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.

...Out of My System

Its funny, as much as everybody don't like her, I can't shake her ass. Even went to the extremes of editing contact information, and avoiding all types of networking with her. Seen one of her folks out and about, ain't even speak. Not my place to.

Now in the "getting over phase", I met good women, evil bitches, and all in between. And just when shit gets relatively normal again...Slim pops back up. It'd be a different case if I was hitting her up and shit, but nah, aint been like that. Her and me ended on some SLIGHTLY bad terms. Basically I wasn't haven't the shit she put on the table, so I rolled out. Seen her again, and you could tell there was feelings there, but nobody wants to act on them. You'd think her being the elder of the two parties, she'd meet halfway. But its more so all or nothing, and shit must go her way. In my views and aspects, its 50-50. With the ex I was guilty of being a bastard and not acknowledging emotions, so I guess I'm a casualty of that Karma bitch...a year later.

So meantime I been reluctant to sign into Facebook as a result. Everybodys in love, summer blossoming and gossiping, and quite frankly, it messes with my conscious, and makes me think that I need love and companionship. I've been doing fine exactly where I'm at.

1. Dont know exactly what I want out of a female. Physically, emotionally, nothing. Seems like as I upgrade, shit stays the same version. Bitches with kids, women with issues, girls attempting to be women. Even spoke to a friend of mine, and she kicked some Beckham Thoughts to me: "Greg, the problem is you can't differentiate ladies from women". It's been three days, and that shit still burns in the membrane.
2. Bad terms: I never actually BURN bridges. If somebody has an issue with me, I let it ride and keep it 100. Somebody out there hates my guts, and has made it clear of this. Havoc, but where I'm at with mine is, the effort I could take retaliating, I could be doing more productive shit. This goes back to the whole "upgrades versus standby" situation as well. Sad to see females being so vindictive. But it is what it is.

Back to what I was saying, with this lady, girl, woman, chick..whatever... There is nothing there. But the petty every now and again acts she does kills me. For some reason I can't shake it even though I practice equanimity whenever she approaches. Her and my relationship is probably equivalent to that Martina and Gina thing. They hate each other, love either at the same time, and SOMEBODYS pride is going to outweigh the others. Hers more than mine. I find it intriguing a woman can conquer my thoughts, but lose the battle of emotional wits. Sometimes the quietest room makes the most noise. So when I tell her I care, and she has no words, her actions, well, go figure.

[As I'm typing this... that night I woke up in that other girl bed.. Well she just hit me up asking about my Google status and what it means. The status says "If women don't figure it out soon, I'm going to be an awful person". I'm not talking rocket science, am I? Didn't think so.]

So I tell her. "Basically, y'all don't like progress until you realize your feet are planted, and everyone else is in stride." That part made perfect sense to me, if you didn't get it, I apologize.

Short story shorter, I don't know and quite frankly don't care if she is reading but it will be said. It's been hell getting over you, so Im moving past you. You've been a roadblock since that day, and it's best if I don't even acknowledge you. I should've listened when you said "You weren't any good". But I didn't see it as a challenge, moreso saw a female in need of having a heart. But I guess even a Tin man can't be so abstruse. So I'm done. I love you, but the fuckery must cease.

I dont discriminate...no not at all.

Facebook deleted me. Not once, but three times. So I'm taking it slow, this round. Lets see how long I'll last.

Other news..

Reality just set in, I'm bipolar. I figured this out after a conversation with Morgo last night after I got back in from my date [outting, I apologize], with "her". She does'nt have a particular name right now, so she'll just be labeled she. "She" can change next week, because they seem to change quite often anyway. Not my fault. Digress. Morgo tells me about dude she's been talking to, and how he's pretty much acting like a skirt because he seems to be competign with his ex by dangling her [Morgo] around in her face like a trophy. At first thought, I'm like "Ok, dont females LIKE making the ex jealous?". But this isn't the first time this month I've heard this being the case. Its just the jones'.

Spring is finally here, which pretty much means

• A lot of people are going to try to portray shit that they arent. This is prime season for taken men to re-do their rosters to find better bitches for the summer. He put up with you all winter, hibernatign, but the club notifications on Facebook are going to start up in April, so you know he's bound to get out.


• Females will claim to want to be single and "enjoying" the single life. This is a double negative. Nobody is "comfortable" with being single. Especially seeing their taken friends have options. Its a psychological game with women. They like to be single Friday and Saturday nights, until they realize they are going home alone from the club, while all their girlfriends are making calls.


• *Points Up* Yeah yeah.. you'll think "Okay, well she can make a booty call. But what self respecting woman YOU know is content with just being the pussy for the evening? Feel free to give her my number, I'll give her my friends numbers, and she'll be a statistic. Sorry, but yeah..


• The Preview of the Summer. A LOT of people were NOT prepared for last weeks weather change. That 60 degree burst of heat got to them, they're walking around with flip flops and North Faces. Turn around 7 days laters, every single one of them is sniffling with colds. Not to mention women's name games were horrible, and the decline in outfits at the club have been minimal. Seems like females are like "You cant go wrong with leopard, black, or red dresses." Be different.

Around this time last year, I hated the club, you could'nt get me to go. And I found out the reason why. I had reliable pussy. Its simple people math. You go out, get dressed, hit the club, gawk and stare at women all night, and your chances of pulling a source are slim and none. ME on the other hand, every Friday and Saturday, I was promised sex. Good sex if I must say so. Why did I ruin that by breaking it off? Because all good things come to an end. And I took pussy for granted. Sucks now getting in the house at 4am, looking at paper statements of a $40.00 tab for 4 drinks, tipping a bartender, and leaving out with just a buzz.

Want to hear about something that scares me? Titty fucking. Like I cant put myself in the position to sit on a females stomach and place my dick between her breasts. That has to be the dryest place on the planet other than Beyonce's reproductive organs [as Keri Hilson tells us]. Like who comes up with the concept of titty fucking? Faggy shit.

Speaking of Fags [gays, queers, homosexuals, I dont know whats acceptible to call them, sorry.]..But me and "her" were in the movies watching Watchmen last night, and a group of them are in an empty theatre, running around, acting like 8 year old barbie doll toting boys. So shes int he cut fighting back words, looking at me like I should say something to them. Now, contrary to popular belief, just cause they are gay dont make them any lesser of a man. And I refuse to lose a fight to four fags. I'm sorry, shit just wont never happen. So I let the shit slide for a good 15 more minutes, and I get tired of her doing her sidebar shit too..

1. Moaning and sighing


2. hand to her face covering her mouth


3. Mumbling curse words

So I just said fuck it. I walked up to them and was like "Not trying to bother y'all, but me and her trying to watch the movie.". One of the bent wrists was like "oh, I'm sorry sir, my bad".

• I hate when people call me sir.

They are quiet. I get back to my seat, and her face changes as if I discovered how to make her orgasm with two strokes. She sits upright, FINALLY. She's smiling, and says "Good job". At this point I dont even care, I'm watching the movie. Plus for the past 45 minutes she's been real tense like, so I didn't bother getting too close to her. I'm what you could consider "rebounding". Her and the dumb nigga stopped talking because he opted to keep pursuit of the ex girl [kind of like Morgo's dude], and she stops talking to him. As a result her and me start talking, and getting to know each other. She's not my girl, I have my options, I'm sure she has hers. I call sparingly, text on occasion. Same with her. Its quite entertaining. Lets see how it goes..

On another note, I have a sex drive that is wild. I wont go into details, but I sat through two full length orgy pornos last night after returning from the movie, and umm.. Yeah.. I did'nt go to sleep until 3:30. I'll let you fill in the blank.

Women: When a man tells you he masterbates, its not because we are trying to get a nut off. Well...in my defense, I get mine in daily, regardless if I'm hitting skins or not. It prolongs my real-life bedroom action. It's like a Wizards game, they have a shootout, and practice before the initial game. Same way with me. I dont want to get on the court and be winded and flacid by the halftime show. You dig?

Marinate off that though.

Fin'

Shit that urks my nerves. [Slight Facebook Tangent]

Dumb shit. Caught myself fighting back going on a tangent. Fuck it. Look for yourself.






And y'all wonder why I'm like I am now? It takes all my will not to jump through my computer screen and dropkick these joints.

Ladies, you just cant do what men do. Deal with it.

Ladies, let’s face it! There are just somethings you can’t do, that men can, Like piss standing up and walk away without wiping it off. You can not be consider domestic, walking around talking in slang and ebonics, cursing, rolling black and milds, smoking them in public. With your black ass lips. If you have issue doing mainly duties, dont try to claim that you are an "independent woman", and dont need a man.

Beyonce is selling you pipe dreams. And you have been swindled.

• If you cringe at the mentioning of changing motor oil.
• If you call a guy to move furniture.
• If you bought a lawn mower, and had to read the instruction manual.
• If you call the hispanics to paint your house, clean your gutters, and other household duties.
• If you consider getting a maid and you live in a studio apartment, or a condo.

You are domesticated.

I concur with the thoughts of "man/women" roles in relationships. I dont necessarily know what it means to be married because I've never been there...yet. However.. KNow your roles, and play your positions in the relationship you are in. Let a man be the man in the situation, and stop trying to turn him into a "house bitch".

-Tis' All.

Better yet, like Diddy... "Take dat." !! Owww

Good Morning.

First and foremost... Be prepared to read a lot. And Disclaimer.. I say some shit about Diddy in this note. I'm a fan, but my opinion is unbiased. Deal with it. Random tags. Deal with it.

You might as well say I'm having a case of writers block [weird right?] But I'm finally seeing the bigger picture of things. Went on an "outing" last night. Hate the term "date" nowadays. I told her something that I've never told a female. On the ride back home, I jive like laughed at myself, because it made PERFECT sense, yet I never could put the words into context until AFTER the fact. Crazy, right? Basically I told her as so: "Dont consider this a date. Might as well call this an outting. Theres nothing we can learn from each other sitting in a movie theatre. I'm getting to know you, so give me a couple more outtings before coming out and going on a date."

Reason I told her in this manner is because its amazing how many women pride themselves on being taken to a movie. Its NOT a date. Maybe my concensus of a date is different from the rest of the population. But conversation and direct eye contact is in order for that. Theatres clearly tell you turn off all phones, and shut the fuck up right before the movie starts. Kills the "datign' mood. However theres been many of "things" that have/could happen in a theatre. So much so.. I'm kind of scared to touch the armrests in the theatres. Too many times have I seen [cough] a females head gradually move from her seat to the one beside hers. Reminds me of that sex story by Zane in the Sex Chronicles. Im STILL curious about how head with Nacho cheese would fill. When I read that.. I pretty much got harder than trying to change your first name to "Muhammad" on facebook. [Trust me.. someone I know tried it.. and they wont let you change your name to hussein, Muhammad, and other "third world defense" contries. Check it.]

Needless to say, I'm going to go see "Notorious" at the movie premiere tomorrow. Then I'm just realizing to myself... Like.. who the fuck is telling his story for him? In all fairness.. I'm sure Mrs. Wallace isn't. What mother would'nt portray her son in a good light? And Faith... Lord. I wont even speak on that chick. Loved her cds... but after she did that 180 when he died.. she pretty much lost my respect. Remember when she was denying that her and Tupac fucked [even though we all knew she prolly was topping off Diddy too]..Then 9 years later, she has a book out explaining shit, and dogging Biggie out. Kind of fucked up, right? Butt hats neither here or there. I want to discuss ONE thing. WHY IS BAD BOY RECORDS THE GRAVEYARD? Like honestly.. When you sign a contract to that label... this is the fine print...

"Oh by the way... You can have a few hot singles.. but the first sign of you about to blow up... Sean Combs will shelf you."

You might as well take my words to the bank, because I'm a LOYAL Bad Boy fan. But I wont sit here and neglect that this man SHITS on his artist. Majority of his money comes from the 35% he gets from Ciroc sales.. and the Sean John brand. Bad Boy makes that man NO money. So.. what he does...

He hits the road.. gets people together put them in a house, makes a band out of them. Teach them to sing and dance, maybe get a few rumors circulating he's fucking one of the female artist. Then to keep his name buzzing in your ear before you tune it out.. He breaks them up.

Did "Dream" come out with a second album? Yeah... I didnt think so either.




How many singles did "Hustlenomics" have? Precisely.



What about B5? Remember the first time you heard "All I Do"? Even I was like "Turn that shit up... joint rocking". Harmonizing "I cant wait to get to school each dayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy". [End song]. Now where they at? On Disney Channel singing Jingles.

Okay.. Fuck being nice... Where the fuck CRAIG MACK at? FLAVA IN YA EAR BITCH! Cheri Dennis? Mario Wynans? Better yet.. Carl Thomas? LORD Carl Thomas.

PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT: I want to shout Carl Thomas out for being the cd I had great multiple orgasmic sex to.Multiple times Funny thing bout the cd.. is you can have sex to "Summer Rain" in the middle of December at a Ski Lodge in a blizzard, and STILL be a great song. Like my God. Y'all do NOT understand the severity of that cd.



Okay.. I went on a tangent.. But yeah.. Da Band? Who told that nigga Dylan he could rap though? Seriously.. If there was a list for the top 5 worthless rappers in Hip Hop ever.. He'd be in first place, right before the Rapping Chiwawa, the Geico Gecko, Spliff Star, and a deaf mute. However.. Sarah... My Christ. Like the first time I seen her in a dress on the show...I broke the zipper on my jeans. Neglect the fact that she whinned like a third grader, and took forever to hit notes.. But when the cd came out.. YES! Classic. I remember paying $5.00 in high school to dude in my Computer Science class for it [THis before Ipods..when niggas walked round with backpacks of burnt cds for profit]...

But anyway.. Diddy has raped a lot of his artist. But thats my nigga though. Only cause he did some "Big Man" shit most dudes wouldnt do.

[Had to take this part out. ]

Gave a million dollars to Katrina. Even though thats spending money for him. Look what Bush has done. Case closed.

The term "Bitchassness". Self explanatory.

Cassie. Even tohugh she sings like a 3rd grader names Tommy, and refuses to stick to modeling.. DIddy rocket launched her.

Aubrey. Swear.. If America went on a "No penalty, no law, " effect for 48 hours.. I would fly to whereever she was.. penetrate her blindfolded and probably plant a seed. Dont know WHAT they did to her... But the Aubrey from the Auditions wasn't hitting on NOTHING. But now.. My GOD.. I put this on a stack of Lipton Brisk Iced Tea.. I would make love to her. Moufkiss and all.

So bout this Notorious movie.. I will have some more to say AFTER the premiere... This is just the first little "outcome".




http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U2KbonwDNPo

"Never Let A Man Hit the Bottom of your Vagina"

This blog should be interesting. Now granted I wrote a status regarding "Whats the WORSE lie you've ever told the opposite sex?". let... the bulk of the replies came from so..

- The number of sex partners had & if the sex was good.
- "I'm on my period"
- "I'm a lesbian"

Obviously the ones that are typical. Understood. But one in particular was the one I was DYING for all of them to say.. And they did.

- "Size doesn't matter"

And I know PLENTY of women now. And all of them preach a sermon of how much they want a crave a big penis. And its crazy, because I've heard of women taking some extreme measures when it comes to finding a mans dick size. Like one girl I know gave me word that when shes freaking a dude at the club.. she goes and checks that first hand. So in reply to her I asked.. "So if your so consumed on his dick size, is the sex bad because your focus is on the actual thought of the size, or the fact that hes not putting forth enough effort to please you?"

Wait a minute.. Pause.. that was a fucking great quote right there. I think y'all need to print that on a t-shirt and sell it. I'll re-iterate.

"So if your so consumed on his dick size, is the sex bad because your focus is on the actual thought of the size, or the fact that hes not putting forth enough effort to please you?"

So as a female.. of course she hits me [Mr. Ass man] with this statement. "So why are men consumed on a female with a phat ass"

I couldn't answer with an elaborate response to try to confuse her, so I said the first original thing that came to mind. "A woman with a phat butt looks better from the back when you spread her ass like rumors". She laughed. I giggled, and we got off the topic.

I digress..Tiana [grown ass woman Tiana] said this:

"Size doesn't matter. I have had a dude with a smaller dick make me cum more times than a nigga with a big one. It's like guys with the big one think they ain't gotta put in work and the size handles it...hell nah! I need creativity. A guy with a smaller one will take that extra effort to prove that his shit is bomb or at least the ones I've encountered lol!"

Now it's funny when i hear a female say this, because I know plenty of male friends of mine that overcompensate for their dick game with women by words. I've had one of my guy friends that fucked a girl that I know seriously come to me explaining it like "yeah man, she came on my dick, she did this, she did that". So mind you... I could care less. Last thing I want to hear is about you..fucking one of my friends. I can handle it.. but like ugh. All I kept thinking was "Gonads and Strife". So her and I get to talking about what happened the night before. And conversation goes as so.

Mrs. Pretty Pussy: Greg, I hope you aren't offended about what went down last night.
Me: Not by a long shot. Y'all fucked right?
Mrs. Pretty Pussy: Yeah. I'm ashamed.
Me: Just shake it off. Think like I do. You got a nut, slept, woke up and developed amnesia.
Mrs. Pretty Pussy: Trust me. I wish I got a nut. I didn't even moan.
Me: Beg pardon?
Mrs. Pretty Pussy: Yeah. He came after 9 strokes. Got up and tried to go again and went limp. Told me to suck him off. Hes not my man
Me: Umm..yeah. May I please be excused to the quiet corner to laugh?
Mrs. Pretty Pussy: Why?
Me: Because he said he hit you from the back and you screamed out "ooh"
Mrs. Pretty Pussy: No no. I said "whoa". Because the condom popped, made him change it.
Me: Niggahs. hahahahahahaha. I'm going to bed.


And yes.. I have some VERY sexually driven posts and blogs, but yeah. I don't look down on my dick in shame either. I will probably be the only man on Earth to admit in a room of females that my dick don't reach my kneecap. I just wasn't built like that. My 5'8' frame can only do so much. So.. I've come to the conclusion even I... Mr. Greg. have to come to a female with a "Contractual Dick Agreement" and it goes like so.

"With all penetration proceeding to take place, I would just like to let you know.. somethings are beyond my control. I did not pass the NFL Combine, and I failed to make it to the WWF, so tossing you across the room, choking you until your lose oxygen, and anal sex are undeniable out of the question. This contract simply states that you understand exactly the terms and conditions put forth for you. If you choose to except however, everything else that takes account will be done. Falacio only happens with status. In the words of Anita Baker, I am "Giving you the best that I got." [Jigsaw voice] "Your choice. Live or die. "

Ahh. Feels so much better to say that. Now. On my behalf. The things I've lied about to females. Sad.. but there's particular things I can tell certain women. But there was one woman in particular I found myself HAVING to lie to. Now.. the scenario [rude as it sounds] is quite frankly.. I didnt want to be seen in public with her. Not for the fear of her being ugly... But because I know a LOT of "badder" women, and the fact that she had some of the best head I've ever had in my life, but she wasn't necessarily a "model". Sue me. So. The Conversation went as so:

Golden Lips: You want to go to the movies or something tonight?
Me: What do you want to see? [in my "why do I have to" tone]
Golden Lips: "A family that Preys together". I can check show times.
Me: I don't eem fuck with Tyler Perry, why cant we see something like Mama Mia or something?
Golden Lips: Mama who? I never heard of it.
Me: Be different.
Golden Lips: You just want to have me all alone, don't you?
Me: Precisely.

Now.. I can admit. to this.

• She had impeccable oral sex. Movie theatre..no crowd... dark venue. Perfection.

• WHY would I take anybody but my "MAIN" joint to a Tyler Perry movie. I wouldn't take you to a Will Smith movie, would I? No.

Rude, but I'm trying to be "in tune with my star fucking player".

Other examples of "Lies by me".

-"No, I didnt nut." [Whole time.. I did. I just developed a strategy of when I nut... flip her happy as over, start going down, bam..penis back on stiff-arm mode. Switch condoms. Slide in missionary. Never fails.
- "Yeah, I love the way you give head" <-- Could be true for some of them. But one girl couldnt do it to save her life. I called myself trying to help her our by tossing little hints to her. But you would think she would've got the picture after we watched a porno RIGHT before... and she didnt take notes. Come on. - "I wasnt looking at that girl". If you have to conclude that I was, then I was. Deal with it.
- "If I wanted to cheat, I wouldve left" This isnt necessarily a lie either.. But I had to put this in there. I hate when women have this thing for thinking that every female you flirt or converse with is potential for fucking. In some cases, yes. But if thats the case..you need to recharge your "badder bitch batteries", and get on your game. Women HATE to see a man they cant have. So if you have me.. they will want me. Dig? Dug.
- "Ill go all night". CLEARLY a lie. She shouldve known that. I have asthma honey. And Tia wont give me back my Asthma pump. Therefore I refuse to have my obituary saying I died trying to bust a nut. Sorry Charlie.
- "Your the last person I slept with" Self explanatory.

Example of some great sex that I DID have in 2008. Wont put everything out there. But I will say... She pretty much fucked me sober. Like we left the lounge.. I was under the influence. The sex had perfect timing, and hit the spot at the perfect time. It was one of those sexual experiences where you cover your eyes with your entire arm, just smiling and shit. So...Mrs. Wonderthighs.. I'd like to commend you on being one of my best sexual experiences of 2008. Surprise me with a text message offering penetration in a public place. That would make my Monday greater. [Biggie voice] BABY BAY BAY!

Whew. So.. Back to the topic at hang. Hopefully y'all have nothing else to do with your time today because the comments for this not should dictate how this blog comes out. What excuses have you heard or used against the opposite sex?

What is your take on the "size" matter for men?

Politics & Bullshits

Seent his joint on the Kanye blog. Something funky bout this joint. May make it a fashion.


This too. My Spring gear. And this shit too.





I would like to dance with her while freeballing in sweatpants...

The "Evolution" for myself.

Strangely, I've been inspired to write this blog by a woman who writes just as "assertively" as myself.

As I looked at the type of life that I've lived. I've always wondered.. What sins could I possibly be forgiven for? Granted, I've never done anything harsh, besides talked down about a person. But when it somes to the seven deadly sins, I'm completely biased about which ones I've commited. Quite frankly, I'm torn and confused over the moves I should make for the year. Something tells me to take more classes. Then my conscious guides me towards more money. I swear I should pay more attention to the books, get all the accredations needed for a higher salary, but honestly, the learning curve and process is shitty. [Think Kanye's College Dropout]. That cd always makes me feel one way. "No matter how much you fail, your not the only one not succeeding." I'm pretty sure there are people in worse perdiciments than myself though.

So I get a text message from Day. She's been more consistent than I thought she'd end up being. Surprisingly...

Her: I have an idea
Me: And that would be?
Her: U should bring me breakfast
Me: That requires us living together
Her: lol and y is that
Me: Quite frankly getting too old for sleeping solo
Her: So I have to share a bed with you to get an au bon pain muffin
Me: Not necessarily. But in the effort you take asking, you could be in route there yourself, wrong?

Slight morning humor, I suppose..

Decided yesterday I'd go browsing into Armani Exchange. Never felt the urge to storm out of a store until then. Granted, not only do they sell H&M fashions with the label "Armani" on it. But people fail to realize the difference between Georgio Armani, and the lower grade. Yet, there was a guy in the store, just browsing, mind you.. yet walking right past the sales rack. Why people complain about a recession, but insist on paying $65.95 for a long sheeve t-shirt, is beyond me. Blame my maker for introducing me to Marshalls, TJ Maxx, and the option of being more frugal with my income. Minus my habit for drinking and parlaying.

Guess you live once right?..

With that said, I took time outside of Facebook, and browsing forums, to actually go ahead and sign up for stock alerts. Very intriguing endeavor. Not usually somethign you'd see from me, but I've witnessed first hand someone get $5,000 for a slight bump in points on Wall Street. Better than going to Charlestown's quarter machines. So I even opted to tie my bank account to it to watch. And I'm contemplating being more wiser and getting a TRowe Price savings account to grow investment off it. [At 21, I'm making a lot more sub conscious financial decisions that I failed to since 18.

Digress. Netta showed me an error of my ways in a blog she wrote. So I figured fuck it. If she can do it, and make it work, lets see if a male can make it work. Basically taking her rules, and adding my twist to them. Sounds fail safe, and at this point, I trust her better judgement before anyone elses. As I laugh to myself, I wonder.. If she was born with a dick, and we were born from the same womb, could you consider us "Bang Brothers". Seeing as though we have the same sexual outlook, and pretty much form the same consensus on topics that most just shy away from. Continuing on...

Declaration of Singlehood....
I declare myself to be single... and the single rules are as follows:

I am single until I am no longer Single...

This means that questions like "Who is she?" or "Where were you last night?" are unfucking acceptable. I am my own entity. You play your hand, and so will I. I dont answer to many women, and even the ones I do form a response to get sassed when they cross the line between my business and theres. Had an encounter like this happen recently. "Why do you have a ringback tone? Afraid I'll hear your line beep?". No. I'm afraid you have entirely too much time on your hands to go and listen for a beep between the dial tones. Read a poster or something.

I do not want to talk about your feelings. Ever.

Or my own feelings for that matter.

You had a nice day, great. Felt nothing needed to really be changed here. Self explanatory.

Sex with you does not preclude me from sexual activity with other individuals.

My fuck stick is my own. I will share it as I see fit. No, you are not leasing, renting, or borrowing it. As Beyonce says, I put a ring on it. Therefore if I chose to fuck her, dont question me about it. Especially if you are'nt stepping up.

No sleep overs.

None. I like rollin around in my bed. Alone. At night. <---I rather liked the way this was put. I continue to make no promises as to whether you will end up in my blog or not.

You may. You may not. Identities will be protected. Pseudonyms will be used. <----same as above. No dick coveting.

None.

I play by my own rules.

Rules are tools that you use to win Games and what I realized a long time ago is that the game that others are playing is not necessarily a game I want to win. How I go about my life

I never feel obligated to inform you of my previous partners.

Follow this rule of thumb:
If you think I did.... I probably did. And seeing as though perception is reality, if you think I did it, it doesn't really matter what actually happened.

Fuck it:
Yea I had her before but that happened before. You get mad when you know so just don't ask me no more.


Heed Kanye's words. He is wise, that Mr. West. [starting to think Netta has a thing for dude though]

I reserve the right to overbook.

Overbook, double book, bump reservations. Just because it gets penciled in, don't mean it can't end up getting cancelled. I'm unpredictable. Sometimes I don't even know what I'm about to do. Better options will be offered. I've learned in 2008, females really dont keep calendar, so pretty much, I'll explore options.

I have a pet peeve when it comes to people trying to "Save Me".

I am not broken. I am entitled to like more than just you. And the last thing I hate is a female who attempts to use her past to dictate the actions she makes with the present. Because I'll leave your ass with yesterday. Also, don't patronize me. It infuriates me. [Lil Wayne voice] Beetch.

YOU ARE NOT MY PRIORITY.

When midnight hit, New Years Eve, I felt a shift. In my life. In my priorities. In what I cared about and where I wanted to go in my life. And pussy.... On the back burner. I'd said it before and I'll say it again: I'll start dating again when one of two things happen. Lauren London does a soft porn starring me. That or Michael Jackson gets a suntan. And the way 2009 is going, looks like its going to be a while.

Like a pair of drawls with holes, I balls out.

Alright, I had some personal shit to attend to yesterday, so I apologize. So we're back. How are you? I’m feeling good, feeling great. Feeling great, feeling good, how are you?

Before I get into it.. I want this watch. I dont care how I get it, but I want it.




First off. My molar on my lower left side is coming is, so my gums are stretching. Worse feeling in the world. Now I like pain, but I don’t want to lose my molars. I'm going to call the dentist and set up an appointment to see if I have to get them pulled or not. Only thing is I don’t wanna end up sounding like Gucci Mane. [Yahhhhhhh]. Wait... Its October 1st already? Damn. (Happy Birthday Lauren & CeCelia. I don’t normally do shoutouts, but fuck it).

Let’s jump right into it. I had a problem with an Ethiopian woman this morning. One thing I hate to see is a bitch with an attitude in the morning. Especially a D-List type bitch. Now, I am NOT Ethiopian, so I don’t know, but I've been told that they hold themselves to a higher class than blacks, and they don’t accept us. If that’s the case, let me be the first to say fuck you. This aint directed at ANYONE, besides the ones I mentioned. So if you have feelings regarding it, aint my fault. SO.... I’m getting on at my stop, and there are a few seats available, but I see one that’s closer. And of course, she's sitting there. So she has her bag in the seat. I say nicely "can I sit here". She huffs, and is like "what?" BITCH... I mean... BIRCH CANUE, you heard me, can I sit here. Don’t "what" me. Fuck is YOUR malfunction? I aint the one. So she just slides it over enough for ONE of my asscheeks to sit in the seat. I look at her and say "so, we're playing games?", and sit on the bag. Fuck you think this is. My name is Greg, not gump. I slap bitches. Fuck that, I partays.

So she slides the bag from up under me, and gets on the phone and obviously cursing me to the person on the phone. So I go right back at it. I'm talking to the dude across from us who was laughing at my approach from earlier. I'm like "this bitch must not understand, I will pull out every piece of urethrian hair that bitch got." He busts out laughing. So she mumbles under her breath "nigger"... WOWWWWWWWWWWWW





The whole bus paused; obviously they heard the shit too. At this point, I'm on the border line of slapping this bitch with a closed fist. How you going to call ME a nigger, whole time your legs closed, and you still smell like fish meat?

But ANYWAY... You know what grinds my gears?

When people fuck words up ...it makes me wish that all of the bad things in life would happen to them, and only them.

Feel free to add words that you hate to see fucked up

Mine :

bish - the FUCK is that? Fuck does that mean?

ANY WORD THAT ENDS WITH SZSZSZSZSZSZSZSZSZSZZ

niqqa ...when the fuck did the letters "G" and "Q" sound the same?

lols/lolz ...what the fuck is plural about laughing out loud ...and you're the only one typing it?

tYpiinq lyk3 dii$ ...what the fuck kind of keyboard do you have?

Hey bitches/niggas ...why the fuck did you go to school when you're not going to utilize the words and shit you've learned?



Anyway...fuck that and you.

Because some rappers do the shit too. Nigger Fab had me spelling Fabolous like is name instead of how it’s really spelled. I was fucked up for years. Getting back English papers like "incorrect word"
Anyway....alright, so im at work right now and each day my irritation grows more and more... the reason for this is because i think i have the worst luck when it comes to using the restrooms here.. Check it out... it seems like every time i go in there to take a piss there is someone in there taking a MASSIVE shit! No matter how many times a day I go or at what time I go, there seems to ALWAYS be someone in there blowing up the stalls.. First of all, I definitely don’t want to smell someone's shit when im going in there to either wash my hands or take a piss... second, its never a quiet shit either... its always the noisy kind where the dude is grunting and you can hear the turds splashing into the toilet bowl below him! ..Normally you wouldn't think much of it but when you start to realize that it happens EVERYDAY, EVERY TIME you go in there, then there's a problem... why do i get the misfortune of hearing and smelling the wastes of others? ..Is this like payback for something I did in my past? Man, im tired of the SHIT, literally... the next time that happens imma be sure to fuck with the person while they are on the toilet losing a few pounds... im going to fuck with them to throw off their focus.. im knocking on the stall door, im pouring water on the toilet paper while they're taking a shit, im messing with the handles... "Excuse me, you ok in there?"... "Need some extra tissue?"... "Asshole on fire?” ..."got the runs?" lol that should cause for some entertainment on my end... just a little payback for torturing me with that horrendous odor...

So today, went to the restroom to take a piss and guess what? YES! A dude was in there taking a shit... i made it a personal vendetta of mine to fuck with the next person that i walked in on taking a shit... so with the empty Gatorade bottle i had, i filled it up with water... i went into the stall next to the one dude was shitting in and poured water all over the toilet paper.. Dude started yelling and shit... it was hilarious... he couldn’t do anything either because he was in mid-shit. Aaahhh man... i love my job.

Justified as a woman

She needs a watch to keep the times
cuz' of the tears she cried
caused her dry eyes
how many times,
should she reply
to your doggish ways
and stupid lies
see, she was born to be a Black Queen
the Black Princess
You saw was true
the Black King
she thought was you
was just a joke,a fluke-untrue!
when she came to you for support
when she needed a helping hand
You didn't help her out of her hole
to busy chillin' with-
Joe and Sam
when her aunt made her
monthly arrival
like a revival
her dependency grew
see,
in church they call for the Lord
but she called for you-no word
as she lays in agitation
suffering from mental constipation
cause she couldn't get ya'
outta her mind,
she just couldn't get rid of
Ya kind!
she told me you put the
GERMAN
in German Shepherd
You're such a dog
and dirty like hogs
and she knew
that you were cheating
trying your best to be
discreet and...
she knew that you were skeeting
that's why her love
You saw fleeing
so deceiving,
she has cried her last tear
she could over you
tore the last picture of you
You're now
bye-bye,adios,
through
and it's true
she told me
"One day he will miss me
have dreams
he'll wanna kiss me
and I know,
that he will wish me
into his arms
without the proof of his charm''
out of arm reach
out of memory
her memories
will never let her get played
like spades
never outsmarted
her brain
she's on focus
to maintain...
so she wishes you
the best of whatever,
and she hopes u wishes
the same too,
she said she betta call Tyrone
tell him that she and you
are through!