Lets the spectators spectate...

See, this is why I advice some people to stray from reading things I write. So... My ex has an "informant" lol. Conversation went as so.

Ex 05: Hello Mr. [Last Name] . I been hearing some raves about a particular blog of yours and I wanted to set some things straight... 1. They guy that took me to school Erik, came from facebook, not myspace. 2nd. I didn't stay over my current boyfriend's house, he went on vacation with me, not that it should matter because I was single... and then I hear u apologized to exs that mattered...wow, guess I didn't make the list granted I put up wit u the longest. All I'm saying is, if u r going to clear air and get things off of ur chest, let them be the right things. Thanks.
Yours Truly: Sweety. Story wasn't all about you
Ex 05: I was never told that it was.
Yours Truly: You made the list. But no reason to apologize to you.
Ex 05: And why was that?
Yours Truly: You've been apologized to before
Ex 05: Isn't that sweet of you
Yours Truly: If this is your form of sarcasm I like it.
Ex 05: Nope. No reason rto be sarcastic
Ex 05: Its christmas time....and I have every reason in the world to be happy :-)
Yours Truly: Needless to say...tell your informant there will be another blog. Run tell that
Yous Truly: And you'll be key
EX 05: Touche
Ex 05: I could care less about the blogs... didn't kno u were writing.... information breezed my way...I clarrified false information
Ex 05: I don't like being lied on
Yours Truly: Nice use of my word. Needless to say your happy. I smile because you are. Hope dude is good to you. I wasnt
Yours Truly: Especially by people who spent so much time in my life....even when they didn't wanna be
Yours Truly: I never left your life if your friends toss you red flags sweety. You should check your circle

More was said, but thats the gist of it. I'll say this once... and one time only. Whomever you are [has to be a mutual]. I have an idea who you are. I wont search for you. But lets do her and me a favor. Instead of trying to run between both sides and tell the story to the other party.. I'll do you the favor of just letting you know. We aint together. She got a man. We've spoken about it. When she need an ear, she got it. Vice versa. End of the day.. your in the mix. Causing controversy. And the shit is not a good look on your behalf. Thats that bitch shit. I can picture it now.

"[Faux name here], Greg wrote a blog, talking about you, and him, and him."

You feel better now? Like you've accomplished it. We've spoken. Is that truly what you wanted from jump? For her and I to speak? Ugh. Like I hope you get a lump of coal for Christmas. Fuck you and your yesterday. Yeah I said it.

Ex 05- Since you feel I DIDNT apologize to you.. I pretty much did. I apologize for fucking that other broad. I apologize for whatever the dumb shit was. Meanwhile... your friend that know me arent shit. Tell them I said that. I'm pretty much cool with all of them. Naked ass included. But this one person with all the rapping... No. Thats clearly why I cut off the ones that I did. Like that one in particular that was hitting me up, her telling me about how you went on that trip with dude. I honestly wasnt phased by it. The note you wrote "airing" me out, took it in stride. [Chest poking out, being bold] "what dont kill me...etc etc", right, Kanye?

You know where you stand with me, and vice versa. Any day I can come to you and ask for something and get it, and vice versa. When I was in a rut, you had it. Just happened I felt like I was dogging you, so I broke it off. Nver really SAID why I ended it with you, so I shall now. I wasnt shit. I was with you a real long time. Long enoguh that I started taking your traits instead of making my own. And I hated it. Wasnt my own person. Everywhere I was, you were therre. And it didnt help that everytime we argued, we'd rent a hotel, and fuck the entire night to makeup. [I actually enjoyed that... dont think I didnt]

But shit gets dry after awhile. I wasnt going to cheat on you again, but forever wasnt going to happen. I complain plenty NOW about not being in a relationship, it'll happen when it wants. But frankly.. you werent it. And I wasnt for you. Dude is. When I seen that you two were together, I wanted to HUG this man for doing what I couldnt. I can admit to not being the "man" in that aspect. I lose, I lose... 808's......

Moral of this... I'm better. Your happy. I'm better. I repeat that twice because I am. When we talk, I dont speak on all the BAD things because I have a reputation to uphold. Plus... who really tells their exes that they have bad days? Everyone I know usually acts as if their life has gotten 20, 30 times better. In some cases, it has. But thats just me being real with you. Xuan told me one thing before she passed. "Your one person that many wish they could be around".

Guess thats why your friends stick around, right?

Lets the spectators spectate. They want a performance, and I'm trying to win an Oscar.

The Process of a "Weekend lover" part 1

2009 approaching. I'm single. Whoopie, right? Shit should intrigue the normal male, but thats not me. 2008 was a great year. I had sex, cool. But.. time to settle. Jamie put the shit in a song and made it sound fucking fantastic. I dont know WHY this man creates wonderful music.. ALL the time though.



But I've actually been a whole lot nicer the past week. My blogs havent aired people out, or called them on their shit.

I've said it once before, but I guess I'll reitterate it. Women have reversed the roles, and tend to dictate when the emotions will flow. Usually a guy is the last to show any of that. Nowadays, they are. Like Netta said.. I've had a sex drought. Head doesnt count. Last two times I remember having sex, a dog was clawing at my leg, and the other time, "A Christmas Story" was playing in the background. I digress. I'm diversifying my shit, and opting to make a closer knit of options. Sure... it sounds wrong saying things about the sex aspect. But ultimately, that factor is about 35% of the reason relationships start. If the sex drive dont match mine, we wont go far. lets just say, hopefully Happy New Year ends better than it did last year, you know?

So.. Ms.Understood comes back into the picture. First time you've probably heard of her. She knows who she is, so I guess that accounts for something. Reason she holds that claim, is because not even she knows what she wants out of the situation. I'm sure some dudehas hurt her in the past. So shes been real timid in her motivation for talking to me. I cant resist from NOT calling and texting her for hours and days at a time just to see how far it can go. If she wants it as bad as I do, then she'll come forward. So far she takes ignitiative when others dont. Even though she doesnt come around often. Its winter break, so I'm sure I'll see more of her before I hear the excuses of her hanging out with friends, or hitting the books. Cool.

Then Stunt Double. Dont know exactly what the situation is with her persay. She has a way of making herself real noticable around the masses. Prime example: Facebook statuses. She dont comment on many, but the ones that intrigue her the most she replies to. And she has a thing for real hip hop. Im waiting for the day we're sitting there talking with Reasonable Doubt playing in the background... But I digress.

Calendar Girl knows shes bad. The long hair gets me everytime. Body is decent as well. Shes not overcompensated with ass and titties, but what she has carries off well. Two thumbs for that, right? Riiight.

Anyway.. So I get a text from Kushi [she smokes... and has a phat ass. Where they coilate, I dont know...]

Hi :)

I reply asking what shes up to, she says at work getting pissed off because the customers are pissing her off. I tell her it'll be cool. She says Oww. The convo picks up.

I ask her if she's going to have her friends spot when she comes back in town. [of course she will]. So I told her to call me. She says she'll call after midnight. [I'll update this section later]

Needless to say.. if you know your nickname, and you read these blogs, I discourage you from catching feelings over whats said. Its my truths.

"My blog is cathartic. It is about keeping it real with myself and others. It's about saying what I need to, even it bruises others because, Shit... sometimes I get bruised and this is where I let that out."

Explains it to a T. and I've been practicing this "telling the truth" thing to balance my equilebrium. So far it seems to be working as its supposed to. You dont like it? Probably because either you can relate, or you wish you could put it the same way i could.


Trey Songz cd "I Gotta Make It" Pretty much describes my every mood. When a female gets on my nerves... "Cheat on You" instantly becomes the topic of choice. Even if I'm not dating her. Not in the sake of me "cheating". but I'm the type of man that goes head on with my issues versus running from them. Trey basically personified the song by TELLING her.. "Look... the boulders you put in front of me are forming a mountain I cant climb. So i'mma work my way around it". Sometime females put too much emphasis on a relationship, friendship, or situation to the point the mans only two choices are to break her heart, or surrender his. And I'm still trying to keep the little bit of mine that I have left. So it will be your heart. I'm sorry. If you take the word "relationship", there are more I's than U's. And If my vowel game is correct.. thats just the way it goes. Me before you. Hence why my options fluxuate so much. I deal with so many women, I'm sure plenty cant take me serious because of the persona they see on facebook and whatnot. I promise you.. Its not the same way. Its funny.. I was telling a female a couple days ago... older than me of course. That I was interested in her. She has a daughter [can manage that]... So i didnt put it to her like I was diving head first, but I showed interest. I wouldnt say she got "scared". but either one or more things..

- Shes concerned about "Internet Greg".
- She sees the female comments on the blogs, and feels like she cant take me seriously
- She's possibly like "oh.. I hear this all the time.. yada yada... dudes always tell me this"

So if you hearing the same stuff from more than one person... the shit has to be the truth. I have no patience for pick up lines. I tell it the first time. If I'm horny and want to fuck.. I'm going to make a status about it. That and or hit on you. Its how it works.

Swear this Trey Songz cd talking to me right now. Vibe with me if you got youtube or an Ipod. Just listen to it. Now Playing: Role Play.

Got me over here feeling all cassanova like. Ugh. Wake up Greg! Your slipping! We need the old mean you back!

Back to the topic though.. In my quest to write all my wrongs, I've done some things that will HOPEFULLY change things with particular individuals, and clear my conscious. You know how people try to do that "good deed for the day"? I've been doing them ALL day long. It HAS to pay off. Maybe making others happy will take me out the slump. Granted, you read in the blogs, you laugh, you have fun, comment wit the "keep it up Greg". If you only knew.

- I kind of get sick of seeing people in relationships, and complaining about them every other day. Being single is great.. but in some cases.. hearing that one voice before you go to sleep.. pretty damn decent.
- I dont speak on A LOT of shit that I see. As much as I talk about sex and fucking... my test are negative. Ask about me. I had to have one girl on three way with my provider so she could hear it first hand. And I still didnt fuck her. Makes me wonder... do you get tested?
-I dispise people who make words longer or shorter than they should be. Theres no need to add multiples of the same letter to complete the word. Youu=you? Come on.

Sigh... Its midnight. I've ranted and rampaged for a few. Dont really care who sees this. Probably wont even tag anyone. I wont.

Okay Karma, I am done with you officially.....

Okay. So I'm reading my brothers status note off Facebook or whatever the case may be. Topic was as so. If you in a relationship and your man or woman aint giving you NONE, is okay to stray away?

Now... Didnt really care for female opinions because I know for a fact women have it in their natures to go weeks without intercourse with the opposite sex. But this is a tad bit different Granted, I dont know what flaws would happen in a relationship that would result in neglect of sexual interaction with your partner. Infidelity? Probably would happen as a result. Keep your partner happy. As a man, I could pretty much be honest and say.... Yeah.. I've cheated. And honestly, the chemistry between me and the girl was not the same as me and my partner at the time. My partner wasnt neglecting me sex. meanwhile, I had that period in the relationship every man has. Where we try to see if we compete still in the singles market. Obviously I did if she gave up the ass. Sound wrong, but its how I felt. Fuck it. I didnt have regrets about it until I looked beneath me and realize the person under me wasnt the same woman.

She incouraged me to keep going... couldnt do it. Now.. this is just in a relationship. I've been single a while since that happen. She forgave me for that shit, blah blah blah... But months down the line... Shit would come up in arguments about absolutely nothing. One time we had an argument about who would order the Dominos...and it ended up being about the negatives I've done in the relationship. Granted...

• I never mentioned how she went and had a dude she met off myspace drop her off at school.
• Never mentioned her staying over random dude house. [now her boyfriend. Cool. My lost. I'm fine. No tears.]
• Amungst other things. I'm bigger than that.

What I'm trying to say is... some shit just has no point in even happening. And the things we men do kind of become product of the breakup process. I couldnt argue her down about the shit because quite frankly... I fucked another female. And actually went on a couple dates while I was with her. My fault, sue me. Things were shaky enough already, figured I'd make an outlet by making an option out of someone else. And had plenty of reasons and excuses for it.

• Im at moms house
• Left phone at the house rushing out.
• My boy needed to hang out and spend time. <---used three times. Remember..vividly

I'm not perfect by far... But the shit I've done allowed me to reflect since March to realize the dumb shit. So... I'll apologize to the past exes that mattered.

Ex 2004- Sorry for dating you and taking your virginity. You probably were safer giving it to me versus someone else. Thought we had something. We didnt. Oh well.

Ex 2003- I cant even say sorry to you... I'm older... so I'll say I forgive you....yes...forgive you. Why you ask.

• Lying to your mother telling her that I got you pregnant when you were too scared to tell her you just lost your virginity. You were young.....didnt know the difference. Cool.
• Putting the condom in a hidden part in my backpack. Couldnt smell it because I never nutted. Luckily that was the only evidence that proved you didnt have me hemmed up for 18 years.
• 8 months. But I did learn how to use the metro as a result of you. High five.

Summer 2008- Umm I apologize. Shouldve knew you had a thing for your baby father still. He approached me asking, so I told him. We fucked, so what. I hate when baby fathers nut and run, and still think they run a females life. I couldve been nicer in telling him that I gave you your first orgasm, yet y'all had a child and couldnt make you cum. Tell him I apologize. Oh well Fuck it.

Sumer 2008 #2- I wanted you. You wanted sex. That reverse of roles isnt cool. I felt used. So Ive since distanced myself from you. Every now and again I picture fucking you again. It was great. Shouldve taped it that way I could remember key elements. Still love the company you keep. [She knows that scenario.]

Umm.. okay... Dont know who else is worthy of an apology... But fuck it. That sums it for now. I can only go up from here. Hopefully Karma slows down on her punches to my gut.

I'm done.

Make Me... Over? [The 2009 "Pay it Forward" method]

Disclaimer [courtesy of Netta]: If you know me, you will probably end up in my blog. I will do you this one courtesy: You can pick your own Psuedonym. I will honor what you pick, so long as it makes sense and isn't anything extreme like "baby mama". Lauren holds that claim.

Came to the conclusion I'm a bastard. Yes, my father was there, still is. But I'm a bastard I'm pretty much a mean person. I promise its a defense mechanism to ween out the negatives out of my arms reach. So far its worked within reason. Then I started to think about all the good people I've possibly lost as a result. They say shit happens for a reason, but fuck type logic is that? Thats like telling me "you want your cake and eat it to." Would you grab a plate and not eat it? Who comes up with these metaphors? Dont know...

Erin hit me up. Said I need to start being nicer and I should consider the "pay it forward" method.

• Im an optimist.
  
• With a low tolerance for buffoonery.
• Short attention span.

Needless to say trying this hopefully is "supposed" to work. This "nice" Greg should pay off.. because I'm personally tired of that bitch Karma staring me in the face. My conscious is telling me if I ever have a daughter, that should be her name. If a rapper named Ludacris can do it, why cant I. Used to think it was for the bullshit I put the "exes" through. Because I was a bastard. I fucked another female before. I did. I'm guilty. It wasnt great, by far. But thats beyond the point. I still dont even know what I cheated for. So... I had a conversation with my dick. Yes. A conversation. Went something like this:

Me: Why the fuck do you get me in trouble so much?
Dick: [inaudible]
Me: So you have nothing to say? Cool. We gotta do better. We're starting to settle. And your 50% of the problem. You have to stop jumping up at every opportunity.
Dick: [inaudible]
Me: This how its gon go. I'm going to start neglecting you favors in 2009. I'm the brains of this operation.

Okay.. that was the gist of the conversation, being as though it was one sided. The moral of that story is.. I have to stop going at the inparticulars that arent worthy of nothing but a nut. And I've been guilty of telling some that they are beyond bedroom material. And its a curse. Because it's given some women the luxury of hearing it from so many men, it went from being a compliment.. to second nature things they "deserve". Its not the case. So in my quest of honesty. I'm going to start saying "I'm sexually attracted to you". Cut the middle man out. It may hurt some feelings. But I rather have less women going out in public with dirty drawls thinking their shit dont stink. So the buck stops there.

Secondly. Shit about me. I hate facial hair. Gets in the way. In more ways than one. And my fucking hair grows back to quick. I got a haircut last friday. Its coming back already. I've learned tonot shave because I refuse to have bumps. But I know Tony gets tired of me walking in on him in the Barbershop like "trim my beard". Because I refuse to do it myself. Thats what they are there for.

Next... The club on Friday. lol. Lord. Interesting. I'll get into details in a minute. Cliffnotes for some.

• Nice seeing all my high school alum there. Purdy ladies. And my compadres, cool cool. Latoya, Erica, Jasmine, Shana [Miss M.I.A].. Deon I owe you a drink. Remind me. John too. Dave.. you werent drunk. I promise you. Erica & Toya.. whoever the blonde girl that was with y'all.. tell her I apologize for grazing up on her ass. I wasnt paying attention. I have no control of my elbows.
  
• For dc to be beefing with Baltimore so hard... Its interesting how many niggers [yes.. niggers] party to Bmore Club Music in Love. [Oh yes... wait a minute mister post man.]
• A nigga thought he was balling in the club. Tossed money in the air. You thought I wasnt going to pick it up? Got me fucked up like sex on the ceiling. I've been eating dollar menu on dudes expense since Saturday morning. Whoever you are... thank you guy. Your great. Fucking dummy.
  
• I bought a female drinks. So not me. Why did I do it? She was beside me talking. Plus two is better than one. Only if she knew the drink was free because the bartender knows me through facebook as well. You lose...you lose.
• They tried to get me to party to Beyonce. Picture that.
• No seriously... They tried to get me to party to Beyonce.... picture that.

But wait... theres more.....

Hoops...bad bitch. My whole body got hard...no bullshit. Lauren got comp. Whole time though. I would slit a hole in a rubber and reproduce with her. Twice. Met Nikki [hoopz], stamp. I hate calling celebrities their pet names and shit. Think it kind of got her attention I called her by her first name. Which bumped me up to see her. Granted...other dudes were timid. Just staring. Fuck that. I came for a reason. So yeah. Fuck that. Ask Morgan. I glided to the front of the crowd.. with my determined look in my eye. Seen her on stage. Goddess. I pointed at her, winked, and waved. They can vouch for me. She did it back. BAM! We got action. I made my move.

I moved closer. I told the bodyguard.. "im going to snap some with her". He told me "you can try if you like". In the words of Beyonce... "you must not know bout me.." Now at first... the task was hard. The Blackberry wanted to bullshit on taking photos. So I had to be forced to get Mica to give me Morgans' camera. [A gift I need for Christmas by the way]. I went back... and this little frail ass dark skinned chick tried to cockblock by standing in front of Hoopz. Ut oh bitch... you tried it. I aint no sucker. I tapped her little dark skinned ass, she tried to igg me. NOT going to fly round these parts. So i kindly grabbed at Hoopz hand.. and asked for the imagry. She obliged. BAM... in there. She comes down again mind you [first time was with the blackberry] and commist to start taking photos for me. Yes! But then... the goons out lurking. Out the woodworks.. dudes are looking like "THIS nigga got a photo with Hoopz.. watch me getem. So I end up snapping photos FOR people. One dude on his iphone, couple dudes from High School, a chick, and one other guy... dont know who the fuck he was, but aye..

Got a few photos in. Beautiful woman. Minus the demeanor. Granted...she's known for flava of love. So she has fans for being 'the quiet shy girl on flava flavs show'. Cool. Whatever. But after a while she got this little arrogance after taking photos and shit. I saw her picking and choosing dudes to tale photos with. Sheisty. They are your fans. Aint like you are Beyonce. Nor are you an actress. Your claim to fame was vh1...the retirement home for once important celebs. Moving RIGHT.... along.

Then..."black". Candice Cabriela. She was the more humble out of the two. I apologize Candace for getting your attention by grabbing your thigh. Its the only thing I could reach from where I was standing. But I believe I told you that. Bare with me. Now...usually I'm a sucer for a beautiful woman...but you struck me as nice. You nicely got down on the floor and took the photo with me. I truly respect you for that. You didn't have to. You didn't look as scared as Hoopz did when she saw all the other people getting attention. Deelishious...I saw you baby. Gorgeous. And whoever did your hair.. Needs to help some of these scallies out. Seriously. I couldn't get a picture because nigga in the red was cuffin you all night. Ugh mo. Raven Symone. I'm sad I didn't see you....but at least I was in your presence. I've loved your rotund self since you did that cd that never sold when you were like 14. And your worth 93 million dollars. Ghesh.

But fuck that.. Some things I HAVE to speak on..

--Random niggas throwing money In the air at clubs...no. Yes...I took advantage of your mediocracy and picked it up. Money don't fall off trees...but it damn sure landed in my pockets. Gained 14 dollars. Felt great. Thanks in advance for my lunch. Guess april 1st is everyday for some fools...

--Female Club attire. You are getting hit on for a reason. You going to Howard dont matter when you have to pull down your skirt everytime you raise your arm. "You may not be a skeezer.. but you damn sure are a teaser". <---I'm copywritting that quote.

--Plus sized women. I love you. Love you dearly. Swear I do. Your just so healthy. But like be conscious of people like me. I have a camera phone. And I will take a photo. Not to embarass you. But to let you know we are watching. I honestly thought this girl had a BEAUTIFUL face.. her attire just killed it. She wouldve done great with some tight jeans and a nice shirt and some heels. Somethings you see your petite friends do... you cannot. They bought their skirt at Forever 21. Thats the name for the store sweety. Not the sizes of the clothes. They have specialty stores for that. Big N Tall. Thanks.

--Dudes. Its LOVE. On a Friday. Church aint for another 48 hours. Three Piece suits? Better let... 35-40 year old men buying VIP booths and "hauling" young phat ass girls to come drink with them to look cool? Fuck it.... Nevermind. Do you. I'm trying to be nice. Maybe later.


Taking a note from Connie's book..but fuck it. Had to elaborate on it myself... Facebook is social networking. Yes. Females. Every guy doesn't want you for your profile photo. Its 33 degrees outside. Why do you still have that club photo up from Memorial Day weekend? Thirsty. Then get mad when your not taking seriously? Its December...and your still trying to bait dudes. Then when you hook the line you don't reel in. Fuck is your malfunction? Random - where the correct underwear in the club too. Aint nothing worse than black spandex and them big ass underwear with the thick ass elastic waistline. Ugh girl...your underwear got dick holes in em.

Dudes. As well...its cold outside. V necks? Seriously? Sad the measures yall taking to be cute for these individuals with the slit in the middle. Seen a dude standing at the bus stop today near Howard...cold as shit. Insisted on wearing a members only jacket. Its hard to spit game when you have the flu homie. -

Tpain..T.I..Kanye...best three cds I've heard in 2008.

Wanna know a song that I bet you didn't know was on my ipod? -------> New Edition - Hit Me Off

Oww.

Okay...I'm done.