my first date. Let me explain. I'm twenty two. Most of the women I entertain my life with are worthless. Which makes the evening even more fitting that my first vibe being with a blogger. Let's give backdrop.<br /><br />First I wasn't expecting her to answer. I was going through my phone.. Basically going through my phone...texting seeing what females were doing for the night. I had a date set with this one broad..but she aint worth the spitting in a drizzle. Fuck her. So I texted a few and decided I would go on about seeing other folks. Nola was that. We will call her that cause yeah...that's her. We hadn't really spoken in a while but seemed to not miss a beat. I appreciate her.<br /><br />We set up plans to meet and hang out around six. To see a Tyler Perry movie. And I don't fuck with dude so this was a stretch. So it ended up a bonus because the movie was decent. Taraji P. Henson is my bread and butter. I want to meet her and make our privates touch.<br /><br />Digress. We get to Gallery Place and the conversation of exes come up. Granted I don't do the ex. I don't talk about the ex. She's where she's at and I be where I'm at. So I told Nola both sides of the situation. Whatever. My thing is I don't get brownie points for telling facts. I didn't get to go into details about that time I fucked Karriane in 2006. But ill blog about that later.<br /><br />We get into the spot. We eat. We talked and came to the agreement that we don't do people with kids. I love her for the statement. Its wild because ill gladly fuck someone who has kids. Committing is something I can't. Reason I say this is mainly because I have a problem with committing to the woman but not the child. I feel like when I can be all and do all for the child...I'm just "mommys man". And even though I don't speak family shit...that's how my stepfather was prior to him marrying her. And I don't think I can wait until I wed before I can get someones child fully involved in my life. This aint for yall to understand...just how I feel.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Moving off that, Kanye's real bitchmade for Sunday night, but it's not my place to talk ashit about dude. The media will slander his name, and I will watch. He'll be downplayed like they did Ol Dirty in 97'. Lets not forget that interview on MTV.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Random Thoughts:</div><br /><div></div><br /><ul><br /><li>Can't wait for Florida. Ain't take a vacation all year, so I have every intention of doing so.</li><br /><li>I want some sex. Just like off the strength, like one night I'll regret and forget before I go ahead and take that venture into the dating world again.</li><br /><li>Will New York happen twice? Helix..?</li><br /><li>"That six thats, me. That chick, thats me. That boat, I had it on the Medeterrian sea, my nigga please."</li><br /><li>How come I meet three, four beautiful, intellectuals all at the same time? Shit is wild. Makes selection fucked up. </li><br /><li>Saturday joint [that aint happen] Why would you hit me up acting like I forgot. It's true, white women be forgetting shit. I don't though. Bitches and sisters I swear.</li><br /><li>Friend who got kicked out of Park on her birthday: Yeah, you lame. You aint call to say thanks or nothing for us picking your drunk ass up. Should've left your ass stranded. Lose yourself. No bullshit. </li></ul><br /><p>I would've went on about my date, but yeah, you get the whole aspect of where it went. She's cool foks. We'll hang again. Due time. I'll holla. </p>Greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04217555044432302255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9181891804601841936.post-34049012603490741212009-09-12T13:45:00.000-07:002009-09-12T13:46:02.087-07:00Jay-Z at Madison Square Garden Sept 11, 2009<object data="http://radioplanet.tv/wp-content/mediaplayer-viral/player-viral.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="450" height="370"><param name="id" value="single5292"><param name="name" value="single5292"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="never"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><param name="flashvars" value="width=450&height=370&file=http://video.ak.facebook.com/video-ak-sf2p/v6814/214/111/1118358203756_1226.mp4&skin=http://radioplanet.tv/wp-content/mediaplayer-viral/modieus/modieus.swf&image=http://i26.tinypic.com/70w3g9.png"><param name="src" value="http://radioplanet.tv/wp-content/mediaplayer-viral/player-viral.swf"></object><br /><br />More.<br /><br /><object data="http://radioplanet.tv/wp-content/mediaplayer-viral/player-viral.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="450" height="370"><param name="id" value="single5292"><param name="name" value="single5292"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="never"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><param name="flashvars" value="width=450&height=370&file=http://video.ak.facebook.com/video-ak-sf2p/v6814/91/41/1118369244032_30741.mp4&skin=http://radioplanet.tv/wp-content/mediaplayer-viral/modieus/modieus.swf&image=http://i31.tinypic.com/2wgzr89.png"><param name="src" value="http://radioplanet.tv/wp-content/mediaplayer-viral/player-viral.swf"></object><br /><br /><br /><object data="http://radioplanet.tv/wp-content/mediaplayer-viral/player-viral.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="450" height="370"><param name="id" value="single5292"><param name="name" value="single5292"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="never"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><param name="flashvars" value="width=450&height=370&file=http://video.ak.facebook.com/video-ak-sf2p/v6814/3/65/1118379324284_21394.mp4&skin=http://radioplanet.tv/wp-content/mediaplayer-viral/modieus/modieus.swf&image=http://i29.tinypic.com/kdwv35.png"><param name="src" value="http://radioplanet.tv/wp-content/mediaplayer-viral/player-viral.swf"></object><br /><br /><br /><object data="http://radioplanet.tv/wp-content/mediaplayer-viral/player-viral.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="450" height="370"><param name="id" value="single5292"><param name="name" value="single5292"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="never"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><param name="flashvars" value="width=450&height=370&file=http://video.ak.facebook.com/video-ak-sf2p/v6814/40/72/1118394604666_14119.mp4&skin=http://radioplanet.tv/wp-content/mediaplayer-viral/modieus/modieus.swf&image=http://i32.tinypic.com/igw03d.png"><param name="src" value="http://radioplanet.tv/wp-content/mediaplayer-viral/player-viral.swf"></object><br /><br /><br /><object data="http://radioplanet.tv/wp-content/mediaplayer-viral/player-viral.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="450" height="370"><param name="id" value="single5292"><param name="name" value="single5292"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="never"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><param name="flashvars" value="width=450&height=370&file=http://video.ak.facebook.com/video-ak-sf2p/v6814/235/8/1118400084803_29778.mp4&skin=http://radioplanet.tv/wp-content/mediaplayer-viral/modieus/modieus.swf&image=http://i29.tinypic.com/e005fr.png"><param name="src" value="http://radioplanet.tv/wp-content/mediaplayer-viral/player-viral.swf"></object><br /><br /><br /><object data="http://radioplanet.tv/wp-content/mediaplayer-viral/player-viral.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="450" height="370"><param name="id" value="single5292"><param name="name" value="single5292"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="never"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><param name="flashvars" value="width=450&height=370&file=http://video.ak.facebook.com/video-ak-sf2p/v6814/56/21/1118408725019_61567.mp4&skin=http://radioplanet.tv/wp-content/mediaplayer-viral/modieus/modieus.swf&image=http://i31.tinypic.com/v44itg.png"><param name="src" value="http://radioplanet.tv/wp-content/mediaplayer-viral/player-viral.swf"></object>Greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04217555044432302255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9181891804601841936.post-7060941810075253662009-09-11T09:53:00.000-07:002009-09-11T10:30:01.430-07:00DMV is too small. I've talked to two friends before. Shit be happening.<div>I'm going to let Greg write this blog. My alter-ego can't handle this type blog without it going into a tangent. So lets rock.<br /><br />I've talked to a host fo females in my day. Me living in DC, I'm sure most of them know each other in reference to the third. They may not be best friends, but they've clubbed together, their friends with a friend of a friend, or shit, they may have actually been close. I'm not guilty for knowing. I don't go out of my way and say "you know I'm going to fuck with her, and her friend just to make an option for myself". I'm not that hardbody. As a result, I lost a female friend, and a girl I was going to get serious with, temporarily until we talked the situation out about this.<br /><br />Apparently I was talking to her and her friend, whom I didnt know were friends. So she felt slighted because I was telling her the same things I was telling ol girl. This is how I function when I meet a person:<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><ul><br /><br /><li>I dont tell them anything different. I don't instigate family into conversation for the first six weeks. Period. Some shit you need not know of. </li><br /><br /><li>I don't lie. You will know everything I tell the last girl, because 9 times out of 10, I'm fucking with you because you remind me of the characteristics I like...and...honestly, that last girl had that. It's how shit works. </li><br /><br /><li>My friend says I have "Pussy Madness". When I talk to women, I talk to them in threes. I have: The frequent, the freak, and the wanderer.</li></ul><br /><br /><p>The frequent is the girl I want to be in the position as my girl, but she's just like me. She wants to play the odds in order to find Mr. Right. So I find myself competing with other niggas for her attention. I like the chase, until another man is in first place, and I'm in a position other than that. That's when the <span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>freak</strong></span> comes in. The freak is the girl that I talk to when the other broads bore me. We text freak shit to stimulate my interest and occupy my time. It happens. I'm to blame.. This is the Alter ego guy.. Sue me. Then you have the <strong><span style="color:#009900;">wanderer</span></strong>. She's the one who's the friend, that SHOULD be the lover. I have plenty of them.</p><br /><br /><p>Basically I WANT her, should HAVE her, but she's determined to keep me in the friend bracket because of what she sees me doing with the frequent and the freak. She is usually the one who I can go and talk to about everything, and she is cool with it THEN, but when I pour my heart about her being the one... She's quick to:</p><br /><br /><p>"I know how you do these females"</p><br /><br /><p>I hate that shit. With a passion. If 2009 had a motto, mine would be "I don't know exactly what to make out of you". Mainly due to the fact....women don't know me. They never will. On Twitter last night I put it out there I have an Alter Ego. Greg..and Al. Al is the raunchy dude that women want around after 8pm. The freak joint that keeps them laughing, entertained. All women want that "rush" that they can run to. My issue is I don't show "Greg" enough. Greg is the one they would date if Al wasnt around so much. And no I dont have Advanced delusionary schizophrenia with involuntary narcissistic rage, I'm just a very gente person. Me..and him. </p><br /><p>SoI know she's reading this, so I apologize for fucking with you and her.. I was just playing the cards dealt to me. I promise you I'm a good dude and you won't meet two of me in your life. It should've worked, and I could've treated the situation with better tactics, but end of the day, I'm a man, I make excuses without a strategic thought process, but I mean well. That's one thing she can say I've never told her. Tell her that. Plus, you were the better party. You and I both know why. </p><br /><p>This is Greg... And I wont finish last. </p><br /><p>Nice guy my ass. </p><br /><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8OuIEjEfJqI&hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1&" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"></embed></div>Greghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04217555044432302255noreply@blogger.com0