Guess who's bizzack, still smellin' crack on my clothes, don't make me have to relapse on these hoes...I'm back, in case you didn't get the reference. Its about that time, wrapping up '09 and looking forward to oh ten (010) yup I said it, oh ten. This year has been WAY too crazy for me, from neverending drama, almost destroying a budding relationship (?) Getting kicked out of school...yeah, I'm remixing the Kanye route to fame.
Update on the last list...it was terribly put together and I barely did any of the things on it, so on to the new list.
Goals For 2010:
-After being kicked out of College, I have been given the ultimatum to either apply to another, or to pay rent, but I figure, if I'm paying rent, I might as well move out all together. So I have to make a decision ASAP.
-Cancel my gym membership. Sounds easy, but when things are that easy you put them off, and keep putting them off. I have enough equipment at home where I won't need a gym.
-Change my diet. I gotta start eating healthy at home, grocery shop so I can make lunch for work sometimes. I've been eating garbage all winter and its not good for me or my bowels.
-Maintain at least 1,000 dollars in my checking account at all times/build my savings account to at least 15,000.
-Re-connect with friends I haven't seen in a while. Since I'm out of school for the time being, I wanna be able to see some old friends, some friends I recently found from jhs on facebook, and friends I went to school with who I can't see there anymore.
-Get head every sunday afternoon-j/k
-Get my press kit together, and get this record label moving in the right direction, we've been stagnant the last two months. We're trying to start a revolution.
-I've already been working on being a nicer person, I have my peaks and valleys. I'm warmer to clients at work, its gotten me more tips, I'm trying to be less of a dick to certain co-workers, but they make it too easy lol, and I think overall, I've been less of an asshole to everyone.
-My relationship with my family is the best its ever been, but I wanna strengthen my friendships, I feel like I haven't focused on those enough.
-I want to read more and not get bored with books so easily. I want to read more biographies of historic people. Malcolm X is the first on the list.
-I have to get my so-called "love life" (not the right term to use at all) sorted out, tie up loose ends and whatnot.
-Last, but certainly not least, get my learners permit and liscence (sp?) I can't be in my twenties with neither, that's just a damn shame.
Monday, December 28, 2009
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Open Letter: The End Of Discussion.
To whom it may concern,
I'm typing this on my blackberry as I go to work. Now there seems to be a "problem" between me and a certain person, for what reason, idk why. Maye its because I have a smart mouth maybe its because she's overreacting to things, oh no, I got it!! TWITTER!! That's it, its all because of twitter, a stupid website, isn't that funny ? Nah, its actually more sad if you ask me. Let me start from the beginning: Yesterday I hit this certain person up on BBM, because I needed certain info for something nice I wanted to do for someone special. First thing she does is alert me that I didn't even greet, her, I have no problem with that, I didn't greet her first and that was rude of me, I apologized, let's move on. I get all the info I need and I'm like aight, I'm gonna start work now. Later on, she starts telling me about some book, so I'm like aight, she's gonna talk about an interesting book she's been reading, cool, WRONG!! She's talking about how in order for her to let go of things that are bothering her, she has to confront them, so she tells me she basically didn't accept my apology for when I said I thought she was "policing my tweets", how she's upset I haven't been changing like I said I would, she's still upset about things I tweet, and how I've been not speaking to her and shit as if I'm still a little upset. First thought I get is "oh no, not this shit, here we go again..." Well, let me tell you my thoughts on these "situations":
First off, if you don't think my apology was sincere enough, that's ok, because I knew it was. Maybe you thought it wasn't because you didn't see me "changing" as you would have liked to, but I thought about it, and I don't think I need to change that much.
My explanation for the policing statement: I think you invest way too much into what I write on twitter, when I'm getting asked 20 questions about any "suspect" tweets (pause) that I may have, how am I supposed to feel ? Its like I have to watch what I type because you're gonna take it the wrong way and get upset and badger me about a rediculous tweet. Case in point: when I tweeted I woke up with no pants, I tweeted that shit because I found it funny the previous nights proceedings went, but I figure you interpreted it as I woke up in some other broads bed and the reason I didn't have pants was beause I was smashing her out. I feel like I shouldn't have to: a. Explain every thing I tweet that you don't understand and b. Have to worry about what I tweet because you may take it the wrong way. I don't ever question what you or your crew tweets because I either don't care, or I don't care. Its fucking twitter, I'm not taking that shit as 100% gospel, so I don't see why you have to.
About this me being upset, not speaking to you or whatever. I, for one, thought everything was good gravy between all of us. Why haven't I spoken to you ? I don't really see you on aim like that anymore; didn't you just recently get back on the bbm swag ?; and I have tweeted at you numerous times, so I don't see how I've been "avoiding" you.
on this whole changing thing, I think this also has to do with a direct correlation to Twitter. I've been the same person I've always been, more or less, since you first met me on Dimples' 23rd birthday, you know, when you thought I was the drug dealer who hated you guys because I didn't say a word to you. You haven't "noticed" a problem with me until this twitter thing, which is rediculous because we've had plenty of QT where we got to know each other, that weekend I spent in L.I will always be dear to me because we bonded, you know the real me, you know you know that, yet for some reason, you want to judge me by what I tweet. I don't understand that at all, I don't know what you want me to do, sometimes I feel like you're an unofficial girlfriend with all the conversations about what's wrong with me that we've had. The shit is getting to be way too stressful, too drama filled, to exhausting for me to deal with. For what its worth, I don't think any less, or any differently of you, yet you feel that way about me.
Here, if you want to use any internet forum to base judgement on me with, use this blog, because this is the realest me you'll get in regards to a computer screen. Not twitter, never ever twitter. Here's how I rank wesites I take seriously: 1. My Blog 2. Every site but twitter, hell I even take facebook, Niketalk, and Kanye's blog more seriously than I take Twitter. So for you to know me, have spoken to me, know my physical presence, no pervo, yet still judge me based off of what I tweet baffles me to no avail. Yeah, I tweeted that I may need a disclaimer for what I post on twitter, do you think I'm wrong ? I know that upset you, but do you see what I'm saying ? You're reaction to my tweets in the past justifies my idea of having a disclaimer, well here it is: The ideas posted on Twitter of one Mr. Christopher E Stanley, are not the ideas truly believed by said person. Take ev everything he posts with a grain of salt, and rememberan at the end of the day, you know the real him, and this is just a flavor of the month website. Don't take it too seriously.
With hat said, I hope all this makes sense when you read it, because it made sense when I typed it. You may think I'm full of shit, but that's your prerogative at the end of the day, so peace and love.
Sincerely,
The Rated R Rockstar
I'm typing this on my blackberry as I go to work. Now there seems to be a "problem" between me and a certain person, for what reason, idk why. Maye its because I have a smart mouth maybe its because she's overreacting to things, oh no, I got it!! TWITTER!! That's it, its all because of twitter, a stupid website, isn't that funny ? Nah, its actually more sad if you ask me. Let me start from the beginning: Yesterday I hit this certain person up on BBM, because I needed certain info for something nice I wanted to do for someone special. First thing she does is alert me that I didn't even greet, her, I have no problem with that, I didn't greet her first and that was rude of me, I apologized, let's move on. I get all the info I need and I'm like aight, I'm gonna start work now. Later on, she starts telling me about some book, so I'm like aight, she's gonna talk about an interesting book she's been reading, cool, WRONG!! She's talking about how in order for her to let go of things that are bothering her, she has to confront them, so she tells me she basically didn't accept my apology for when I said I thought she was "policing my tweets", how she's upset I haven't been changing like I said I would, she's still upset about things I tweet, and how I've been not speaking to her and shit as if I'm still a little upset. First thought I get is "oh no, not this shit, here we go again..." Well, let me tell you my thoughts on these "situations":
First off, if you don't think my apology was sincere enough, that's ok, because I knew it was. Maybe you thought it wasn't because you didn't see me "changing" as you would have liked to, but I thought about it, and I don't think I need to change that much.
My explanation for the policing statement: I think you invest way too much into what I write on twitter, when I'm getting asked 20 questions about any "suspect" tweets (pause) that I may have, how am I supposed to feel ? Its like I have to watch what I type because you're gonna take it the wrong way and get upset and badger me about a rediculous tweet. Case in point: when I tweeted I woke up with no pants, I tweeted that shit because I found it funny the previous nights proceedings went, but I figure you interpreted it as I woke up in some other broads bed and the reason I didn't have pants was beause I was smashing her out. I feel like I shouldn't have to: a. Explain every thing I tweet that you don't understand and b. Have to worry about what I tweet because you may take it the wrong way. I don't ever question what you or your crew tweets because I either don't care, or I don't care. Its fucking twitter, I'm not taking that shit as 100% gospel, so I don't see why you have to.
About this me being upset, not speaking to you or whatever. I, for one, thought everything was good gravy between all of us. Why haven't I spoken to you ? I don't really see you on aim like that anymore; didn't you just recently get back on the bbm swag ?; and I have tweeted at you numerous times, so I don't see how I've been "avoiding" you.
on this whole changing thing, I think this also has to do with a direct correlation to Twitter. I've been the same person I've always been, more or less, since you first met me on Dimples' 23rd birthday, you know, when you thought I was the drug dealer who hated you guys because I didn't say a word to you. You haven't "noticed" a problem with me until this twitter thing, which is rediculous because we've had plenty of QT where we got to know each other, that weekend I spent in L.I will always be dear to me because we bonded, you know the real me, you know you know that, yet for some reason, you want to judge me by what I tweet. I don't understand that at all, I don't know what you want me to do, sometimes I feel like you're an unofficial girlfriend with all the conversations about what's wrong with me that we've had. The shit is getting to be way too stressful, too drama filled, to exhausting for me to deal with. For what its worth, I don't think any less, or any differently of you, yet you feel that way about me.
Here, if you want to use any internet forum to base judgement on me with, use this blog, because this is the realest me you'll get in regards to a computer screen. Not twitter, never ever twitter. Here's how I rank wesites I take seriously: 1. My Blog 2. Every site but twitter, hell I even take facebook, Niketalk, and Kanye's blog more seriously than I take Twitter. So for you to know me, have spoken to me, know my physical presence, no pervo, yet still judge me based off of what I tweet baffles me to no avail. Yeah, I tweeted that I may need a disclaimer for what I post on twitter, do you think I'm wrong ? I know that upset you, but do you see what I'm saying ? You're reaction to my tweets in the past justifies my idea of having a disclaimer, well here it is: The ideas posted on Twitter of one Mr. Christopher E Stanley, are not the ideas truly believed by said person. Take ev everything he posts with a grain of salt, and rememberan at the end of the day, you know the real him, and this is just a flavor of the month website. Don't take it too seriously.
With hat said, I hope all this makes sense when you read it, because it made sense when I typed it. You may think I'm full of shit, but that's your prerogative at the end of the day, so peace and love.
Sincerely,
The Rated R Rockstar
Open Letter: The End Of Discussion.
To whom it may concern,
I'm typing this on my blackberry as I go to work. Now there seems to be a "problem" between me and a certain person, for what reason, idk why. Maye its because I have a smart mouth maybe its because she's overreacting to things, oh no, I got it!! TWITTER!! That's it, its all because of twitter, a stupid website, isn't that funny ? Nah, its actually more sad if you ask me. Let me start from the beginning: Yesterday I hit this certain person up on BBM, because I needed certain info for something nice I wanted to do for someone special. First thing she does is alert me that I didn't even greet, her, I have no problem with that, I didn't greet her first and that was rude of me, I apologized, let's move on. I get all the info I need and I'm like aight, I'm gonna start work now. Later on, she starts telling me about some book, so I'm like aight, she's gonna talk about an interesting book she's been reading, cool, WRONG!! She's talking about how in order for her to let go of things that are bothering her, she has to confront them, so she tells me she basically didn't accept my apology for when I said I thought she was "policing my tweets", how she's upset I haven't been changing like I said I would, she's still upset about things I tweet, and how I've been not speaking to her and shit as if I'm still a little upset. First thought I get is "oh no, not this shit, here we go again..." Well, let me tell you my thoughts on these "situations":
First off, if you don't think my apology was sincere enough, that's ok, because I knew it was. Maybe you thought it wasn't because you didn't see me "changing" as you would have liked to, but I thought about it, and I don't think I need to change that much.
My explanation for the policing statement: I think you invest way too much into what I write on twitter, when I'm getting asked 20 questions about any "suspect" tweets (pause) that I may have, how am I supposed to feel ? Its like I have to watch what I type because you're gonna take it the wrong way and get upset and badger me about a rediculous tweet. Case in point: when I tweeted I woke up with no pants, I tweeted that shit because I found it funny the previous nights proceedings went, but I figure you interpreted it as I woke up in some other broads bed and the reason I didn't have pants was beause I was smashing her out. I feel like I shouldn't have to: a. Explain every thing I tweet that you don't understand and b. Have to worry about what I tweet because you may take it the wrong way. I don't ever question what you or your crew tweets because I either don't care, or I don't care. Its fucking twitter, I'm not taking that shit as 100% gospel, so I don't see why you have to.
About this me being upset, not speaking to you or whatever. I, for one, thought everything was good gravy between all of us. Why haven't I spoken to you ? I don't really see you on aim like that anymore; didn't you just recently get back on the bbm swag ?; and I have tweeted at you numerous times, so I don't see how I've been "avoiding" you.
on this whole changing thing, I think this also has to do with a direct correlation to Twitter. I've been the same person I've always been, more or less, since you first met me on Dimples' 23rd birthday, you know, when you thought I was the drug dealer who hated you guys because I didn't say a word to you. You haven't "noticed" a problem with me until this twitter thing, which is rediculous because we've had plenty of QT where we got to know each other, that weekend I spent in L.I will always be dear to me because we bonded, you know the real me, you know you know that, yet for some reason, you want to judge me by what I tweet. I don't understand that at all, I don't know what you want me to do, sometimes I feel like you're an unofficial girlfriend with all the conversations about what's wrong with me that we've had. The shit is getting to be way too stressful, too drama filled, to exhausting for me to deal with. For what its worth, I don't think any less, or any differently of you, yet you feel that way about me.
Here, if you want to use any internet forum to base judgement on me with, use this blog, because this is the realest me you'll get in regards to a computer screen. Not twitter, never ever twitter. Here's how I rank wesites I take seriously: 1. My Blog 2. Every site but twitter, hell I even take facebook, Niketalk, and Kanye's blog more seriously than I take Twitter. So for you to know me, have spoken to me, know my physical presence, no pervo, yet still judge me based off of what I tweet baffles me to no avail. Yeah, I tweeted that I may need a disclaimer for what I post on twitter, do you think I'm wrong ? I know that upset you, but do you see what I'm saying ? You're reaction to my tweets in the past justifies my idea of having a disclaimer, well here it is: The ideas posted on Twitter of one Mr. Christopher E Stanley, are not the ideas truly believed by said person. Take ev everything he posts with a grain of salt, and rememberan at the end of the day, you know the real him, and this is just a flavor of the month website. Don't take it too seriously.
With hat said, I hope all this makes sense when you read it, because it made sense when I typed it. You may think I'm full of shit, but that's your prerogative at the end of the day, so peace and love.
Sincerely,
The Rated R Rockstar
I'm typing this on my blackberry as I go to work. Now there seems to be a "problem" between me and a certain person, for what reason, idk why. Maye its because I have a smart mouth maybe its because she's overreacting to things, oh no, I got it!! TWITTER!! That's it, its all because of twitter, a stupid website, isn't that funny ? Nah, its actually more sad if you ask me. Let me start from the beginning: Yesterday I hit this certain person up on BBM, because I needed certain info for something nice I wanted to do for someone special. First thing she does is alert me that I didn't even greet, her, I have no problem with that, I didn't greet her first and that was rude of me, I apologized, let's move on. I get all the info I need and I'm like aight, I'm gonna start work now. Later on, she starts telling me about some book, so I'm like aight, she's gonna talk about an interesting book she's been reading, cool, WRONG!! She's talking about how in order for her to let go of things that are bothering her, she has to confront them, so she tells me she basically didn't accept my apology for when I said I thought she was "policing my tweets", how she's upset I haven't been changing like I said I would, she's still upset about things I tweet, and how I've been not speaking to her and shit as if I'm still a little upset. First thought I get is "oh no, not this shit, here we go again..." Well, let me tell you my thoughts on these "situations":
First off, if you don't think my apology was sincere enough, that's ok, because I knew it was. Maybe you thought it wasn't because you didn't see me "changing" as you would have liked to, but I thought about it, and I don't think I need to change that much.
My explanation for the policing statement: I think you invest way too much into what I write on twitter, when I'm getting asked 20 questions about any "suspect" tweets (pause) that I may have, how am I supposed to feel ? Its like I have to watch what I type because you're gonna take it the wrong way and get upset and badger me about a rediculous tweet. Case in point: when I tweeted I woke up with no pants, I tweeted that shit because I found it funny the previous nights proceedings went, but I figure you interpreted it as I woke up in some other broads bed and the reason I didn't have pants was beause I was smashing her out. I feel like I shouldn't have to: a. Explain every thing I tweet that you don't understand and b. Have to worry about what I tweet because you may take it the wrong way. I don't ever question what you or your crew tweets because I either don't care, or I don't care. Its fucking twitter, I'm not taking that shit as 100% gospel, so I don't see why you have to.
About this me being upset, not speaking to you or whatever. I, for one, thought everything was good gravy between all of us. Why haven't I spoken to you ? I don't really see you on aim like that anymore; didn't you just recently get back on the bbm swag ?; and I have tweeted at you numerous times, so I don't see how I've been "avoiding" you.
on this whole changing thing, I think this also has to do with a direct correlation to Twitter. I've been the same person I've always been, more or less, since you first met me on Dimples' 23rd birthday, you know, when you thought I was the drug dealer who hated you guys because I didn't say a word to you. You haven't "noticed" a problem with me until this twitter thing, which is rediculous because we've had plenty of QT where we got to know each other, that weekend I spent in L.I will always be dear to me because we bonded, you know the real me, you know you know that, yet for some reason, you want to judge me by what I tweet. I don't understand that at all, I don't know what you want me to do, sometimes I feel like you're an unofficial girlfriend with all the conversations about what's wrong with me that we've had. The shit is getting to be way too stressful, too drama filled, to exhausting for me to deal with. For what its worth, I don't think any less, or any differently of you, yet you feel that way about me.
Here, if you want to use any internet forum to base judgement on me with, use this blog, because this is the realest me you'll get in regards to a computer screen. Not twitter, never ever twitter. Here's how I rank wesites I take seriously: 1. My Blog 2. Every site but twitter, hell I even take facebook, Niketalk, and Kanye's blog more seriously than I take Twitter. So for you to know me, have spoken to me, know my physical presence, no pervo, yet still judge me based off of what I tweet baffles me to no avail. Yeah, I tweeted that I may need a disclaimer for what I post on twitter, do you think I'm wrong ? I know that upset you, but do you see what I'm saying ? You're reaction to my tweets in the past justifies my idea of having a disclaimer, well here it is: The ideas posted on Twitter of one Mr. Christopher E Stanley, are not the ideas truly believed by said person. Take ev everything he posts with a grain of salt, and rememberan at the end of the day, you know the real him, and this is just a flavor of the month website. Don't take it too seriously.
With hat said, I hope all this makes sense when you read it, because it made sense when I typed it. You may think I'm full of shit, but that's your prerogative at the end of the day, so peace and love.
Sincerely,
The Rated R Rockstar
Open Letter: The End Of Discussion.
To whom it may concern,
I'm typing this on my blackberry as I go to work. Now there seems to be a "problem" between me and a certain person, for what reason, idk why. Maye its because I have a smart mouth maybe its because she's overreacting to things, oh no, I got it!! TWITTER!! That's it, its all because of twitter, a stupid website, isn't that funny ? Nah, its actually more sad if you ask me. Let me start from the beginning: Yesterday I hit this certain person up on BBM, because I needed certain info for something nice I wanted to do for someone special. First thing she does is alert me that I didn't even greet, her, I have no problem with that, I didn't greet her first and that was rude of me, I apologized, let's move on. I get all the info I need and I'm like aight, I'm gonna start work now. Later on, she starts telling me about some book, so I'm like aight, she's gonna talk about an interesting book she's been reading, cool, WRONG!! She's talking about how in order for her to let go of things that are bothering her, she has to confront them, so she tells me she basically didn't accept my apology for when I said I thought she was "policing my tweets", how she's upset I haven't been changing like I said I would, she's still upset about things I tweet, and how I've been not speaking to her and shit as if I'm still a little upset. First thought I get is "oh no, not this shit, here we go again..." Well, let me tell you my thoughts on these "situations":
First off, if you don't think my apology was sincere enough, that's ok, because I knew it was. Maybe you thought it wasn't because you didn't see me "changing" as you would have liked to, but I thought about it, and I don't think I need to change that much.
My explanation for the policing statement: I think you invest way too much into what I write on twitter, when I'm getting asked 20 questions about any "suspect" tweets (pause) that I may have, how am I supposed to feel ? Its like I have to watch what I type because you're gonna take it the wrong way and get upset and badger me about a rediculous tweet. Case in point: when I tweeted I woke up with no pants, I tweeted that shit because I found it funny the previous nights proceedings went, but I figure you interpreted it as I woke up in some other broads bed and the reason I didn't have pants was beause I was smashing her out. I feel like I shouldn't have to: a. Explain every thing I tweet that you don't understand and b. Have to worry about what I tweet because you may take it the wrong way. I don't ever question what you or your crew tweets because I either don't care, or I don't care. Its fucking twitter, I'm not taking that shit as 100% gospel, so I don't see why you have to.
About this me being upset, not speaking to you or whatever. I, for one, thought everything was good gravy between all of us. Why haven't I spoken to you ? I don't really see you on aim like that anymore; didn't you just recently get back on the bbm swag ?; and I have tweeted at you numerous times, so I don't see how I've been "avoiding" you.
on this whole changing thing, I think this also has to do with a direct correlation to Twitter. I've been the same person I've always been, more or less, since you first met me on Dimples' 23rd birthday, you know, when you thought I was the drug dealer who hated you guys because I didn't say a word to you. You haven't "noticed" a problem with me until this twitter thing, which is rediculous because we've had plenty of QT where we got to know each other, that weekend I spent in L.I will always be dear to me because we bonded, you know the real me, you know you know that, yet for some reason, you want to judge me by what I tweet. I don't understand that at all, I don't know what you want me to do, sometimes I feel like you're an unofficial girlfriend with all the conversations about what's wrong with me that we've had. The shit is getting to be way too stressful, too drama filled, to exhausting for me to deal with. For what its worth, I don't think any less, or any differently of you, yet you feel that way about me.
Here, if you want to use any internet forum to base judgement on me with, use this blog, because this is the realest me you'll get in regards to a computer screen. Not twitter, never ever twitter. Here's how I rank wesites I take seriously: 1. My Blog 2. Every site but twitter, hell I even take facebook, Niketalk, and Kanye's blog more seriously than I take Twitter. So for you to know me, have spoken to me, know my physical presence, no pervo, yet still judge me based off of what I tweet baffles me to no avail. Yeah, I tweeted that I may need a disclaimer for what I post on twitter, do you think I'm wrong ? I know that upset you, but do you see what I'm saying ? You're reaction to my tweets in the past justifies my idea of having a disclaimer, well here it is: The ideas posted on Twitter of one Mr. Christopher E Stanley, are not the ideas truly believed by said person. Take ev everything he posts with a grain of salt, and rememberan at the end of the day, you know the real him, and this is just a flavor of the month website. Don't take it too seriously.
With hat said, I hope all this makes sense when you read it, because it made sense when I typed it. You may think I'm full of shit, but that's your prerogative at the end of the day, so peace and love.
Sincerely,
The Rated R Rockstar
I'm typing this on my blackberry as I go to work. Now there seems to be a "problem" between me and a certain person, for what reason, idk why. Maye its because I have a smart mouth maybe its because she's overreacting to things, oh no, I got it!! TWITTER!! That's it, its all because of twitter, a stupid website, isn't that funny ? Nah, its actually more sad if you ask me. Let me start from the beginning: Yesterday I hit this certain person up on BBM, because I needed certain info for something nice I wanted to do for someone special. First thing she does is alert me that I didn't even greet, her, I have no problem with that, I didn't greet her first and that was rude of me, I apologized, let's move on. I get all the info I need and I'm like aight, I'm gonna start work now. Later on, she starts telling me about some book, so I'm like aight, she's gonna talk about an interesting book she's been reading, cool, WRONG!! She's talking about how in order for her to let go of things that are bothering her, she has to confront them, so she tells me she basically didn't accept my apology for when I said I thought she was "policing my tweets", how she's upset I haven't been changing like I said I would, she's still upset about things I tweet, and how I've been not speaking to her and shit as if I'm still a little upset. First thought I get is "oh no, not this shit, here we go again..." Well, let me tell you my thoughts on these "situations":
First off, if you don't think my apology was sincere enough, that's ok, because I knew it was. Maybe you thought it wasn't because you didn't see me "changing" as you would have liked to, but I thought about it, and I don't think I need to change that much.
My explanation for the policing statement: I think you invest way too much into what I write on twitter, when I'm getting asked 20 questions about any "suspect" tweets (pause) that I may have, how am I supposed to feel ? Its like I have to watch what I type because you're gonna take it the wrong way and get upset and badger me about a rediculous tweet. Case in point: when I tweeted I woke up with no pants, I tweeted that shit because I found it funny the previous nights proceedings went, but I figure you interpreted it as I woke up in some other broads bed and the reason I didn't have pants was beause I was smashing her out. I feel like I shouldn't have to: a. Explain every thing I tweet that you don't understand and b. Have to worry about what I tweet because you may take it the wrong way. I don't ever question what you or your crew tweets because I either don't care, or I don't care. Its fucking twitter, I'm not taking that shit as 100% gospel, so I don't see why you have to.
About this me being upset, not speaking to you or whatever. I, for one, thought everything was good gravy between all of us. Why haven't I spoken to you ? I don't really see you on aim like that anymore; didn't you just recently get back on the bbm swag ?; and I have tweeted at you numerous times, so I don't see how I've been "avoiding" you.
on this whole changing thing, I think this also has to do with a direct correlation to Twitter. I've been the same person I've always been, more or less, since you first met me on Dimples' 23rd birthday, you know, when you thought I was the drug dealer who hated you guys because I didn't say a word to you. You haven't "noticed" a problem with me until this twitter thing, which is rediculous because we've had plenty of QT where we got to know each other, that weekend I spent in L.I will always be dear to me because we bonded, you know the real me, you know you know that, yet for some reason, you want to judge me by what I tweet. I don't understand that at all, I don't know what you want me to do, sometimes I feel like you're an unofficial girlfriend with all the conversations about what's wrong with me that we've had. The shit is getting to be way too stressful, too drama filled, to exhausting for me to deal with. For what its worth, I don't think any less, or any differently of you, yet you feel that way about me.
Here, if you want to use any internet forum to base judgement on me with, use this blog, because this is the realest me you'll get in regards to a computer screen. Not twitter, never ever twitter. Here's how I rank wesites I take seriously: 1. My Blog 2. Every site but twitter, hell I even take facebook, Niketalk, and Kanye's blog more seriously than I take Twitter. So for you to know me, have spoken to me, know my physical presence, no pervo, yet still judge me based off of what I tweet baffles me to no avail. Yeah, I tweeted that I may need a disclaimer for what I post on twitter, do you think I'm wrong ? I know that upset you, but do you see what I'm saying ? You're reaction to my tweets in the past justifies my idea of having a disclaimer, well here it is: The ideas posted on Twitter of one Mr. Christopher E Stanley, are not the ideas truly believed by said person. Take ev everything he posts with a grain of salt, and rememberan at the end of the day, you know the real him, and this is just a flavor of the month website. Don't take it too seriously.
With hat said, I hope all this makes sense when you read it, because it made sense when I typed it. You may think I'm full of shit, but that's your prerogative at the end of the day, so peace and love.
Sincerely,
The Rated R Rockstar
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Blog Cry: The Abridged Version...
So I typed out an entire heart-felt blog, and lost it because I pressed the wrong button on my Blackberry, Fuck. My. Life.
All I'm gonna say is this, over the weekend, I've ruined a potential relationship, and tainted two friendships, all because of my own stupidity. All I want to say is this: I don't want you (you know who you are) to ever think I don't give a fuck about you, because I do. I care about you so fucking much, and to know that I'm the one that made you hurt so much fucking kills me, I would never intentionally do that. I respect you and your beliefs, I would never make fun of you for that. I wouldn't want to be with anyone else but you, and now that chance is forever ruined.
And to your bff, I know that everytime you've gotten at me has been out of love and that you are our biggest cheerleader, and I don't want you to feel that you've been talking to me in vain.
I can apologize until I'm blue in the face, but you can only hear "I'm sorry" so many times. My vow is to re-assess my behavior/psyche and to better myself, not only for the benefit of our friendships, but for the benefit of me becoming a better overall person.
Sincerely, The Rated R Rockstar.
All I'm gonna say is this, over the weekend, I've ruined a potential relationship, and tainted two friendships, all because of my own stupidity. All I want to say is this: I don't want you (you know who you are) to ever think I don't give a fuck about you, because I do. I care about you so fucking much, and to know that I'm the one that made you hurt so much fucking kills me, I would never intentionally do that. I respect you and your beliefs, I would never make fun of you for that. I wouldn't want to be with anyone else but you, and now that chance is forever ruined.
And to your bff, I know that everytime you've gotten at me has been out of love and that you are our biggest cheerleader, and I don't want you to feel that you've been talking to me in vain.
I can apologize until I'm blue in the face, but you can only hear "I'm sorry" so many times. My vow is to re-assess my behavior/psyche and to better myself, not only for the benefit of our friendships, but for the benefit of me becoming a better overall person.
Sincerely, The Rated R Rockstar.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Ummm....yeeaaaahhh.....
Lets see if this is gonna be short, or extra long (pause), soooo, the last couple of weeks have been not so cool.
Went to Long Island to chill with the Boondocks crew last weekend, and the most fun I had was playing beer pong with the fifteen and sixteen year olds (No R.Kelly). I mostly sat in the corner and BBM'd Jammin' F. Toolman (please say the Toolman), but that was my own choice, so I don't mind that. But the last 30 minutes were pretty sloppy for me.
First, they went off on the homeboy Theron, but they made valid points, so there's no real problem there. Then I made the mistake of bringing up Twitter....consider can of worms opened. There was a little twitter "argument" between me and one of them about a week back, but it is what it is, he thing that pained my brain was the fact they took damn near everything I say on twitter and analyze and scrutinize it as if the shit is blasphemy. They even go as far as to TEXT each other....about TWITTER...a site which, me, my own personal self, doesn't take seriously in the LEAST bit. I mean sure, there are some aspects of my tweets that are factual, like what I'm doing at the moment or whatever, but even that should be taken with a grain of salt. So, the main problem is that apparently, a lot of my tweets come off as mysoginistic...hmmmm...ehhh, I don't really think so, but I'll take their word for it before I put my foot in my mouth. Now, my tweets are based off a certain feeling at that particular moment, nt my lifelong outlook on things. After all, twitter is about rapid-fire micro blogging, isn't it ? Well according to some, I have maaaajor issues I need to deal with, so major, that they have to text each other about it. I'm sorry but that just baffles me, you're texting about twitter, hell, I take Facebook more seriously than I take twitter. All in all, the consensus was that I was an immature, mysoginistic guy who probably has hoes on the side, which leads to my mysoginy......yyeeeaaaahhhh, WRONG!! Now, I will admit I have my little nuances with women, but all men have that, and its vice versa, but I most certainly do not think ALL women are idiotic, irrational, psychopaths, that would be just plain stupid to generalize an entire gender like that, I actually have some semblance of intelligence.
Enough about twitter....that whole situation eventually spiraled off into a loooong BBM conversation with one of the L.I peeps about my recent behavior. I'm guessing all the drunken rambling and shit talking a little seriously, even though they should know me, and should know I'm totally not that type of guy, but that's just one of the problems with me, the rest won't be discussed. The thing that gets me is that these are people I consider close friends, yet they have a totally ass-backwards interppretation of how I am as a person, but I'll live, the people who know me, know me.
Cut to last night, so I finally decide to tell my mom that I'm going to Colombia...she flipped. Apparently, I need permission to go on vacation...uhhh FUCK THAT AND FUCK YOU MY NIGGA!! I'm not ASKING to go on vacation, that has to be the dumbest shit I ever heard....wait...no...this is, she said "well, if you can pay for vacations and shit, you can pay for school!"...heh...first of all, you crazy bitch, HOW IS A $300+ DOLLAR PLANE TICKET AND ABOUT $200 DOLLARS IN EXPENSES THE SAME AS PAYING OVER $2,000 A SEMESTER FOR SCHOOL FOR FOUR YEARS ?!? Also, I DO PAY FOR MY OWN FUCKING EDUCATION!! GO kick rocks you dumb ass broad.....hey EPIPHANY: I just figured where some of my mysoginistic tendencies grew from, my hatred for my mother's utter and sheer stupidity!! BREAKTHROUGH!! Aaaaannnywaay, she is currently holding my passport hostage and not allowing me to go on this trip, if I go, I better move out she says...even if I don't go, I'm moving out, if I stay here any longer, I'm either gonna inflict physical harm on her, or kill myself. I know Colombia is a dangerous place, and that they worry about me, but I honestly don't care, its amazing how much I don't care, at this point I've grown so detatched from my family that they have become a slight nuisance in my life. I'll let you guys know how the vacation dilemma works out, until then, I'll plan a trip to Sesame Place, maybe they'll approve of that.
Until then, go fuck yourself...Rated R Rockstar...
Went to Long Island to chill with the Boondocks crew last weekend, and the most fun I had was playing beer pong with the fifteen and sixteen year olds (No R.Kelly). I mostly sat in the corner and BBM'd Jammin' F. Toolman (please say the Toolman), but that was my own choice, so I don't mind that. But the last 30 minutes were pretty sloppy for me.
First, they went off on the homeboy Theron, but they made valid points, so there's no real problem there. Then I made the mistake of bringing up Twitter....consider can of worms opened. There was a little twitter "argument" between me and one of them about a week back, but it is what it is, he thing that pained my brain was the fact they took damn near everything I say on twitter and analyze and scrutinize it as if the shit is blasphemy. They even go as far as to TEXT each other....about TWITTER...a site which, me, my own personal self, doesn't take seriously in the LEAST bit. I mean sure, there are some aspects of my tweets that are factual, like what I'm doing at the moment or whatever, but even that should be taken with a grain of salt. So, the main problem is that apparently, a lot of my tweets come off as mysoginistic...hmmmm...ehhh, I don't really think so, but I'll take their word for it before I put my foot in my mouth. Now, my tweets are based off a certain feeling at that particular moment, nt my lifelong outlook on things. After all, twitter is about rapid-fire micro blogging, isn't it ? Well according to some, I have maaaajor issues I need to deal with, so major, that they have to text each other about it. I'm sorry but that just baffles me, you're texting about twitter, hell, I take Facebook more seriously than I take twitter. All in all, the consensus was that I was an immature, mysoginistic guy who probably has hoes on the side, which leads to my mysoginy......yyeeeaaaahhhh, WRONG!! Now, I will admit I have my little nuances with women, but all men have that, and its vice versa, but I most certainly do not think ALL women are idiotic, irrational, psychopaths, that would be just plain stupid to generalize an entire gender like that, I actually have some semblance of intelligence.
Enough about twitter....that whole situation eventually spiraled off into a loooong BBM conversation with one of the L.I peeps about my recent behavior. I'm guessing all the drunken rambling and shit talking a little seriously, even though they should know me, and should know I'm totally not that type of guy, but that's just one of the problems with me, the rest won't be discussed. The thing that gets me is that these are people I consider close friends, yet they have a totally ass-backwards interppretation of how I am as a person, but I'll live, the people who know me, know me.
Cut to last night, so I finally decide to tell my mom that I'm going to Colombia...she flipped. Apparently, I need permission to go on vacation...uhhh FUCK THAT AND FUCK YOU MY NIGGA!! I'm not ASKING to go on vacation, that has to be the dumbest shit I ever heard....wait...no...this is, she said "well, if you can pay for vacations and shit, you can pay for school!"...heh...first of all, you crazy bitch, HOW IS A $300+ DOLLAR PLANE TICKET AND ABOUT $200 DOLLARS IN EXPENSES THE SAME AS PAYING OVER $2,000 A SEMESTER FOR SCHOOL FOR FOUR YEARS ?!? Also, I DO PAY FOR MY OWN FUCKING EDUCATION!! GO kick rocks you dumb ass broad.....hey EPIPHANY: I just figured where some of my mysoginistic tendencies grew from, my hatred for my mother's utter and sheer stupidity!! BREAKTHROUGH!! Aaaaannnywaay, she is currently holding my passport hostage and not allowing me to go on this trip, if I go, I better move out she says...even if I don't go, I'm moving out, if I stay here any longer, I'm either gonna inflict physical harm on her, or kill myself. I know Colombia is a dangerous place, and that they worry about me, but I honestly don't care, its amazing how much I don't care, at this point I've grown so detatched from my family that they have become a slight nuisance in my life. I'll let you guys know how the vacation dilemma works out, until then, I'll plan a trip to Sesame Place, maybe they'll approve of that.
Until then, go fuck yourself...Rated R Rockstar...
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Friday, May 29, 2009
Monday, May 25, 2009
Pitbull goes off!!
Some guy gets on stage and throws money in pitbull's face...he goes Tony Montana on his bitch ass!!
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
It came to me in a dream....
Alrighty then. So, as I listened to my iPod to go to sleep last night (i need a bigger one), Kanye's "Flashing Lights" came on, then all of a sudden, I had the perfect music video mapped out in my mind....
Listen to the song as you read if you want:
Intro: As the melody plays, you know, before the drums kick in, You see a girl standing in a living room facing the camera, but not looking into it, she's looking just passed it. There's blood splattered on her clothes, and red lights flasing. Concurrently, the operning credits fade in and out: "G.O.O.D/Roc-A-Fella Present" "A Def Jam Production" "Kanye West" "Dwele" and two actresses "in"...then as the actuall repetition of the words "flashing lights" are said on the record, the screen fades to black and the last opening credit "Flashing Lights" appears.
As the music and reptition of the song title continue to play, we fade into a long shot of a house on the beach, its sunny, people are out and about, camera zooms into an open door on a balcony, then onto kanye sitting on a bed (pause lol), he begins rapping the first verse as he looks directl towards the camera, behin him, a model in some sexy underwear is looking in the mirror checking herself out in vain, after the line "couture from the store's department" she turns and says something to Kanye, he turns and responds. Cut to random shots of things in the apartment and the party they were at the previous night, when the line "and the weather's so breezy" comes, cut back to a shot of Kanye's phone, it says "wifey calling" or w/e, cut to him on the balcony on the phone, then the model standing in the background, lip synchs the line "where are you yeezy ?", Kanye then turns back, then slowly turns his head forward towards the camera, then suddenly a flashbub goes off, as the line "I hate these niggas more than the nazis" plays, cut to a shot of Kanye throwing a glass at paparazzi hidden in the bushes below his balcony.
As chorus plays, cue shot of Kanye telling the model to pack up. Scenes of them packing and leaving interspersed with performance shots of Dwele singing the chorus. Chorus will play a second time with shots of a cab pulling up in front of a house, Kanye walks out of the cab and up to his beautiful home, he walks in. As the second verse starts, the scene starts as Kanye's gf rushes him holding a tabloid magazine with the photo taken at his beach house on the cover, they begin arguing, but you don't hear them, she begins to cry and storms off, he sits down on the couch in frustration, picks up the magazine then throws it in anger. His gf walks back in when the line about "the other side of the glass, in my memory's museum" plays. He gets up and tries to beg for forgiveness, but as the "hey mona lisa" line plays, she pulls out a gun, she pulls the trigger AS SOON as the last word of the last verse "Ceasar" plays, and in suddenly in slow motion, his body jerks bacK from the force of the gunshot, and you can see the blood spray out of his back (from the time she pulls out the gun to when his body flies back, they are standing face to face, and you can see their entire bodies in the shot). As the chorus plays out, cut to performance shot of Dwele standing and singing, with Kanye standing behind him vibing out to the music, simultaneously, we see shots of the gun dropping to the floor, the gf standing there in a sort of daze with an extreme close up on her face. The camera slowly backs away, when you see her from the waste up, we see the red flashing lights again (ala the opening scene of the vid), the camera should now have her full body in view as the closing instrumental begins to play.
During the closing instrumental, we see stills of what happened from the beginning, from the beach, the house, the model, phone call, paparazzi, flight home, cab ride to the house, the argument, but new scenes are introduced from the stills, one of her taking the gun out of her dresser drawer, and another of her calling the cops, then of her walking downstairs with the gun, back to stills of original scenes, kanye trying to apologize, her pulling out the gun, his body flying, his dead body laying on the couch, her blood splattered face. Then we cut to cops busting in and arresting her, all in slow motion, then walking her to the car, as we go outside, part of the instrumental where its just the strings and piano plays, the camera starts to back out and up in the sky until we get an overhead view of the entire scene. Its chaos, cop cars everywhere, nosey neighbors outside, then the screen fades to black, everything but the flashing lights of the cop cars are not seen anymore. The song ends with the red flashing lights being the only thing on screen, then they fade out.
That's the end of the video. Rated-R-Rockstar.
Listen to the song as you read if you want:
Intro: As the melody plays, you know, before the drums kick in, You see a girl standing in a living room facing the camera, but not looking into it, she's looking just passed it. There's blood splattered on her clothes, and red lights flasing. Concurrently, the operning credits fade in and out: "G.O.O.D/Roc-A-Fella Present" "A Def Jam Production" "Kanye West" "Dwele" and two actresses "in"...then as the actuall repetition of the words "flashing lights" are said on the record, the screen fades to black and the last opening credit "Flashing Lights" appears.
As the music and reptition of the song title continue to play, we fade into a long shot of a house on the beach, its sunny, people are out and about, camera zooms into an open door on a balcony, then onto kanye sitting on a bed (pause lol), he begins rapping the first verse as he looks directl towards the camera, behin him, a model in some sexy underwear is looking in the mirror checking herself out in vain, after the line "couture from the store's department" she turns and says something to Kanye, he turns and responds. Cut to random shots of things in the apartment and the party they were at the previous night, when the line "and the weather's so breezy" comes, cut back to a shot of Kanye's phone, it says "wifey calling" or w/e, cut to him on the balcony on the phone, then the model standing in the background, lip synchs the line "where are you yeezy ?", Kanye then turns back, then slowly turns his head forward towards the camera, then suddenly a flashbub goes off, as the line "I hate these niggas more than the nazis" plays, cut to a shot of Kanye throwing a glass at paparazzi hidden in the bushes below his balcony.
As chorus plays, cue shot of Kanye telling the model to pack up. Scenes of them packing and leaving interspersed with performance shots of Dwele singing the chorus. Chorus will play a second time with shots of a cab pulling up in front of a house, Kanye walks out of the cab and up to his beautiful home, he walks in. As the second verse starts, the scene starts as Kanye's gf rushes him holding a tabloid magazine with the photo taken at his beach house on the cover, they begin arguing, but you don't hear them, she begins to cry and storms off, he sits down on the couch in frustration, picks up the magazine then throws it in anger. His gf walks back in when the line about "the other side of the glass, in my memory's museum" plays. He gets up and tries to beg for forgiveness, but as the "hey mona lisa" line plays, she pulls out a gun, she pulls the trigger AS SOON as the last word of the last verse "Ceasar" plays, and in suddenly in slow motion, his body jerks bacK from the force of the gunshot, and you can see the blood spray out of his back (from the time she pulls out the gun to when his body flies back, they are standing face to face, and you can see their entire bodies in the shot). As the chorus plays out, cut to performance shot of Dwele standing and singing, with Kanye standing behind him vibing out to the music, simultaneously, we see shots of the gun dropping to the floor, the gf standing there in a sort of daze with an extreme close up on her face. The camera slowly backs away, when you see her from the waste up, we see the red flashing lights again (ala the opening scene of the vid), the camera should now have her full body in view as the closing instrumental begins to play.
During the closing instrumental, we see stills of what happened from the beginning, from the beach, the house, the model, phone call, paparazzi, flight home, cab ride to the house, the argument, but new scenes are introduced from the stills, one of her taking the gun out of her dresser drawer, and another of her calling the cops, then of her walking downstairs with the gun, back to stills of original scenes, kanye trying to apologize, her pulling out the gun, his body flying, his dead body laying on the couch, her blood splattered face. Then we cut to cops busting in and arresting her, all in slow motion, then walking her to the car, as we go outside, part of the instrumental where its just the strings and piano plays, the camera starts to back out and up in the sky until we get an overhead view of the entire scene. Its chaos, cop cars everywhere, nosey neighbors outside, then the screen fades to black, everything but the flashing lights of the cop cars are not seen anymore. The song ends with the red flashing lights being the only thing on screen, then they fade out.
That's the end of the video. Rated-R-Rockstar.
WOW!! The last song I ever wrote...it kinda sucks now...
Wow...well, I was on myspace, contemplating wether or not I should delete my own, I decided to look through the mini-blogs I had up there. Needless to say, most of them were some of the most ignorant shit I've ever written/said/thought, like I was on some real stupidity shit...but forgive me, I was 18 and jaded. Anywho...I came across the last song I ever wrote, and the only one I have left documented, enjoy bitches!!
Oh yeah...its really sub-par to what I can do now. Title: Last Real Woman Alive
verse 1:you probably heard it all b4 again and again/women complainin about findin themselves a real man/a real nigga, who does real sh1t/well im that nigga lookin 4 a girl 2 be real wit/walk the walk,fuck the talk cuz i live wat i speak/the epitomy of real..that means the realest is me/dont get it twisted in ya vision im the realest you'll see/just a handful of niggaz in the world are realer than me/but theres one thing that keeps me one step away from the pack/its that i dont have a real woman to watch my back/a real chick that'll hold it down for her soldier in life/damn when i had the chance i shoulda mde her my wife(y)/i let it get too far ahead to ever look back/since it hit the friendship level i knew shit was a wrap/dont take it personal its all good as i continue 2 strive/to hold it down wit the last real woman alive...INSERT HOOK HERE
verse2:definition of real;its when u live wat u spit/u choose not 2 follow the crowd or take peoples shit/u stick 2 the script,neva let a thing make u slip/shoot a swagger jacker down real quick,now thats real/plus u understand the definition of real hip-hop/u dont lean back like fat joe and make ya fingers pop/you by my side from the bottom 2 the way up top/now ya finger deserves that rock, now thats real/she dont bitch and moan,she might cook and clean/got a good head on her shoulders plus her walk is mean/and she drop it like its hot if u kno wat i mean/just playin, i dont mea 2 demean, now thats real/she love her man 2 death so she gets love back/she understands it if i dont say her name on the track/plus if a nigga slip, she put the kid back on track/in the bed, i would break her back, now thats real..INSERT HOOK HERE
verse 3:Now wat am i supposed 2 do when i want u in my world/how can i want u 4 myself whe ur already some1's girl(or not)/i guess ill see u next lifetime,thats wat erykah sed/pisses me off, cant get u outta my head/mo matter how much i try to think different thoughts instead/we all kno where those thoughts have lead/right back to ya/dont let the subtle hints on the track fool ya/i wish i was just like raw crack to ya/blow ya mind on some addiction shit/have u crawlin back to get more hits/like a fiend do/ so now i gotta do wat a thief do/steal ya heart and mind,im a romantic thief boo/my journey continues,now on i strive/to GET the last real woman alive/now THATS real!!
Oh yeah...its really sub-par to what I can do now. Title: Last Real Woman Alive
verse 1:you probably heard it all b4 again and again/women complainin about findin themselves a real man/a real nigga, who does real sh1t/well im that nigga lookin 4 a girl 2 be real wit/walk the walk,fuck the talk cuz i live wat i speak/the epitomy of real..that means the realest is me/dont get it twisted in ya vision im the realest you'll see/just a handful of niggaz in the world are realer than me/but theres one thing that keeps me one step away from the pack/its that i dont have a real woman to watch my back/a real chick that'll hold it down for her soldier in life/damn when i had the chance i shoulda mde her my wife(y)/i let it get too far ahead to ever look back/since it hit the friendship level i knew shit was a wrap/dont take it personal its all good as i continue 2 strive/to hold it down wit the last real woman alive...INSERT HOOK HERE
verse2:definition of real;its when u live wat u spit/u choose not 2 follow the crowd or take peoples shit/u stick 2 the script,neva let a thing make u slip/shoot a swagger jacker down real quick,now thats real/plus u understand the definition of real hip-hop/u dont lean back like fat joe and make ya fingers pop/you by my side from the bottom 2 the way up top/now ya finger deserves that rock, now thats real/she dont bitch and moan,she might cook and clean/got a good head on her shoulders plus her walk is mean/and she drop it like its hot if u kno wat i mean/just playin, i dont mea 2 demean, now thats real/she love her man 2 death so she gets love back/she understands it if i dont say her name on the track/plus if a nigga slip, she put the kid back on track/in the bed, i would break her back, now thats real..INSERT HOOK HERE
verse 3:Now wat am i supposed 2 do when i want u in my world/how can i want u 4 myself whe ur already some1's girl(or not)/i guess ill see u next lifetime,thats wat erykah sed/pisses me off, cant get u outta my head/mo matter how much i try to think different thoughts instead/we all kno where those thoughts have lead/right back to ya/dont let the subtle hints on the track fool ya/i wish i was just like raw crack to ya/blow ya mind on some addiction shit/have u crawlin back to get more hits/like a fiend do/ so now i gotta do wat a thief do/steal ya heart and mind,im a romantic thief boo/my journey continues,now on i strive/to GET the last real woman alive/now THATS real!!
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Swizz Beats vid..love this song!
Newest Swizzy vid..its a couple weeks old, but who cares, CLUB BANGER!!
"When I Step In The Club"--Swizz Beats
"When I Step In The Club"--Swizz Beats
The Incomparable, Skateboard P speaks on Clipse, Cam, Neptunes and N.E.R.D....
YOU GOT ANOTHER ONE PHAREEELLL, they call him that cuz he's the truth...
Video from XXL...sorry, there was no embedding code..sucks, don't it ?
http://www.xxlmag.com/online/?p=46333
Video from XXL...sorry, there was no embedding code..sucks, don't it ?
http://www.xxlmag.com/online/?p=46333
All my bowtie fanatics..we can fux with this...
We all know, I loves my bowties, always have, always will...anyway, we can all get a little more dapper don whenever we step out if we cop some heat from this site:
http://www.neckstuesday.com/FINE_BOW_TIES/HOME.html
They have wool, tweed etc. and make bowties in three distinctive shapes. They aren't really ones you have to tie, well some of them are, but they are definitely fly. So if you have the swag of Three Stacks, or me, I advise you to invest.
Yours Truly, The Rated R Rockstar.
http://www.neckstuesday.com/FINE_BOW_TIES/HOME.html
They have wool, tweed etc. and make bowties in three distinctive shapes. They aren't really ones you have to tie, well some of them are, but they are definitely fly. So if you have the swag of Three Stacks, or me, I advise you to invest.
Yours Truly, The Rated R Rockstar.
Ladies...got more for you to drool for...
I ain't talking about food or dudes, eff that. Its almost summer, and i know some of ya'll are getting it right and tight in the gym for that beach bod, so here's another brand you should fux with on the deep sea tip mama.
Insight Swimwear....all products I endorse are by way of Karmaloop. All you beach bunnies WILL be breaking necks in these fine pieces...if you got the body to pull it off that is...
Ladies, keep the rays out of those beautiful ollos.
Now, last time I posted some heat from Dragon Eyewear..well, here's some shit aimed directly towards all my lovely ladies out there.
Lucre Eyewear for you sultry harlots...peep their entire collection, I'd bag if I saw you in these.
Ladies, I got some heat for ya'll too baby!!
I haven't really posted anything the ladies could fux with..you know I love ya'll, so I bring you some flame ass jewels
Steve Shein Collection on Karmaloop...peep all his pieces, I would def bag if I saw you rocking his shit.
IF I DON'T DO NUTHIN' IMA BALL...
You a duffle bag boy ? Can't afford Louis V ? Well peep this dope ass duffle bag.
Incase The EO Collection Duffle Bag
New ????? Joint...Silly Boy
This is the new Rihanna song, I will definitely be playing this next time I DJ.
DISCLAIMER:This has been confirmed to NOT be Lady GaGa on the song.
EDIT: Rihanna has made it clear that it isn't her either...WTF ?!?
DISCLAIMER:This has been confirmed to NOT be Lady GaGa on the song.
EDIT: Rihanna has made it clear that it isn't her either...WTF ?!?
New Mos Def Video
Mos Def Video for "Casa Bey"....I've been anticipating his new album, now that Cam and MF Doom have blessed us with some new shit, he's basically the only one left on my list.
Friday, May 8, 2009
Peep these shades...two words, HOT FIRE!!
Looking for some hot shades ? Designs you'll see nobody else on campus rocking ? I bring to you Dragon Eyewear---by way of Karmaloop.com
They have some nice Lady Gaga-esque styles for all the ladies, and for all you Yeezy stans like me, they go hard. They're kinda pricey, ranging from 70 to 120 bucks, but these are an investment, have lots of replay value-next summer, summer after that, they'll alwas be fly. So do your thug-thizzle and keep your face looking good.
Honorable mention goes to Von Zipper, Claw Money, and Anon Sunglasses.
Keep it funky, Rated R Rockstar.
Monday, April 20, 2009
A Change Gon' Come....
I type this blog as I watch the new Chopper City shit-talking video on worldstar, Frasier on my t.v (I got my digital converter box!), eating a beef patty (with a fork), and nursing the most intense neck/headache I recieved while at the gym (might have pinched a nerve or have a stinger).
Read the title, you get the deal, there are some definite changes I need to make right now.
First off, my finances are not looking too good, I'm spending money like its going out of style, I need to relax. I haven't paid my taxes yet, I can't wait to get arrested for that shit, I'm spending 40 bucks on Korean BBQ and shit, I'm buying clothes all the time, and I need to get my turntable fixed. All that, and I have a phone bill and gym membership to pay...FML!!
Secondly, I have to fucking get back into school, like forreal, I need to.
I'm finally going to the gym, I gotta bring sexy back this summer, 2009 is the year of the body.
What the hell is the deal with everybody getting wifed up now ?!? I mean, it really isn't a big deal as much as it just put my own situation in perspective. I'll explain without trying to sound like a simp, which I probably will anyway...I don't even know how to type this shit, I HATE putting myself out there.
Fuck it, I gotta keeo it short and sweet, this shit is too hard: So, there's a girl I like, I think she likes me, I hioe she likes me or else I feel like a scumbag for forcibly hooking up with her lol. Anyway, I like her, sometimes I don't know if she exactly feels the same way, when two people who RARELY show emotion are involved in any way, shape, or form, its gonna be tough to figure these things out. Maybe one problem is that we only ever see each other when we're wasted and shit, so its tough. Buuuut, I actually do really like her and I HOPE to one day take the next step into a relationship...that's all I'm saying, I feel enough like a pansy already, be content hoes!!
Until next time, keep it truckin jive turkeys...Rated R Rockstar!
Read the title, you get the deal, there are some definite changes I need to make right now.
First off, my finances are not looking too good, I'm spending money like its going out of style, I need to relax. I haven't paid my taxes yet, I can't wait to get arrested for that shit, I'm spending 40 bucks on Korean BBQ and shit, I'm buying clothes all the time, and I need to get my turntable fixed. All that, and I have a phone bill and gym membership to pay...FML!!
Secondly, I have to fucking get back into school, like forreal, I need to.
I'm finally going to the gym, I gotta bring sexy back this summer, 2009 is the year of the body.
What the hell is the deal with everybody getting wifed up now ?!? I mean, it really isn't a big deal as much as it just put my own situation in perspective. I'll explain without trying to sound like a simp, which I probably will anyway...I don't even know how to type this shit, I HATE putting myself out there.
Fuck it, I gotta keeo it short and sweet, this shit is too hard: So, there's a girl I like, I think she likes me, I hioe she likes me or else I feel like a scumbag for forcibly hooking up with her lol. Anyway, I like her, sometimes I don't know if she exactly feels the same way, when two people who RARELY show emotion are involved in any way, shape, or form, its gonna be tough to figure these things out. Maybe one problem is that we only ever see each other when we're wasted and shit, so its tough. Buuuut, I actually do really like her and I HOPE to one day take the next step into a relationship...that's all I'm saying, I feel enough like a pansy already, be content hoes!!
Until next time, keep it truckin jive turkeys...Rated R Rockstar!
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Its my birthday, and I'll be fly if I want to!!
I just wanna take this time out to thank everybody who showed up to my party, and all those who wished me a happy birthday.
Now, I will admit, this year's party was a bit lackluster because the place was fucking PACKED, since there were 3 other parties there, but I'm sure people still had fun, I know I did!! Of course there was some drama, as much as I hate the shit (I'll blog about that later), but as long as none of it was brought to me, I'm good money.
Now, on to what I like to call..DAMN!! I was fly!! I had to obviously go all out for this party: Earrings-$200.00 plus
Silver Bowtie from French Connection-$50.00
Black Levi 501 Jeans-$70.00
Gray Vest from Urban Outfitters-$60.00
Black Dress Shirt from Zara Men's collection-$30.00
"Luis Vuitton Millionaires" Sunglasses-$30.00
Gray/Siver Suede Supra Vaider seakers-$90.00
Silver Flud DJ Turntable watch-$70.00
Ok, maybe I didn't go all out as compared to other people, I ball on a budget lolol, but I did look good!!
All in all, it was a good birthday party, I'm finally 21, which means I'll go to bars like I've always been doing.
Love, Peace, and Chicken Grease...Rated R Rockstar.
Now, I will admit, this year's party was a bit lackluster because the place was fucking PACKED, since there were 3 other parties there, but I'm sure people still had fun, I know I did!! Of course there was some drama, as much as I hate the shit (I'll blog about that later), but as long as none of it was brought to me, I'm good money.
Now, on to what I like to call..DAMN!! I was fly!! I had to obviously go all out for this party: Earrings-$200.00 plus
Silver Bowtie from French Connection-$50.00
Black Levi 501 Jeans-$70.00
Gray Vest from Urban Outfitters-$60.00
Black Dress Shirt from Zara Men's collection-$30.00
"Luis Vuitton Millionaires" Sunglasses-$30.00
Gray/Siver Suede Supra Vaider seakers-$90.00
Silver Flud DJ Turntable watch-$70.00
Ok, maybe I didn't go all out as compared to other people, I ball on a budget lolol, but I did look good!!
All in all, it was a good birthday party, I'm finally 21, which means I'll go to bars like I've always been doing.
Love, Peace, and Chicken Grease...Rated R Rockstar.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Lets vent...and I ain't talking Coors Light wide-mouth cans my nigga...
Alright motherfuckers....no intro or anything, lets get it.
Where the fuck do I fucking start...ok...lately there has been a lot of death surrounding me. Either in my family, or a friends family...I'm tired of it...death sucks dick. That's all I need to say about that.
School.....whats there to say, I'm not even in school now...I got temporarily dismissed and I don't even care. I fool my folks everyday that i have school. First, I just went to the city and shopped, or ran errands, now, I just go to the gym and they're none the wiser. I'll think about going back next semester....maybe.
I really don't like my family, I don't know why, but I don't. Every moment I spend away from them are precious moments to me. I know that if they were all tragically taken from me, I'd be devastated, but I just can't fucking stand them...they're always....there...judging me, complaining, talking....it makes me sick. Like, they expect me to run out and search high and low when they don't know where my brother is...fuck no. He's a big boy, call his cell. I'm pretty sure he's safe, and if he isn't then we're too late to try and do anything. He knows the way home. My grandmother makes me especially sick when she complains about him to me...like I give a flying fuck, he's not my son, talk to the motherfuckers who raised his bitch ass, not me, I only live for me, not anyone else. Selfish, I know, but I live and die alone, nobody is gonna hop into the coffin with me when I die.
Relationships.....hahaha...sensitive subject eh ? NOT! Do I want to be in one, part of me does, part of me doesn't...I'll just let the natural flow of tings take place...that's it.
Speaking of relationships...my ex-girlfriend, who's a year younger than me, is getting fucking MARRIED!!! To a guy five years older than her...now normally, that wouldn't be a problem, except that he's never had a job, he lives off of her money, and he hits her. Did i try to talk her out of it ? Fuck no, its her life, her decision, she lives with the consequences of her life choices. I have no right to tell her what to do and what not to do in her life. The only thing is now I feel a big, probably the biggest chapter of my life has just been slammed shut on me rather abruptly. I mean, we slept together in fucking January, there was always a slight connection that remained. I guess its a good thing that there's finally some type of closeure. I wish her all the best.
Now for the trivial shit. There's a show that I LOVE, its called Bad Girls Club. Only problem with the show is that everytime it comes on, it infuriates me, like, all the things I hate about women just boil up inside. The "fab five", as they so eloquently call themselves, pisses me off to no avail. They always complain about the Ambers, but they're worse people than them. The shit is fucking disgusting, almost makes me sympathize with the Chris Browns and Ike Turners of the world. Maybe this show brings out the inner mysoginist in me, because everytime I watch it, I become internally enraged. I know its only a show, and I know it isn't that serious, but I clearly have an issue of some sort lol.
After that, I saw some fat teens crying on Tyra, I asked myslef "who are these fat hoes on my television screen ?" I know, insensitive...WHO CARES ?!? I have no sympathy for the morbidly obese, they brought it upon themselves. If you don't want people making fun of you, stop crying and work out, eat healthy you fucking jabba the hut looking bitch!! /rant.
Well that was my MUCH NEEDED vent...Peace out cubscouts.
Rated-R-Rockstar!
Where the fuck do I fucking start...ok...lately there has been a lot of death surrounding me. Either in my family, or a friends family...I'm tired of it...death sucks dick. That's all I need to say about that.
School.....whats there to say, I'm not even in school now...I got temporarily dismissed and I don't even care. I fool my folks everyday that i have school. First, I just went to the city and shopped, or ran errands, now, I just go to the gym and they're none the wiser. I'll think about going back next semester....maybe.
I really don't like my family, I don't know why, but I don't. Every moment I spend away from them are precious moments to me. I know that if they were all tragically taken from me, I'd be devastated, but I just can't fucking stand them...they're always....there...judging me, complaining, talking....it makes me sick. Like, they expect me to run out and search high and low when they don't know where my brother is...fuck no. He's a big boy, call his cell. I'm pretty sure he's safe, and if he isn't then we're too late to try and do anything. He knows the way home. My grandmother makes me especially sick when she complains about him to me...like I give a flying fuck, he's not my son, talk to the motherfuckers who raised his bitch ass, not me, I only live for me, not anyone else. Selfish, I know, but I live and die alone, nobody is gonna hop into the coffin with me when I die.
Relationships.....hahaha...sensitive subject eh ? NOT! Do I want to be in one, part of me does, part of me doesn't...I'll just let the natural flow of tings take place...that's it.
Speaking of relationships...my ex-girlfriend, who's a year younger than me, is getting fucking MARRIED!!! To a guy five years older than her...now normally, that wouldn't be a problem, except that he's never had a job, he lives off of her money, and he hits her. Did i try to talk her out of it ? Fuck no, its her life, her decision, she lives with the consequences of her life choices. I have no right to tell her what to do and what not to do in her life. The only thing is now I feel a big, probably the biggest chapter of my life has just been slammed shut on me rather abruptly. I mean, we slept together in fucking January, there was always a slight connection that remained. I guess its a good thing that there's finally some type of closeure. I wish her all the best.
Now for the trivial shit. There's a show that I LOVE, its called Bad Girls Club. Only problem with the show is that everytime it comes on, it infuriates me, like, all the things I hate about women just boil up inside. The "fab five", as they so eloquently call themselves, pisses me off to no avail. They always complain about the Ambers, but they're worse people than them. The shit is fucking disgusting, almost makes me sympathize with the Chris Browns and Ike Turners of the world. Maybe this show brings out the inner mysoginist in me, because everytime I watch it, I become internally enraged. I know its only a show, and I know it isn't that serious, but I clearly have an issue of some sort lol.
After that, I saw some fat teens crying on Tyra, I asked myslef "who are these fat hoes on my television screen ?" I know, insensitive...WHO CARES ?!? I have no sympathy for the morbidly obese, they brought it upon themselves. If you don't want people making fun of you, stop crying and work out, eat healthy you fucking jabba the hut looking bitch!! /rant.
Well that was my MUCH NEEDED vent...Peace out cubscouts.
Rated-R-Rockstar!
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Kanye does it, why can't I ?
I'm gonna be on some straight Kanye steez as I blog, only instead of yachts, I'll talk about shit I can afford.
My fav site right now has to be Karmaloop.com, i've been shopping there for about 3 years now, they always ship in a timely manner, I love the selection of clothes, sneakers, accessories they have.
I already copped me a pair of Supras, belts, and wallets so far in the last month, I'm about ready to keep spending more-After I get my Tecchnics and Serato program to DJ..
I suggest all you psuedo-Hypebeast McStreetwear cats get on the site and break the bank on that bitch, you won't be dissapointed...
P.S: Listen to Blu & Exile's "Below The Heavens", its a year and change old, but you should def listen to them, great music.
Love, Peace, and Bacon Grease-Rated R Rockstar.
My fav site right now has to be Karmaloop.com, i've been shopping there for about 3 years now, they always ship in a timely manner, I love the selection of clothes, sneakers, accessories they have.
I already copped me a pair of Supras, belts, and wallets so far in the last month, I'm about ready to keep spending more-After I get my Tecchnics and Serato program to DJ..
I suggest all you psuedo-Hypebeast McStreetwear cats get on the site and break the bank on that bitch, you won't be dissapointed...
P.S: Listen to Blu & Exile's "Below The Heavens", its a year and change old, but you should def listen to them, great music.
Love, Peace, and Bacon Grease-Rated R Rockstar.
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
2009: The Swag List.
Alrighty, I'm back in New York finally, missed this fucking place, but not the weather, anywho, its 2009 as you already know, and I'm gonna take the time out to make a list of goals to accomplish, things i need to change about myself, and expenses I plan to create. Well, enough of the small talk, here;s the list:
Goals to accomplish:
1. Work more hours to get more money-easiest thing on the list to do.
2. When I go back to school full time, I need to maintain at least a 2.5 GPA-this is gonna require me to find the drive to do school work whic I just don't have, this is going to be the toughest one.
3. Get myself some much needed health insurance-I think there's a way to get some through my job, so I'll look into that.
4. Get back into shape, I wanna lose about 50 pounds-thats waay more than I need to lose, but I would be lean and trim, I'm trying to get that Randy Orton look. I already bought an Iron gym pull up bar, next is the perfect push-up, then the total gym, that shit Chuck Norris sells.
5. Have at least six tattoos by the end of the year-I'm getting my first one after I type this.
6. Finally purchase the DJ equipment I so desperately need-when I get more hours, this will be easy to accomplish, thanks to DJDeals.com.
7. Expand my wardrobe-Add more Supras to my sneaker collection, just basically get fresh.
8. Travel more-I would love to go on many more trips, two a year is good, its a good way to bond with friends and escape the monotany of life.
Things I Need to Change About Myself:
1. Be more brutally honest-I am an honest person, but i feel that I could still be a little more blunt towards people.
2. I need to increase my drive-I need to be motivated to do things and stop being lazy, it would definitely help out my school situation, and i feel it would be an overall great adjustment to my life.
3. I need to be a healthier person in regards to what i eat, I will continue to drink alcohol and smoke marijuana occasionall. I mean, fuck that, I'm not trying to be perfect lol.
4. I need to network-Try to put myself out there, meet people who may eventually help me become successful in the future.
Expenses:
1. DJ Equipment-Serato ScratchLive by Rane-Runs about $500-$550
2. Tattoos-Prices vary-Already have my first 4-5 designs created
3. Clothes/Sneakers-Supras run about $100-$120, some cheap Adidas sneakers, Polo V-necks, and other plain tees, Hoodies, and underwear.
Well, thats it so far, the list will obviusly be ammended, and have a progress report for those who actually care lol.
Well, be easy bitches, I'll holla...Rated R Rockstar.
Goals to accomplish:
1. Work more hours to get more money-easiest thing on the list to do.
2. When I go back to school full time, I need to maintain at least a 2.5 GPA-this is gonna require me to find the drive to do school work whic I just don't have, this is going to be the toughest one.
3. Get myself some much needed health insurance-I think there's a way to get some through my job, so I'll look into that.
4. Get back into shape, I wanna lose about 50 pounds-thats waay more than I need to lose, but I would be lean and trim, I'm trying to get that Randy Orton look. I already bought an Iron gym pull up bar, next is the perfect push-up, then the total gym, that shit Chuck Norris sells.
5. Have at least six tattoos by the end of the year-I'm getting my first one after I type this.
6. Finally purchase the DJ equipment I so desperately need-when I get more hours, this will be easy to accomplish, thanks to DJDeals.com.
7. Expand my wardrobe-Add more Supras to my sneaker collection, just basically get fresh.
8. Travel more-I would love to go on many more trips, two a year is good, its a good way to bond with friends and escape the monotany of life.
Things I Need to Change About Myself:
1. Be more brutally honest-I am an honest person, but i feel that I could still be a little more blunt towards people.
2. I need to increase my drive-I need to be motivated to do things and stop being lazy, it would definitely help out my school situation, and i feel it would be an overall great adjustment to my life.
3. I need to be a healthier person in regards to what i eat, I will continue to drink alcohol and smoke marijuana occasionall. I mean, fuck that, I'm not trying to be perfect lol.
4. I need to network-Try to put myself out there, meet people who may eventually help me become successful in the future.
Expenses:
1. DJ Equipment-Serato ScratchLive by Rane-Runs about $500-$550
2. Tattoos-Prices vary-Already have my first 4-5 designs created
3. Clothes/Sneakers-Supras run about $100-$120, some cheap Adidas sneakers, Polo V-necks, and other plain tees, Hoodies, and underwear.
Well, thats it so far, the list will obviusly be ammended, and have a progress report for those who actually care lol.
Well, be easy bitches, I'll holla...Rated R Rockstar.
Saturday, January 3, 2009
Why is my uncle laughing at me ?
DUDE!!! This vacation has seriously blown dick until New Years Eve/Granny's 80th birthday party. Let me tell you....
So I get back to Nevis from St. Kitts and I have to sleep on a mattress on the floor of the fucking living room because we gotta play Eight is Enough or some shit. SOOOO many relatives staying in one house, its like the fucking Waltons "goodnight John-Boy.." that kind of shit, all my old-heads know what I'm talking about. Anywho....so I wake up with a sore fucking throat from sleeping by the front door with no blanket, n a matress, that I share with my 23 year old 6'1 cousin...real poorman type shit...yeah, so i wake up with a sore throat and have to ride in the back of a pick-up truck to set shit up for the party, now I know why mexicans do that sit, its fun!! So while setting the place up, I find out I'm gonna be bartending that night (awesooome!) so I go home and get redy, head to the place an hour early. There alreasy like 10 ppeople there waiting, so i start knocking back Heinekens to get a lil buzz going and what not. We go through the whole happy birthday and say a couple of words shpeel, my grandfather is a lush, just like me, and he was fucking hilarious, putting the mic to his skull instead of his mouth and shit. Watching him and my dad battle dance was hilarious!! I couldn't get too drunk since I had to serve drihnks, so all I had was 7 beers.
Needless to say, it was a cool party, and I found out I'm not that bad of a brtender, I'm actually pretty good!!
The next day we went to the beach, the end.
Friday comes, and we have to head BACK to St. Kitts for a BBQ at my uncles house...can you say, free booze ? Anyway, we're waiting for the boat and there are two crazy homeless dudes singing and shit, funny stuff I thought I should mention...guess you had to be there. Anyways...we get to the house, and the first thing I do, besides greet my family, is eat some shrimp and crack open a Carib (you need to get up on that shit dawgs!), my family immediately starts wiht the "tale it easy, only a couple" and all that other mis-informed grow-up bullshit. HA!! I can drink you assholes under the table!!! So, one beer, turned to 7, plus five vodka cranberries....you know the rest. I tried to play dominoes wasted, FAIL!! I did serve drinks like a motherfucking champ though, that, I am proud of, best johnny and cokes you've ever fucking had my friend. The lasting im age I had on that island, was my uncle, looking at me, and laughing hysterically as I talked out of my ass like my last name was Bush, a proud moment that was.
So we go back on the 5 o'clock boat back to Nevis (get a fucking map ya moron) and then back to the house, where I proceeded to sleep for 14 hours at 6:30 p.m, and the last thought I remember having was "why was my uncle laughing at me ?"
Thank you, you have just wasted time you will NEVER get back by reading this. Sincerely yours..
The Rated R Rockstar.
So I get back to Nevis from St. Kitts and I have to sleep on a mattress on the floor of the fucking living room because we gotta play Eight is Enough or some shit. SOOOO many relatives staying in one house, its like the fucking Waltons "goodnight John-Boy.." that kind of shit, all my old-heads know what I'm talking about. Anywho....so I wake up with a sore fucking throat from sleeping by the front door with no blanket, n a matress, that I share with my 23 year old 6'1 cousin...real poorman type shit...yeah, so i wake up with a sore throat and have to ride in the back of a pick-up truck to set shit up for the party, now I know why mexicans do that sit, its fun!! So while setting the place up, I find out I'm gonna be bartending that night (awesooome!) so I go home and get redy, head to the place an hour early. There alreasy like 10 ppeople there waiting, so i start knocking back Heinekens to get a lil buzz going and what not. We go through the whole happy birthday and say a couple of words shpeel, my grandfather is a lush, just like me, and he was fucking hilarious, putting the mic to his skull instead of his mouth and shit. Watching him and my dad battle dance was hilarious!! I couldn't get too drunk since I had to serve drihnks, so all I had was 7 beers.
Needless to say, it was a cool party, and I found out I'm not that bad of a brtender, I'm actually pretty good!!
The next day we went to the beach, the end.
Friday comes, and we have to head BACK to St. Kitts for a BBQ at my uncles house...can you say, free booze ? Anyway, we're waiting for the boat and there are two crazy homeless dudes singing and shit, funny stuff I thought I should mention...guess you had to be there. Anyways...we get to the house, and the first thing I do, besides greet my family, is eat some shrimp and crack open a Carib (you need to get up on that shit dawgs!), my family immediately starts wiht the "tale it easy, only a couple" and all that other mis-informed grow-up bullshit. HA!! I can drink you assholes under the table!!! So, one beer, turned to 7, plus five vodka cranberries....you know the rest. I tried to play dominoes wasted, FAIL!! I did serve drinks like a motherfucking champ though, that, I am proud of, best johnny and cokes you've ever fucking had my friend. The lasting im age I had on that island, was my uncle, looking at me, and laughing hysterically as I talked out of my ass like my last name was Bush, a proud moment that was.
So we go back on the 5 o'clock boat back to Nevis (get a fucking map ya moron) and then back to the house, where I proceeded to sleep for 14 hours at 6:30 p.m, and the last thought I remember having was "why was my uncle laughing at me ?"
Thank you, you have just wasted time you will NEVER get back by reading this. Sincerely yours..
The Rated R Rockstar.
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