Set off A Spark. Old blog from on my phone.

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.

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.



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.

• 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.


• 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.

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 "oh Dad, I wish you'd forgive me"... 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.

I digress. I hate talking about family issues. He'll need me before I do.

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.

"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."

Food for thought. Take a bite. Happy 4th. I'll be back.

Ninety.

Remember Them Days? That's what it used to be. But that there I promise aint me.

Lately thinks have been different to say the least. Like life is having its way. Hopefully things go in my favor. I've tried my hand at prayer and getting more spiritual, and I've been consistent about it, so hopefully it goes right. You know how we folks are. A little something goes bad in our lives and we turn to God to fix them. But I never said I was perfect. I can only try right? So that I do.





Moving forwards, I've been doing more reading of peoples blogs than actually making my own. And its always interesting to hear what other people have on their minds, because I tend to have plenty on my own. I even went out and spent $40.00 to get Documents to Go on my Blackberry so I'd have all of the blogs ideas and thigns I want to write about in one location and be able to edit it and everything from one source. Then just post it on here. I wish Blackberries just got a damn Blogger app. That'd be the life. Especially since Wordpress has one.





I've also been considering a new layout. Hopefully Jeanetta has some time on her hands to do it for me because I do not know how to do it. Speaking of Jeanetta, she made me realize two things in her latest blog over on http://semi-literate.blogspot.com/





#1: I don't like wasting my time, and I dont enjoy meandering in pointless, drawn out situations.


and


#2: I don't like to keep friends with old sex partners. I need change like Obama, and keeping you around under the label of friendship is a hinrance of my overall goals.





Prime example being Interim. Loved her to death. Time spent was great. Sex was something to marvel, and her personality just grabbed me. We tried the 90 day thing, but couldnt make it 45. So as a result I've implemented the same rule Netta has. Three Months.





Basically in three months of fucking, talking, hanging out, talking, people should know exactly where they want to be with a person. If not "be" [because you know people don't commit anymore. That word can make roaches scatter], it gives you a consensus of where you two should be, either together or apart. It's not that much of rocket science if you think about it.

"The three month rule is mutually beneficial. I believe strongly in cutting off things before we get to the point of no return. The point of no return is that fine line. One side is us, happy with good type relations betwixt us. On the other side is me pissed and arson"

Can you honestly go against that word? I cant. Committment, or the thought of it is weird for people. And even at 22, I know what it means. Comitting to someone don't mean forever unless you make it. But being 22 doesnt mean "hey, I'm still young, I have plenty of time". [I personally hate that quote]. At 22, I've had more women in and out of my life than a Victoria Secret on Semi-Annual Saturday. Any man that enjoys doing this forever is a fool. Ginuwine was a bachelor, but now he has a plethora of rugrats. So anybody acting like being a player forever is good is a fucking fool.

But basically after the three months, when you buckle down and you tell your partner "look, it's been a while, shit needs to progress". Dont misconstrue partner with somebody you sporactically see and spend time with on occasion. I have had a few of them. Girls who as long as you dont "publically" act like they arent the only girl...they are cool with that. I've had a girl tell me "I talk to too many". So what I did was told her less, and gave her less evidence. Even though nothing changed, things changed for her. But it was COOL for her to pubically make a proclamation for singlehood, and the occasional "I need a man". Thats just the way of the world. But on my side of the street you'll get ticketed for Jaywalking.

Women do get mad when men go after and and everything at arms reach, but can't be mad because they never "wanted to put a ring on it" as Beyonce would say [I've always wanted to say that. That deserves a video]



Moving North, As Netta says, --> "Bitch... you done bamboozled yourself. You were headed distinctly down a path that you liked and were comfortable with and the next thing you know, he pulls an okeydoke. Now you wandering down a shitty dirt road, shoeless and squinting cuz you think you see a light at the end of this shit. Don't be simple. Them ain't lights hoe. Thems is fireflies and ain’t nothin ahead of you but more bullshit.

Bamboozlement = Bullshit and Bullshit eventually = the possibility of arson... "

The 3 month rule saves lives

Thats it...Ninety.

And if you dont know, Now you know...Nigga.

No bullshit though, thats how I've been lately. This year alone I've heard "How about we be friends" entirely too many times. Its kind of hard to go and be fucking someone and maintain a stable friendship. So I've basically just been reluctant to fuck. Have you also noticed that once you havent had sex for an extended period of time, all these HIV/AIDS/STD commercials pop out of the woodworks? i'm protected and conscious, so I'm content. Plus I test. But I digress.

To make a short story shorter, girl I used to get it in with frequent is getting married. Now its funny because she's content that she's in love with me, ecetera, ecetera, however, its going in one ear, directly out the other. I havent blogged much in the past three, four months because I've been trying to condense the shit I say into one blog a week, but I have entirely too many thoughts up here, so I'm about to spill them all. Back to the marriage situation. Basically 4, maybe 5 months ago, she meets dude. He says he's going to the milltary, they get engaged. When people tell me this story, I hear it so much I think three things.

• Its lonely over there fighting an endless war. You want to feel like you have something else waiting marinating while you are over there.


• Your fiance' will get that check monthly. To pay for school, cars, save up, whatever.


• People really think that shit works out.

Now the one girl I talked to near the end of last year married her friend so she could get the check. So while I'm dating her and sleeping beside her, pretty much slim was married. So I asked her what she did with the check, she simply said that she payed off her books and car note. Must be nice. I'm about to search the US Army section of Facebook and get me a woman to wife up so I can get that summoned to me. But ol' girl who I'm talking about is scheduled to get married next year. I don't condone it, but I'm happy for her. I'll say this once so I can get it out of my brain. It was sex, and a little emotion there. She was around when I was with my ex but we never fucked. Her and I broke up.. and umm yeah, the sex commist. I had some great orgasmic moments as a result. I even contemplated continuing the sex while dude was overseas, seeing as he would never know, but I hate Karma, and I'm on this strive to be a better man, so I opted not to.

But umm yeah. So thats my situation with that. I've spoken/heard from Interim a lot lately. Don't know if thats necessarily a good, or a bad thing. Guess it is what it couldn't be before. But seems like one party wont let up. *slanted eye*.

Making a short story shorter, I'll try to blog more, but I be drawing blanks and shit. This what I have for now. I cant say all that I want to say because as @getyourhoneyon says on Twitter "You're so funny, it's hard to take you serious"

Touche'. Watch me work. Shit bout to get real, real soon.

Carpe diem, Goodbye soon as I greet em'

I came to the conclusion of quite a few things.

• I tend to keep entirely too many women around during the summer. This is the summer of saving. Females want to see all the summer blockbusters, Greg is trying to worry about Black Friday in November. I can't be doing on dates seeing the latest Will Smith flick. Just not in my budget.
• Bougie bitches love us dudes who quite frankly don't give a fuck about them.

Now I've dated and talked to them all. But upscale is fucking hilarious. Granted it started off as a conquest. Cute Spanish girl, nice figure, typical "Lounge" chick you wouldnt find at the club. Then last night... Seen her at the club. Totally lost her value. Contact is now in my phone as "DMV joint". Basically she put on this front talking about "I'm used to the finer things. I date men that have their own businesses, cars, houses"....Wholetime shes at L0VE walking around trying to get every hood nigga in DC's attention. We lock eyes a good two times. I ain't even speak, wasted talent.

Moral of that story is.. Bitches will lie. Niggas lie too, it's just females have a better script. They just can't stick to it.

Fucking. It's always fun, but lately the shit is just been like "okay.". Now granted, the pussy is wonderful, the sex is great. But the casual sex be having NO value at some points.


Sex Scene from the Movie Good Luck Chuck - The most amazing home videos are here


Like the motivation to fuck is there, the nut will happen, but when I get up, I'm ready for round two. Sure, most dudes have quick first rounds, but the first round be too extensive that I came, and midway through me nutting, my dick is still hard and I'm trying to get it ready for the return. I need to be checked out.

I actually miss Interim a little bit. I know her ass does too, just I have too much pride, and she..well I don't know. That shit ended strangely. And funny thing is... Day 90 would've been yesterday.

I decided to leave the blog open for now mainly because I came to terms like if you dont like the shit I say [that could be about you] then yeah, lose yourself. Its funny when I hear "I don't want to be a part of your blog".. Well, dont' do anything bad to be a casualty. And lately theres been a few of them. One that I aint heard from. Upscale. And some of the Twitter ones. whew... the twitter ones. lol. All talk, never any action. With me its like "put up or shut up".. everybody else is all gimmicks to gain followers. If I talk nasty, 9 times out of 10, I'm about it. This is what I've gained from Twitter in the 8+ months I've been on there.

• You will end up flirting with somebodys friend, or somebodys girl. I've received 9 DM's from dudes asking me if I was joking about the things I was talking about with their girls. I wasnt. I feel like this. If your single, by all means.. talk big shit. But it ain't fun knowing that your girl is out here flirting away in updates to "AlSharpTongue". Because I'm goin to go full fledged with it. Leash her.
  
• It's cool to be a celebrity. The pussy and penis you get thrown at you is endless. Before I joined Twitter, I had the UTMOST respect for most of them. Since I reached 2,000 followers, most of the celebrities are just someone I want attention from, and probably sex down. Like Cassie. I don't necessarily LIKE her, but since she's twitter accessible, I'd fuck her. Same with the joints from Danity Kane. NEVER watched an episode of the show, but they fuckable.
  
• Names get you far. If my name was "SimplyGreg"... I would'nt get as much attention. AlSharpTongue might quite possibly be up there in the top 25 twitter names. [gassing myself.]
• I got offered a three some. Fucked up part. One girl lives on the East. One lives on the other side of the map. And I'm not a frequent flyer minus on Ski season. So in order to compromise, I'll host the Trio Venue. Call me lame for accepting sex from Twitter. But I'm sure you've gone on a date or fucked someone off the internet. If you havent, you're a liar and I hope your mother gets dunked on by Patrick Chewing.

Song pretty much is the mood of the moment. No particular reason, but the joint just grooves.


Oh. The clubbing will be minimum. And I've developed a taste for alcohol again. I said I'd stop, but then I found $1.00 drinks. So.. I will be drinking. "Some girls are nice, some girls are whores.". Just watch out for the big girls.

I Feel Like you Should Put Your Pussy On My Face

I feel as if you need to be listening to this song as you read this blog

birthday sex (demo) - jeremih

Song jie like snuck up on me like shit, however it pretty much describes how my summer will be. Now, I'm not supposed to talk about sex for a week, but I feel as if this one blog will suffice for the rest of the week, so I will go ahead and speak on it. The last time I had sex, was good sex. So when I heard this song, I pretty much imagined how I'm going to spend 90 days of the summer giving her impeccible dick. Now all summer I've been reading sex guides, and stragegies for things I should be doing to my sex partner. So she need be prepared. She being whomeever. [Interim..]

I measured my tongue over the weekend, 2.7 inches. Decent right?

Theres a good three women I've said I want to have sex with, one knows, the other two.. I want at the same time. Wild as shit, but I figure fuck it. This summer I'm determined to do the following:

• Have sex hanging off a balcony in broad daylight


• Have sex in front of a peer audience. Yeah, I've done it before, but I was like strategized yet discreet sex. Like those little booths in "Hostel" or whatever, but yeah..


• Have sex in the HOV lane.


• Have sex in one of those "Model" houses and shit. Ditch the tour guide and go into one of the vacant rooms and get real uncivilized. Then walk out like nothing happened.


• Have sex/oral pleasures in Transformers 2. Reason why: None, just sound good.

So a female asked me today via Twitter: "What makes me think my sex is so great".

Never said that. However, I do what I need to do when I need to do it. I am open to suggestions, I take hints, and do surveys. Aint no purpose in fucking someone knowing you can't please them. This is where text messages come into play.

Me: So how you want it done?

Her: However you going to give it to me.

Me: Thats great. So if I just decide I'll give you five deep strokes, pull
out and roll over you'd be mad. Specifics.

Her: Nah, I want it from the back, from the side, I want it ate, thats
mandatory.

Me: I guess I'll be the dominant one.

I ask simple questions, but it seems women get timid when you ask a flat out question. Now.. Granted if I said 'let me eat your pussy, arch over, let me get it that way".. I'd get a stare like "oh, forreal". Yeah, I'm serious. So when I get questioned like "what makes you so sure in bed".. Its the fact that I'm willing to either be the leader, or the follower. Some people just opt for one roll and stick to it. Sometimes I want to wake up to you straddling me. Great, make my AM better. Shit.. I wish I had that shit happening to ME sunday morning. [Yawn*...you know what it is] But the powers that be say.. yeah...

Also.. Moving right along. I have a lesbian friend Arekah, and she put it to me like this: "Its summertime, I'm tryna see some bitches summa time 2nite"

Shit, the WWF aint the ONLY ones that like to tag team. Dig? Dug.

Fin'

Sometimes.

Sat back and just listened to Bilal and just listened to "Sometimes" for a good two hours last night. It wouldve been a confessions-esque blog but aint nothing I can say that I haven't here.

Sometimes I wonder what y'all REALLY think of me... Sometimes

Sometimes - Bilal

• Sometimes I don't think y'all get me....


• Sometimes I do it to piss you off. I like that shit.


• I'm never the same person 2 days in a row. Not even sometimes.


• Interim...I thought it was cute at the beginning..but now sometime you take shit too far.


• I wish I didn't try so hard sometime


• I should run in the opposite direction instead of walking the same path sometime.


• I miss you sometime


• Sometime I have to doubt what I talk about..


• I wish I would've hopped out the sheets sometime. (maybe I'd keep them around sometime)


• I want to spill out all my emotions, but sometime yall aint concerned.


• I wish I knew my father will never be the man I am sometime.


• I wish I could show up to late for work sometime


• Sometime I just want to be in your company but you concerned about niggas who aint fucking with you.


• It wouldn't hurt to know the effort I dished out was residual sometime


• Sometime I know God puts me on the waiting list for my long list of wants and needs.


• Sometime its just my dick that does the thinking.


• Sometimes I just talk to a bunch of woman not because I'm a player but each has a characteristic.


• I wish I wasn't me •sometimes•


• I wish I wouldve intervened when that girl was raped •sometimes•


• Many days I go to bed thinking it'll be the last night •sometimes•.


• •sometimes• I don't have home training.


• I regret fucking you at the Westin, I care for you way more •sometimes•.


• Money comes and goes but the pace is never steady...•sometimes•.


• I want to win...•sometimes•


• Yet I have to accept a loss..•sometimes•
  
  End of the day, I am just a man... Always.

It's Easier to make her a Baby Moms than it is to make her a Wife"

The topic was brought up about "Living Single". Some say its settling for less, some say you settle for second place. But I feel like you should'nt. Short blog. Lets run it.

Have some of you come to the realization that you may NOT get married. You may NOT find that lifetime partner to share errything with with? Shit sounds sad as fuck but it's a reality not many are willing to accept. Yes, its cool to be under 25, living the Party Life, but at the end if it, How does this reality make you feel? Like how does the thought of growing up with nobody to call your own strike you?

Granted, I'm twenty two now, and a lot of women have started the process already, have a child or two [in some cases more], and I've come to conclude its easier to find a baby mother than it is to find a WIFE. Reaching 25, us men go through our 1/4 life crisis around this age where we wont settle, meanwhile sometimes not want to settle down. Hence why so many single mothers are around.

Marriage is like a lifelong goal of being rich and famous. Everybody wants that picket fence, that golden retriever, the pool in the back yard. But everybody wont get that shit. Why?

• Many people are selfish as fuck


• Even more rather push at blackjack when they have 19 and should fold


• Some find marriage as a social standard.

I do agree with Interim, as her and I talked about this situation, and how she doesn't want kids, nor does she want to get married. I can deal with one, but both, no. You can live with your 39 cats if you want. At LEAST a child should suffice. I'm not calling her lonely for the future, but some people rather take over your life forever, and not deal with the labels and documents and the "quarrels" that come with a marriage.

As a woman pur it, and I quote: There is also a reality when men want that lifelong partner, and the feeling isn't mutual with their lady. Men can be old and alone too

This is true. No need to argue.

My man said the shit perfectly: Who wants to be 50 with a BUN?

Not saying your life is DOOMED if you are single, not saying that at all, meanwhile I can't see a life spent with you and your money being nearly as fulfilling as having someone to share it with. That or just being a "man or woman of preference". Pam Grier gets a pass for being single and 60, but how many people YOU know want to die next to an empty plot? I know I dont.

Before the debates start: The success of the marriages ain't the topic of the blog. Like....that's a whole other can of worms because fact is.....divorce shouldn't eem be an option if you got married for the RIGHT reasons. Many have been married, or plan on getting married for reasons like:

• They see it fitting since they've been together with the person for so long its the ONLY option to keep them to self.


• In the best interest of the family household.

But NOT to be happy.

Key quote: "Its sad when DIVORCE scares people from MARRIAGE"

Just want to get views and opinions about this topic. Feel free to speak your mind. [if any of y'all READ for the CONTENT, or just the LAUGHS...Clearly this aint a blog of humor.

Fin

Convincing with Her Body Dimensions-: She Don't Want to Be Just "Another Girl"

This week I'm trying a "no lying, no holds barred" approach. So if something is said in this note, I meant it.

All honesty, I dont even know where to begin. I had enough alcohol on Friday, that I didn't go out Saturday, night, slept all sunday after seeing "Interim" saturday afternoon. I dont really remember much. Forgive me. Came into work this morning feeling like I had someone stomp on my face with a baseball cleat. I dont really remember MUCH of Friday outside of meeting a lot of females I've met off Facebook, Duane lunching and grabbing some broad in the club, and I actually think I got a kiss from a female I used to be heavy steady with on the 3rd floor dance floor. Don't judge me.

I was told I grabbed one of Ky's friends, who happened to be a cute plump plus sized jaint, and dancing with her. I also remember Tamira's purple dress. Dear Tamira, I seriously considered having sex with you at the end of the night. May not have been consentual because I fell off and I'm sure other niggas are on you this month, but you know how me and you rock. Don't need to say much else about that.

Ultrabar bartender on Friday... Umm yeah, you still a pussy for charging me $68.00 and adding your own 22.00 tip. Next time I see you, its on like Donkey Kong. Quite frankly I dont play that shit. You lucky your a female, and I dont hit females. But I do cock back and launch knuckles at bitches. What you did was a bitch move. You qualify.

Few lessons I've learned about light skinned women:

• We men love y'all and let y'all get away with murder. Regardless of how feeble minded some of you creatures are.


• A lot of you are being used to diversify the black spectrum. In laimens terms, a lot of men are just getting y'all ass pregnant because they are darker than me, and refuse to take the risk of having a dark skinned ugly baby. At least a light skinned ugly baby can end up getting a pass for having green eyes to compliment not having good skin. Its facts.


• When you don't get payed enough attention, its an issue. [Edit] Thats all women. Forgive me.

EDIT: A friend sent me this-

So i read in ur note that some men dont talk to dark-skinned chicks cause they'll have an ugly baby.....My reaction...OUCH!!I appreciate your honesty but not all dark women are ugly and not all light women will give u a pretty baby....

That part wasnt in the note, and not of being in fear of having an ugly baby. It was more so an unbiased statement of men thinking they will have CUTER babies because they are fucking a light skinned women. Men are bigger baby critiques than women.

So I measured my portfolio today. Some of you I have no problem saying your names because you know what it is. And I dont talk bad about you. Jeanetta has made a week schedule for herself, I figured I'd do the same. Right now Saturdays are reserved for Interim. Call her that for the sake of her being consistent. We are'nt anything special, so when we see each other, its that. So bewbew, you have Saturday.

1. Monday: Rest/Relaxation- Nobody has this day. This is downloading porn and music day, also to recover from that weekend I just had.


2. Tuesday: PhatPhat. Would've been Interim, but she graduated to Saturday, and she's the only female that parties on a tuesday, every Tuesday. Usually we go to lunch. Jist of it.


3. Wednesday: Date Night. If theres a movie I want to see, it'll be on a wednesday. Beginning of the week aint good, and I hate going to movies everybody's in. I guess thats why I hate Tyler Perry movies.


4. Thursday: -------. Still open. Guess I havent kept a female around long enough to give a date for this. As of late its been bar.


5. Friday: This changes. Club, bar, whatever. Sometime I'll be nice and invite someone out at like 5pm to hang out. 75% of the time, they had the original party motives as me. This would be "Ms. Pretty Face", but she doesnt keep a calendar, therefore, she gets what I give her. Lately, zero.


6. Saturday: Interim. Stamped. Self explanatory. Then maybe, night outting with or without her. She has that option. On occasion Lauren London comes to town, they switch.


7. Sunday: Dunno yet. Waiting for validation. Keep posted.

Granted this aint a sex schedule. If shit happens it does. I know what me telling y'all this means. If I DO offer the time to a particular individual, it will be like "Oh, what happened to her?" Thats none of your concern. Either you bout it, or you aint. Last thing I need on my conscience is sassing a female who acts like she dont talk to as many dudes as I talk to women. Just being honest. But hey, y'all like being lied to, so maybe I should get on my shit.

Sidenote: One night stands aint shit. I got a call from a person that knows a person that had an inquiring mind. Wild shit, I know. Let me go head and run down the convo.

Me: Whats up? Been a while since you called.

Her: True, just wanted to ask you, did you have sex with [insert faux
name]

Me: Yeah.. Why?

Her: oh, you know she got a recommendation, right?

Me: *pause*...Uhm... Elaborate..

Her: Yeah, she asked ****** about how you were in bed and if it was like you
described in your notes.

Me: Kind of figured that, she wouldnt be the first one.

Her: Did you fuck her again?

Me: Nope.

Her: Why not?

Me: She had dudes she was talking to. It was a night of first, so I figured
why not. Sure she felt the same.

Her: Y'all still talk?

Me: Everytime couple days/weeks when she realizes I aint tripping. I guess
women think fucking a dude once phases us. Im comfortable in knowing I did my
part. She came, I asked for round two, she got it. I have a scar to prove
it.

Her: TMI.

Me: Obviously not enough if she's been going around like David Caruso trying
to find out where my dick been and how it was.

Moral of the story- I hate when females QUESTION the shit I say in my notes. I practice what I preach, and I know the art of my own shit. Stop that.

I'm done. Headache ensues. Bye.

Wise Words from a Decent Man

I'm impressed. First blog on the new site and I hope you are too. Still some things that need to be fixed on it, and this is the "working" layout for it..so forgive the construction.

Remember back in the blackplanet days...instead of saying you were too lazy to fix codes on your page "under construction" was your bread and butter? Lol.

I don't really know where to start so whatever. Basically I've been busy the past few days, dealing with family things as well as finishing up ski season. Yes black people ski. Hate ignorance when people act like we don't. Next conquest is white water rafting. I'm diversifying..

With the blog comes with new outlooks:

• » All women I once talked to...done. A man needs change, and can't do it with the same cast. Think of the original three "American Pie" movies. The first three were cool...but some shit drags on too far.


• » Sex. While there will be plenty, some shit will be kicked back to avoid hurting females I'm currently inside of.


• » "I don't want to be a casualty of your blog"...I don't strive to put you out there. Period. So in all fairness names are withheld. You know who you are. Simple.

Moving right along I've learned a lot from this ski season...maneuver well and try not to trip over your own feet. Stay focused on the next three moves. And it works in life as well.

In the transition of the blog, all the old shit is there. Let me tell you my motivation:

Dee: Even when you get on my nerves, still my best friend on this planet. I finally started LISTENING to the stuff you were saying, and its gradually making sense. I love you gree-dee. Enough of the soppy shit.

Netta- love this woman dearly. If there was anyone who thought like me and could share interest in things its her. She was my original reasoning for blogging. I love you buddy.

Aaronica- she actually helped me put this whole thing together. Without her this would be strictly blogspot. If not facebook notes. I suggest you read her blog because she updates daily. So when I don't..she's there.

Devon- fashion citizen. Met him off twitter but adopted him as fam off the break. In a nutshell... Haute couture.

Semora- Yes, you made the cut too. lol. Crazy enough, you endorse me and have a LOT of new insight to the things I know now. Preciate it.

Bianca: Yes, even you. Lately you've been around, either for arguments, or even just being the person I'm on again off again with. Have to get that together interim...
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Let me get this out too. All the women who didn't want relationships, bullshitted, fucked just to see if I was about what I wrote..thanks. I used to think you were meaningless outside of the physical, but my wit is tested daily with you all. Luckily persistence is a dish I eat ONCE for leftovers.

Speaking of not wanting relationships... But wanting the benefits. Peep this. It won't fly. You WILL pay for your meal. You WILL get a student or child ticket to a movie. And if you get mad...charge it. I'm pulling rank and quite frankly...friends don't pay for friends shit. I'm being courteous.

Fuck buddies...I'm learning to love them. Since women insinuate they like the benefits without the work...pretty much a part time job...yes.. I'm now am equal opportunity employer. If woman and sex are a synonymous name.. "temp agency" works.

- fucking a man who has a girl..sure its fun..until you realize...your on a sinking boat.
- your on call. Matter fact..text. Side booty gets characters..
- affection minimal. Hugs...cuddling? You better grab that pillow and cling close. Won't be NONE of that...round here.

I have to conserve...so tomorrow...keep posted.

Fin