TWENTY. SOMETHING. || Since 21 can't last forever.

Cock Blocker

2008-09-19T14:34:00.000-04:00

A period is the biggest cock blocker ever. It makes sex virtually impossible. (Okay, some people choose to go there. I am not one of them.) It puts most women in a funky mood and won't accomodate despite any and all pleas. Sounds like the ultimate cock blocker to me.

So next time that pesky friend or associate just can't get the hint that you and your beau want some alone time, just think - you could always have your period.

...At the same time, a period can be a life saver. I know I, for one, have used the 'I'm on my period' line at least a dozen times to get out of sex. I guess it has its perks too.

All I want to do is...

2008-09-08T01:35:00.003-04:00

But then I'd get arrested and that would really suck.

So, considering those circumstances, I'll pass. However, despite the initial title, there actually is a purpose to this post. I first heard this song at the gym. I was taking a class, but not just any class.

I was taking my favorite gym class - pole dancing. (Okay, I totally revealed what gym I go to and what class you find me in weekly, but whatevs.) I'm in loooooove with this class. I get to prance around in 4 inch heels, slide down a pole, shake my tush in booty shorts, and not have to deal with a single cat call, crumpled dollar bill, or judgment.

For the past few weeks, I've started my Friday night by spinning around a pole and hanging upside down with my legs spread eagle and enjoying every minute of it.

Stress Less. Live More.

2008-09-04T00:54:00.000-04:00

Free your heart from hatred -- forgive.

Free your mind from worries -- most never happen.

Live simply and appreciate what you have.

Give more.

Expect less.

Something's...

2008-09-02T01:15:00.000-04:00

Better than nothing.

So, I figured I'd just start writing again. I don't know if I'm caught up in real, non-blogged life or just bored. Either way, my blog and I are having a few communication issues.

I don't have anything to say. (Who would've thunk!) And my blog doesn't want to listen. We're more distant than Britney's forehead and her hairline.

WTF moment, indeed. So, I figured I'd just write. Write until something inspires or something humors me or pisses me or jerks me out of the blogging rut I'm in. It's disgusting, I know. For a woman who dishes her sexual conquests via Internet to suddenly have a lack of words is ludicrous.

Yet, just writing this poor excuse of an apology reminds me of old times - sitting up late night pinning in gossip into my Blackberry, intricately plugging in juicy details into every story.

The gossip and juicy details are still here... or were. Maybe, I drank them down with Patron shots or sipped them like chocolate martinis. Somehow, they got lost in the scuffle and landed on Memory Lane. Fortunately, my life's a crazed reality television show with an award winning editor.

So, long story short, I'm back in action and ready to dish...!

XOX Twenty. Something.

Uninspired

2008-08-20T15:46:00.001-04:00

So, I've been severely MIA in the blogosphere. Why? It's a definite WTF moment - I've been uninspired. Normally, I write almost every other day. Ideas fill my head, impatiently waiting to be released. But the past few weeks... nada. Zilch. Nothing.

No inspiration. No excitement.

No blogging. WTF is wrong with me?

(I apologize for my inadequacies.)

My castle doesn't exist.

2008-08-05T15:55:00.005-04:00

When I was younger, I believed one day I'd meet my Prince Charming, and he'd sweep me off my feet and whisk me away to a secluded castle. I'd have lots of beautiful dress to wear. A horse and carriage to ride in. A Prince Charming that'd fulfill my little heart's desires.

Cinderella found her's. Snow White did too. Sleeping Beauty and Pocahantas followed suit. Even Lady found her (puppy) love. My turn was surely next.

Except Disney lost my script.

I know for sure they had written it all out. Filled it with fairy god mothers and started it with once upon a time. Of course, they wrote in a few ups and downs to make the story interesting, but they ended it perfectly with and they lived happily ever after.

At 6 years old, I was so excited to start my story. I waited. And waited. And waited for it to begin, but it never did.

I never got my pretty dress, huge castle, kiss from Prince Charming, or fairy tale ending.

Because Disney lost my script.

Shawn: the transition

2008-08-04T00:35:00.007-04:00

I waited for you
Today
But you didn't show
No no no
I needed you
Today
So where
Did you go
You told me to call
Said you'd be there
And though I haven't seen you
Are you still there
I cried out with no reply
And
I can't feel you by my side
So
I'll hold tight to what I know
You're here
And I'm never alone
And though I can
Not see you
And I can't explain why
Such a deep
Deep
Reassurance
You've placed
In my life
We cannot separate
'Cause you're a part of me
And though you're invisible
I'll trust the unseen
I cried out to no reply
And
I can't feel you by my side
So
I'll hold tight to what I know
You're here
And I'm never alone
We cannot separate
You're part of me
And though you're invisible
I'll trust the unseen
I cried out to no reply
And
I can't feel you by my side
So
I'll hold tight to what I know
You're here
And I'm never alone
...

He and I
Had something beautiful
But so dysfunctional
It couldn't last
I loved him so
But I let him go
'Cause I knew he'd never love me back
Such pain as this
Shouldn't have to be experienced
I'm still reeling from the loss
Still a little bit delirious
Near to you
I am healing
But it's taking so long
'Cause though he's gone
And you are wonderful
It's hard to move on
Yet
I'm better near to you
You and I
Have something different
And I'm enjoying it
Cautiously
I'm battle scarred
I am
Working oh so hard
To get back to who
I used to be
He's disappearing
Fading suddenly
I'm so close to being yours
Won't you stay with me
Please
Near to you
I am healing
But it's taking so long
'Cause though he's gone
And you are wonderful
It's hard to move on
Yet
I'm better near to you
Yet
I'm better near
To you
I only know that I am
Better where you are
I only know that I am
Better where you are
I only know that I am
Better where you are
I only know that I belong
Where you are
Near to you
I am healing
But it's taking so long
Though he's gone
And you are wonderful
It's hard to move on
Near to you
I am healing
But it's taking so long
'Cause though he's gone
And you are wonderful
It's hard to move on
Yet
I'm better near to you
Yet
I'm better
Near
To you
...

Breathe me.

2008-08-02T15:19:00.006-04:00

(Play track while reading.)

Help, I have done it again
I have been here many times before
Hurt myself again today
And, the worst part is there's no-one else to blame

Be my friend
Hold me, wrap me up
Unfold me
I am small
and needy
Warm me up
And breathe me

Ouch I have lost myself again
Lost myself and I am nowhere to be found,
Yeah I think that I might break
Lost myself again and I feel unsafe

Be my friend
Hold me, wrap me up
Unfold me
I am small
and needy
Warm me up
And breathe me

Be my friend
Hold me, wrap me up
Unfold me
I am small
and needy
Warm me up

And breathe me

I fucked my boss*.

2008-08-02T14:54:00.002-04:00

"You dirty little whore," flew out of my ex co-worker's mouth faster than vomit out of a drunk co-ed.

She was mad. Very mad. Despite quiting my job and starting my own company, I was doing very well and living quite comfortably. To add insult to injury, she had just been fired. For what? I didn't care and had no interest in asking. It didn't help that I am 10 years her junior, either.

She was biter, and karma or coincidence was in her favor. So, when we ran into each other on the street, she had words to spew.

"Hey, Taylor. How are you?"

"You dirty little whore..."

And so went the insults, which were prefaced with, "I get fired and you got a raise?" The word had slipped. She, and most likely several other co-workers, found out my previously well kept dirty little secret. I fucked my boss.

Yes. That's exactly what happened. I slept with my boss and got a raise. She did her duties (and something else that caused her termination) and got fucked over. It's not my fault life isn't fair. I've been handed my fair share of shit. It was simply her turn to deal with some. Unfortunately, she wasn't dealing with it well, and she let it be known.

"Congrats! You fucked your way to the top."

Okay, so I read the How to Succeed in Business Without Really Trying manual and took it to heart. Men statistically make more money than women and typically are promoted to higher positions faster than women. I used the one thing I have over all men - my pussy.

Like it or not, the power of the p is like a two of hearts in Spades. It's a woman's most powerful tool, and if used wisely, it can trump any situation a male poses. In this case, I used my trump card for a strategic career move.

I fucked my boss and enjoyed it. There was always a undeniable sexual tension between us, although our chemistry surpassed the physical. Thus, when our paths crossed on that fateful night at the Gansevoort Hotel's rooftop bar and his friends and my friends slowly dwindled down, we drifted into our own corner to talk.

He could pick my brain, and I could read him like a cheap novel. We were in tune mentally, emotionally, and, by the end of the night and four pomegranate martinis in, sexually. There were no HR discussions, no 'what happens next?' conversations, no second thoughts. He wanted me, and I wanted my raise. I deserved it - my work ethic and project quality far surpassed both my male and female counterparts. But I sealed the deal with my skills in bed.

I sold my pussy and my soul for a raise and a bigger office. Considering, I've fucked many a men and received nothing in return - this was an upgrade.

*Well, my old boss. I'm no longer employed there - I quit. I decided to opt-out of the 9 to 5 madness and pursue my dream. I'm now my own boss, although I do continue to fuck my boss. This time, I don't get an orgasm... I just get fucked over.

Mind your business.

2008-07-29T14:24:00.002-04:00

What other people think of you is none of your business.

Why care what others think of you?

Hold yourself to a high standard.

Treat people how you'd like to be treated.

Open doors for others.

Always say 'please' and 'thank you.

Eat your peas and carrots.

Take naps.

And don't give a damn about his, her, and their opinion of you!

The Virtue of Selfishness

2008-07-29T14:17:00.001-04:00

I ran across this book title. It is more a collection of essays on the ideology behind selfishness and altruism. The title caught my attention because earlier this week of close friend of mind called me 'selfish'. I wouldn't have minded if the comment was warranted. However, I felt it was not.

He called me selfish because I said I would handle a particular situation differently than he. The situation was whether or not he would introduce his male friends to a close female friend that was re-entering the dating scene. He said 'no' because he was concerned for all parties involved and would not want to jeopardize either friendship. Very altruistic.

I, however, said I would if I were placed in his shoes. Everyone is an adult, and if I knew someone she would be interested in I would introduce the two. I would accept responsibility for the introduction, but did not feel an obligation to prevent a bad situation (in advance) by never letting them meet.

He considered that selfish, rather than agreeing to disagree. So, when I came across Ayn Rand's The Virtue of Selfishness, I was curious to learn more. I search engined the title and came across this entry by J.R. from the objectivistcenter.org:

What does Ayn Rand mean when she describes selfishness as a virtue?

Ayn Rand rejects altruism, the view that self-sacrifice is the moral ideal. She argues that the ultimate moral value, for each human individual, is his or her own well-being. Since selfishness (as she understands it) is serious, rational, principled concern with one's own well-being, it turns out to be a prerequisite for the attainment of the ultimate moral value. For this reason, Rand believes that selfishness is a virtue.

Rand writes that the "exact meaning" of selfishness is "concern with one's own interests" (VOS, vii). In that work, Rand argues that a virtue is an action by which one secures and protects one's rational values—ultimately, one's life and happiness. Since a concern with one's own interests is a character trait that, when translated into action, enables one to achieve and guard one's own well-being, it follows that selfishness is a virtue. One must manifest a serious concern for one's own interests if one is to lead a healthy, purposeful, fulfilling life.

Rand understands, though, that the popular usage of the word, "selfish," is different from the meaning she ascribes to it. Many people use the adjective "selfish" to describe regard for one's own welfare to the disregard of the well-being of others. Moreover, many people would be willing to characterize any instance of desire-satisfaction in these circumstances as "selfish," no matter what its content. Thus, many people arrive at the following composite image: selfish people are brutish people who are oblivious to the negative consequences of their actions for their friends and loved ones and who abuse the patience, trust, and good will of all comers to satisfy their petty whims. Rand certainly recognizes that there are people who fit this description, and she certainly does not believe that their behavior is in any sense virtuous. But she opposes labeling them "selfish."

Rand believes that this application of the word blurs important philosophical distinctions and foreordains false philosophical doctrines. First, this understanding of selfishness construes both whim-fulfillment and the disregard of others' interests as genuinely self-interested behaviors, which they are not. Second, this understanding of selfishness suggests an altruist framework for thinking about ethics.

To elaborate on the first point: Rand believes that the elements of human self-interest are objective. All human beings have objective biological and psychological needs, and one's actual interests are identified by reference to these needs. Mere whim-fulfillment is therefore not constitutive of human well-being because one's whims might be at odds with one's actual needs. Moreover, the character traits of the "selfish" brute are not compatible with any human being's actual, rational interests. Humans live in a social world; in order to maximize the value of their interactions with others, they should cultivate a firm commitment to the virtues of rationality, justice, productiveness, and benevolence. A commitment to these virtues naturally precludes such brutish behavior.

To elaborate on the second point: Rand argues that the conventional understanding of selfishness implies an altruistic framework for thinking about ethics. Within this framework, the question, "Who is the beneficiary of this act?" is the most important moral question: right acts are acts undertaken for the "benefit" of others and wrong acts are acts undertaken for one's own "benefit." Rand believes that this approach passes over the crucial ethical questions: "What are values?" and "What is the nature of the right and the good?" In addition, the altruist framework suggests a dichotomy between actions that promote the interests of others to one's own detriment and actions that promote ones own interests to the detriment of others. Rand rejects this dichotomy and affirms the harmony of human interests.

Rand writes, "[A]ltruism permits no concept of a self-respecting, self-supporting man—a man who supports his own life by his own effort and neither sacrifices himself nor others … it permits no concept of benevolent co-existence among men … it permits no concept of justice".

For her, the truly selfish person is a self-respecting, self-supporting human being who neither sacrifices others to himself nor sacrifices himself to others.

Finally, one might ask why Rand chose to use the term, "selfish," to designate the virtuous trait of character described above rather than to coin some new term for this purpose. This is an interesting question. Probably, Rand wished to challenge us to think through the substantial moral assumptions that have infected our ethical vocabulary. Her language also suggests that she believes that any other understanding of selfishness would amount to an invalid concept, i.e., one that is not appropriate to the facts and/or to man's mode of cognition.

In addition, one might interpret Rand as asserting that her definition captures the historical and etymological meaning of the word. But certainly, her praise of selfishness communicates instantaneously and provocatively the practical, this-worldly, egoistic, and profoundly Greek orientation of her ethical thought.

That (a little too) long excerpt summarizers Rand's philosophy on selfishness. I'm headed to the library now to pick up the book; I'd love to get a better grasp of the work. I look forward to the read!

But my REAL moral of the story is: Even if I am selfish, so fucking what?!

I always had a passion for flashin'.

2008-07-26T00:02:00.007-04:00

I am a firm believer in overdressing.

Catherine Malandrino

Every woman deserves an all out, no designer barred, credit splurge shopping spree. Whether she is generously treated to one from her male love interest or willfuly opens her own wallet to herself, there is one requirement. She must indulge in the experience sans hesitation and regret.

Checking receipts, contemplating prices, and returning items are all major no-no's in the world of shopping spree indulgence. Thus, clutch and Blackberry in hand, I took my undisclosed sum of money, dialed my fav fashionista Giselle, and giddily pranced out of my Manhattan apartment.

As I hopped in Giselle's ride and immediately hit traffic, I questioned why we didn't rough it on the train. She pointed to my casual (okay, not really), yet killer 4-inch Manolo's. Now before you even ask why or am I crazy, please read my disclaimer.

DISCLAIMER: I was born with heels on and haven't been able to remove then since, and to my wallet's detriment, I developed an addiction to designer heels. In my closet, sneakers are for working out, flip flops are for showers after the gym, and heels are for everything in between.

Moving on. Giselle's point was proven. So, we gossiped our way through traffic and headed to our fav shopping spots. Giselle loves boutiques and, being a stylist, she's overly familiar with Manhattan's best "OMG, where did you get that? I love it!!!" boutiques. I love, love, love shopping with her for this very reason. Her eye for detail and style is unparalleled - or, at least, in her world it is.

Thus, when we go shopping, I never ask for her opinion because I already know I'll hear it. She'll gladly offer her two cents, whether or not I want to hear it or like, and she is far from shy when she believes something doesn't work.

"You need to lose about a quater of an inch off of each hip before you can wear that."

"Gi, the dress is my size."

"What size is it?"

"A two."

"Well, maybe if they had it in a 2.5, it'd fit you."

"But it looks good!"

"Wouldn't you rather look great?"

"Point taken."

Despite her lack of tact, she was always right. She wanted better for me, and I wanted better for myself. Thus, regardless of her smart ass comments, I always listened to her reasoning. She knew her shit, and she was proud of it.

"So, what do you suggest? Since you apparently know it all."

"When it comes to fashion, that I do. I'm soooo glad you're finally catching on."

"Shut up, and dress me."

And that she did. She willfully pulled designer after designer - pairing colors against my eyes, selecting cuts that appeared to trim off inches, combining styles that I opposed only to fall in love with once tried on. Although my wallet hates her, my inner shopping diva looooooves her, swoons after her, and is willing to drop everything in order to look fabulous. She is genius.

So genius that she, and she only, could make me forget about my fav designer stores. Although I had my sight set on a pair of Fendi heels for which my precious little feet ached and a few summer styles that my body craved and my closet needed, they became obsolete once Giselle my became my fairy godstylist. Six hours, an undisclosed sum of money (since I can't bear to type it, just yet), and 8,000 laughs and memories later, Giselle and I pranced out of our final boutique - ready to take Manhattan by storm, one avenue at a time.

I am truly living the good life.

Vodka Tonic With Lime Lite Ice

2008-07-25T23:54:00.004-04:00

I'm not an alcoholic. I'm a drunk. Alcoholics go to meetings.

My best friend recently accused me of becoming an alcoholic. She says I drink every day. Yes, she is absolutely correct. However, alcoholism is a very serious problem to which I do not admit.

I live in a city where I deal with crazy people every day, but I'm not a shrink.

I live in a city where I give away money to people in need, but it didn't go to a charity.

I live in a city where I dodge in and out of traffic trying not to get hit, but I'm not even in a car.

I think I deserve a drink, dammit! And so does every other high-strung, over worked, under sexed, trying to survive in a city filled with more crazies than Bellevue New Yorker!

And I will drink to that.

Be with you.

2008-07-21T23:58:00.007-04:00

(Play track while reading.)

As Shawn caressed my neck with his lips and seductively pulled my hair, I giggled and then whispered his name. He grabbed my hips and gently unzipped my skirt; his instantaneous reaction shocked me. He wasn't normally this forward, but it pleased me to know he wanted me as bad as I desired his touch.

He twisted me around, graced his chiseled chest against the arch of my back, and slowly pursed his luscious lips against my spine as he wrote each letter of his name down my back with his tongue. He knew he had me, alternating between kisses and alphabet maneuvers with his tongue. My breathing deepened, and my body quivered under his touch. Shawn was very well aware that I was at his disposal.

Within seconds of our first sexual encounter, he discovered that my back could nearly make me climax and used this knowledge to his advantage ever since. He loved me loving him. Every moan, every request, every exasperation, name, quiver was graciously accepted and further multiplied.

"Don't stop..."

My wish was his command, and this genie in a bottle had no intentions of slowing down or stopping. For the following hour and a half, Shawn showed me why he's my Ryan. He kissed, caressed, worshiped, explored, and thrilled my body in ways that I could never type. Not because I'm timid to share - every detail is worthy of a Dickinson novel - but because words cannot describe what I experience when I'm with Shawn.

Every time we're intimate, there's so much history, so much joy and pain intertwined into our sexual experience. It's as if we read each other's souls as we love each other. He's my Big, and we just don't seem to be able to let go.

Despite our ups and downs, passion always reigns. He evokes my naughtiest desires and releases my inner fantasies. He explores my body like no other man. Stretches my comfort level only to bring me to higher forms of pleasure. Takes the road less traveled, but always brings me to my destination.

What are you doing?

2008-07-20T17:43:00.005-04:00

Me: Talking to myself.

Him: Why?

Me: Because I always get the last word.

Cupid shot me in the heart...

2008-07-20T17:24:00.003-04:00

And I fell in love with New York.

Running free

2008-07-20T17:09:00.003-04:00

Maybe some women aren't meant to be tamed. Maybe they just need to run free 'til they find someone just as wild to run with them.

Sex and the City

Top 5: The Sex in This City Edition

2008-07-14T18:16:00.008-04:00

Welcome to Top 5, Volume 1. Every week, I will add an installment to my Top 5 Edition, which is a list of my Top 5 (fill in the blank). Today's founding installment is The Sex in This City Edition.

Why sex? Why not? Without it you and I would not be here. So, let's delve into some pollenation!

I can define my sexual experiences through 5 names. Each name personifies a sexual experience to which I judge all present and future encounters.

Marc - Marc was my Picasso. He created a master piece in bed. He could do things and make me feel ways I didn't think were possible or legal.

Every woman deserves at least one Marc in her life. That one sexual experience that can be described only through sound. 'Mmmmmm' or a massive sigh. A sexual experience that is just such - an experience - an out of body, I just went to Heaven and back experience. A mind boggling, words cannot express, once in a lifetime sexual experience that all other sexual experiences will be compared to and subsequently will fall below the mark (pun intended).

He is also the type of guy who you secretly don't want to tell your friends about (but end up dishing about after you and he are officially over) because you don't even want to chance having an envious friend side-eye him.

Grade: A+ - Graduated high school at 16. Finished college in 3 years, then pursues a Masters. Just received an honorary Doctorate. We have a genius here, folks!

Ryan - If I were Tony the Tiger, one saying could summarize Ryan. He's "grrrrr-great!" He's no Michaelangelo; so, don't expect a Sistenth Chapel here. Yet, he knew what he was doing, and, even better, he did it very well. An orgasm was guareenteed and so was a fun time. (Who knew I was that flexible!?!) Like Marc, every woman deserves a Ryan for when Marc is busy. Lol. A Ryan is defitinitely bragging rights material.

Grade: A-/B+ - Strong GPA, Honor Roll

Alex - Alex defines decent sex. At times, he's good. Other times he's just okay. Sometimes, I'd have an orgasm, and the rest of the time I wouldn't. He's one of those guys that you won't rant and rave to your friends about his amazing skills in bed, but you won't complain either. Fortunately, he's the teachable type, and every once and I while, he'd Ace his test!

Grade: B to C+ - not stellar, but consistently good, above average

Jason - After having sex with Jason, I immediately wanted to fall down, bump my head, and wake up with a severe case of amnesia. Unfortunately, I still remember the bad sex. I almost told him, "Okay, enough, this just has to stop!" But he (very fortunately) came within 7 minutes of us starting. I kid you not! Not only was he bad in bed, but also he gave Speedy Gonzales a run for his money.

Grade: C- to D+ - If this were the SATs, he was one of those kids that benefitted from filling in his name correctly.

Kevin - I wish I were a nun.

Kevin is the anti-hero, or, in this case, the anti-Marc. He is the one sexual experience I wish I never experienced. He took bad sex to another level. He's one of those men you question, "Is this his first time?" Or ask yourself, "Should I kill myself now, or later? Now." He is the story that you tell your friends because you think you need counseling, and they believe you. If Jason (see above) epitomizes the saying, "Tragedy plus time equals comedy", then Kevin signifies "Life isn't fair."

Grade: Don't pass go. Don't collect $200. Go straight to Jail. You failed! You get a 0!!! Repeat the grade!

Ladies, who are your Top 5? Any good stories???!

And Gents, feel free to spill your Top 5 too!

Be.

2008-07-14T18:08:00.002-04:00

To thine own self be true.
Shakespeare, dishing out wisdom from way back when.

'But'

2008-07-14T18:00:00.002-04:00

My Dad once told me,

"Anything you say before 'but' is always trumped by what is said after."

Thus, I present the following examples:

I love you, but it's just not going to work out.
Translation: I wish you were better in bed.

Your son is an intelligent student, but he isn't applying himself.
Translation: Your son's an idiot.

You look great, but everyone can always afford to lose a few.
Translation: Put the burger down, fatty.

Your application was very strong, but we regret to inform you that we cannot offer you a spot at our school.
Translation: Hahahahahaha. You're not going to college.

I'm doing great, but...
Translation: I just suckered you into listening about my day.

TAG YOU'RE IT! Gimme your best 'but', but if it starts with 'I love your blog, but...' (Pun intended.)

I (Heart) This City

2008-07-10T16:42:00.004-04:00

My hair is always at its best in New York. I don't know what's in the water. It could be the mousse. Ellen Degeneres, TV Guide - November 2005

If London is a water painting, New York is an oil painting. Peter Shaffer, New York Times - April 13, 1975

New York now leads the world's greatest cities in the number of people around whom you shouldn't make a sudden move. David Letterman, The Late Show with David Letterman - Feb 9, 1984

Cities have sexes: London is a man, Paris a woman, and New York a well adjusted transsexual. Angela Carter, New Society

... And 2 SATC's for the road!

Carrie: New York City is all about sex. People getting it, people trying to get it, people who can't get it. No wonder the city never sleeps. It's too busy trying to get laid.

Miranda: Why do I think living in Manhattan is so fantastic?

Carrie: Because it is!

The difference between success and failure

2008-07-10T16:36:00.001-04:00

Just a little lesson I thought I'd share:

Most people that fail don't lack strength. They lack will.

Overheard in New York

2008-07-10T16:32:00.002-04:00

20-Something Hipster:

I call her my special lady friend, and she calls me her gentleman caller -- because boyfriend and girlfriend are too possessive.

Courtesy of overheardinnewyork.com

You must earn my kisses.

2008-07-10T16:06:00.002-04:00

I will not kiss you if you do not give me butterflies.

I will not kiss you if you buy me dinner, take me dancing, and walk me to my front door step, and expect me to kiss you.

I will not kiss you if you believe chivalry is dead.

I will not kiss you out of pity or if I'll regret kissing you.

I will not kiss you unless you're worth the build up, the release, and, most importantly, the aftermath.

Yet...

I will kiss you if you give me butterflies.

I will kiss you when you least expect it.

I will kiss you if you act like the gentleman your mother raised you to be.

I will kiss you because it felt right deep down inside and at that moment, and moments to come, I could see myself kissing and kissing and kissing you.

I will kiss you if you make me smile from my heart, feel that I've met my prince charming, and believe that when you look into my eyes that spark that shines is for me.

Girls Night In (Pt. 1)

2008-07-09T08:59:00.003-04:00

As Jaizen, Blake, and Shawn hit the city streets for their infamous, weekday Guys Night Out, Giselle, Chelsea, and I spent some quality time together for our monthly (and impromptu) Girls Night In. Giselle's Park Ave apartment proved a quality and quite stylish venue.

Giselle recently redecorated her one bedroom. Abandoning her plush, white, Miami inspired pad for a ice blue and camel colored theme, Giselle's fashionista style resonates throughout the apartment, and she was more than proud to show it off. It was as much a Girls Night In as a 3 person house warming party - for Giselle showed off every inch of her place. After what felt like a never ending tour of every fabulous nook and crany, Girls Night In finally began.

The theme of Girls Night In is always chosen by the host, and Giselle was in a curious mood. So, her theme - Secrets, Secrets (are no fun unless they are for everyone) - was particularly suiting. Of course, she paired secret spilling with the perfect loose lip propeller - liquor and lots of it. As the Fendi Bag Crew went from 'Cheers!' to graciously swallowing the weeks woes, in form of passion fruit mojitos, the game was about to begin!

Stay tuned for Pt. 2, entitled You Did What?! (Teaser: Chelsea has a BIG secret that will nearly jeopardize our friendship + Giselle's crazy celebrity sex romp with...?)

"Where do you meet people?"

2008-07-08T17:26:00.004-04:00

As I delicately balanced ease dropping and my melting chocolate soft serve, I slowly inched closer to a conversation that abruptly grabbed my attention.

"Where do you meet people?"

Not an unusual question. Just inquistive. Nor an unusual location to ask it. Central Park. However, the answer stunned me.

"I meet people in gutters, at the local crackhouse, on deserted park benches. Places to meet quality riff raff."

The curious friend, like myself, paused with anticipation, an anticipation that was met with her friends "I'm serious" stare.

Akward silence. The curious stranger and I persistently await a response. Finally, our needs are fulfilled. The other female, sensing her friends lack of humor, laughs hastily.

"I'm just joking," interrupting the silence. "I tend to meet men at nightclubs..."

Pause.

Self-realization penetrates the jokers thoughts.

"A place to meet quality riff raff."

Sidewalks and Stilettos

2008-07-08T17:13:00.002-04:00

Are like oil and water, Brad and Jennifer, white after Labor Day - they just don't go together. I'm thoroughly convinced my brand new Dior stilettos are just not meant to be worn on Manhattan's vicious streets, and I made the unfortunate mistake of testing this theory.

Normally, I save massive street walking for flats, or I'll gingerly hop into a cab. Maybe, I was feeling brave. Maybe, I was slightly intoxicated. Or maybe, I was just plain stupid. Either way, I learned a valuable lesson - stilettos and sidewalks are better left alone.

DESTINY

2008-07-04T20:35:00.003-04:00

Maybe, our mistakes are what make our fate. Without them, what would shape our lives? Perhaps, if we never veered off course, we wouldn't fall in love, or have babies, or be who we are. After all, seasons change. So do cities. People come into your life, and people go. But it's comforting to know the ones you love are always in your heart. And if you're very lucky, a plane ride away.

Carrie, Sex and the City

So rewarding

2008-07-04T02:55:00.002-04:00

.STYLE IS ITS OWN REWARD.

It's a Secret Society || All we ask is trust

2008-07-01T17:06:00.011-04:00

Once a month, my group of friends and I throw - what we like to call - the Triple M, better known as Mad Manhattan Mixer. It is a unruly combination of lots of alcohol, great food, and amazing friends.

Triple M originally started as a desperate attempt to stay in contact with college friends, old co-workers, and the like. However, it quickly developed into something ten times more fun and more meaningful.

While Chelsea, Giselle, and I were initially happy with Triple M meeting every 3 months, we decided to install monthly sessions after continuous pleas from each of its members.

And, yes, I said members. No, there are no dues. No Skull and Bones branding, no miserable initiations. But this (not so) secret society is Members Only.

21 members to be exact. All twenty somethings too. It's myself + Giselle + Chelsea + each individual's 6 closest friends. Membership may neither exceed nor drop below 21 and is exclusive to females.

Theme, setting, and details are all decided by Member of the Month, which is simply a nice way of saying, "It's your turn to plan it." At the end of each mixer, that month's M.O.M. draws a name and announces our new M.O.M.

Well, my little bundle of joy is about to pop out because I'm this month's M.O.M. I haven't yet finalized transportation, location, dinner, after-dinner.... Okay, to be honest, I haven't finalized anything!

But I've picked my theme:

Girls Just Wanna Have Fun - Cyndi Lauper

Stay tuned for details as Triple M approaches!

Guys Night Out

2008-07-01T16:51:00.003-04:00

The following conversation transpired this weekend:

Her (Twenty. Something.): Can I come?

Me (Jaizen): No.

Her: Why not?

Me: It's a guys night out.

Her: So.

Me: So, by definition, you can't come.

Ladies, why even ask?

-Jaizen

Happy Capacity

2008-07-01T16:45:00.005-04:00

There's a little place in the drinking world I like to call Happy Capacity. My suggestion - when drinking, never go pass it.

Happy Capacity is usually determined by an overall feeling of increased ease, a relaxation of the body, and the sensation of happiness. When you reach this point, (Blake take note) stop drinking and just enjoy, because...

If you drink too much and surpass your Happy Capacity, you will most likely enter Unhappy Capacity - a place that only leads to belligerence and throwing up.

...and thanks to last night, Blake can tell you all about it.

Miss Monroe

2008-06-24T18:23:00.003-04:00

I used to say to myself, 'What the devil have you got to be proud about, Marilyn?' And I'd answer, 'Everything.'

Discipline: Doing whatever it takes to win

2008-06-24T01:22:00.001-04:00

Life is divine chaos.

2008-06-24T01:18:00.001-04:00

MySpace Wars

2008-06-23T23:50:00.006-04:00

3 Ways You Know You're in a MySpace fight:

1) You been demoted from #4 to #11 on that person's Top 12 friends list.

2) You've been completely bumped off the person's friend list.

3) The person will not pick up your phone calls or return your texts, but they will gladly leave you a snotty message or comment.

I'm a lover, not a fighter. BUT if I were to fight someone, it definitely would not be via MySpace.The passive aggressive ish just needs to stop.

Same People, Same Scene

2008-06-23T23:19:00.002-04:00

New York City is boring me, again. This city's such a vicious machine. It's all so routine.

Same people, same scene.

So, I decided to do what I do best and travel.

Fresh off the plane, Konichiwa, bitches!

Hell hath no fury, like a woman scorned

2008-06-23T23:13:00.001-04:00

http://www.dontdatehimgirl.com

LMFAO.

50/50

2008-06-23T23:09:00.001-04:00

50% of the people you know don't care about your problems.

The other 50% are glad you have them.

ddRUNK && hOTT

2008-06-14T19:41:00.004-04:00

(Play track while reading.)

So, this is a dual post between Jaizen and I, with inserts from Blake. I guess, it kinda makes it a threesome, but I'm going to leave that one alone.

Drunk and Hot Girls - Kanye West

Anyway, last night was a drunken spectacle that cannot really be explained in full detail, but we're gonna attempt to have it semi-summarized. Anyway, this post is in three different points of view...sorta.

***

Jaizen: The owner of this blog, whose name will remain nameless in order to protect the guilty, decided to drink a little too much at a rooftop party.

Me: I was fine.

Blake: 'Blah-Blah-Blah. That's how the fuck you sound...'

Jaizen: She then proceeds to play the alcoholic version of truth or dare -- truth, dare or drink.

Blake: Fast forward 20 mins into the game.

Jaizen: See previous post "Just Wanna Try You On...!"

Me: You lie.

[silence]

Jaizen: Not once, not twice, but...

Blake: Third time's a charm!

Me: I have no recollection of the events that transpired.

[eruption of laughter]

Blake: [insert side smirk from Blake] The truth will set you free.

Me: Like I said, I have no recollection aka I plead the fifth.

LMFAO!

Just Wanna Try You On...!

2008-06-14T19:36:00.002-04:00

(Jaizen made me post this -- well, 'cuz he was there and...)
I Kissed A Girl - Katy Perry

I'm sorry you're blue

2008-06-06T00:54:00.004-04:00

Everybody Loves Me, But you - Brenda Lee

Chelsea and I went to dinner the other night. She and I were dishing out details of the week's events. She brought up her falling out with her current love, Blake. While we were talking, she muttered, 'everybody loves me -- but him.'

It made me think of a song I once heard. Play the track to understand. It epitomized her current situation and sentiment towards Blake and the situation in general. I thought I'd dedicate this posting to her.

This one's for you, Chels.

I guess it's not wack

2008-06-03T18:12:00.001-04:00

So I asked my homegirl Giselle for her opinion on an artist I met the other night. After listening to a few tracks, I asked her, 'What do you think?' Her response was priceless...

I guess it's not wack.

This is my new description for iffy music. I'm calling it - I guess it's not wack music. Classic.

He made my blog!

2008-06-03T18:05:00.002-04:00

I have a crush. Just thought you'd like to know.

2IN1

2008-06-03T18:03:00.001-04:00

Cool and collected
Always appear confident and composed on the outside, even if you are trembling on the inside. Appearances are deceiving - use it to your advantage.

Stand up
You're not a champ because you hit hard, you're a champ because you keep getting up.
-Rocky Balboa

Self-reliance

2008-06-03T18:01:00.000-04:00

A little lesson that was reinforced recently:

If you want something done right, do it yourself.

Never wait or rely on others for tasks you can do yourself. Believe in your strengths and personal competence to get the task done, even if you think it's too big, complicated, or challenging. No one can really complete the task the way you want it done - unless, of course, you do it yourself.

Moving on up...

2008-06-03T17:59:00.000-04:00

Not to the East Side or a to deluxe apartment in the sky, but the company is doing well. I'm doing the usual - networking, partnering, meeting with him, him, and her, etc etc etc. All good and dandy. Just working smart, making moves, and making things happen, most importantly.

I also love loving my career. It's no longer a job, something I have to do. It's a dream filtered into reality. Despite the many challenges and occasional setbacks, I love waking up to do what I love. Whenever I get down about something going wrong with the company, I just think - this is what I want, this is my dream come true - then I remember why I quit my 9 to 5, and I get back to work.

But if she's good in bed...

2008-05-27T05:11:00.002-04:00

Then a chick can have a man sounding like Neyo.

(Pussy whipped, J?)
Closer - Ne-Yo

FYI (A hint from Jaizen)

2008-05-27T05:09:00.003-04:00

A man can make a woman feel beautiful and wanted and not actually want to be with her. He probably just wants to hit.

Sorry, fellas, for snitching.

Remember when we use to play

2008-05-23T13:51:00.000-04:00

Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me D - Nancy Sinatra

Still hurting

2008-05-22T03:13:00.002-04:00

Shawn is breaking my heart. Even when I swear I will never love him again, I can't stop caring and wishing he were mine. He's moved on. He's already said his good-byes. And it's so easy for him.

Maybe, there's somewhere a lesson to learn... but I'm still hurting.
Still Hurting - Norbert Leo Butz, Sherie Rene Scott

New York Vice

2008-05-19T01:13:00.001-04:00

We all have our vices. My girl Chelsea's vice happens to be a man. Frank Sinatra once said...

I'm for anything that gets you through the night - be it prayer, tranquilizers, or a bottle of Jack Daniels.

He forgot to mention sex.

Last night, I couldn't even get an answer

2008-05-19T01:02:00.002-04:00

(Play track while reading)

Last night, Shawn and I ended up at a mutual friend's dinner party. He ignored me the entire dinner. Even 'hi' seemed like a stretch for him. He can be such an asshole.

Just so you know

2008-05-15T02:23:00.001-04:00

Fellas, if a woman says she's going to call and she doesn't, she probably doesn't like you.

Get 'em J

2008-05-15T02:15:00.001-04:00

Ladies, if a man says he's going to call and he doesn't, he probably just forgot.

Thanks for the one-liner, Jaizen.

New beginnings and better endings

2008-05-12T15:24:00.003-04:00

While some of us are taking the road less travelled, others are revisiting familiar territory. With all of life’s twists and turns, sometimes, you have to just sit back and enjoy the ride.

A little advice...

2008-05-12T15:22:00.001-04:00

I receive these weekly motivational emails from Dale Carnegie. In all actuality, he's really trying to sell his training program, but before he goes into that speal, he prefaces it with a motivational, inspirational, or influential quotation, followed by more words of wisdom. So, I just thought I'd share!

Take a chance! All life is a chance. The man that goes the furthest is generally the one willing to do and dare. The "sure thing" boat never gets far from the shore.
- Dale Carnegie

Approach new experiences as opportunities to learn rather than occasions to win or lose. Doing so will open you up to new possibilities and can increase your sense of self-acceptance.

ESPN > Women

2008-05-08T01:15:00.004-04:00

There are several things in life women cannot compete with - sports is one of them. If a man is watching Sports Center, just shut up and bring him a beer. Don't try to compete; it's not worth it. You'll always lose.

Courtesy of Jaizen

We in the houuuuse!

2008-05-08T01:14:00.001-04:00

What up, TWENTY. SOMETHING.s? As you all may have read, the blog is going both ways. No homo. I mean 'both ways' in the sense that it's officially been infiltrated by a male. My homegirl asked me to contribute - so I had to.

I'll be throwing in my two cents every now and then. Check my first post - pitting women against sports. Ladies, please read. Let it put you on. You'll learn something new today.

Sweet Dream or Beautiful Nightmare

2008-04-28T23:53:00.003-04:00

(Play track while reading.)

Shawn. That one name encompasses every contradiction possible.

He makes me want to settle down and love one person -- him. Yet, the next day, he reminds me why I choose to be single. He can make me smile on days that bring tears, but then makes me cry when I just want to smile. He drives me crazy at times and knows exactly what buttons to push and when to push them. However, he always knows when to call and what to say to make me feel beautiful.

He's the one I fuck and make love to. We're two strong personalities that butt heads and are too stubborn to concede to the other... yet, we always end up back in each others' lives -- smitten.

It's as if we need each other in our lives. We let go to - to reattach. Lately, he's been on my mind a lot, and we've been seeing each other a lot lately too. Big mistake! Because now every thing's back in that 'weird' stage. Right now, I'm falling in love again. That's not supposed to happen. We ended things, but they always start up again.

But this time... it feels different. I love thinking about him. I love seeing him. I love hearing his voice. He's the perfect lullaby.

Man-izer?!

2008-04-28T23:47:00.002-04:00

Womanizer is openly defined as a charming man, a Don Juan or Casanova type personality, that wines and dines, charms the hell out of, and subsequently beds a woman - only to move on to the next the following day. Lady killer, tom cat, Lothario, and player are all synonymous with the term.

However, what is the term for the female version? Manizer just doesn't have the same ring.

HAPPINESSISNOWHERE

2008-04-28T23:40:00.002-04:00

You decide.

HAPPINESS IS...

Recoup/Ladies Night In

2008-04-28T23:37:00.001-04:00

I decided to get outta town for the weekend. NYC can be a bit much, esp. when I need a break. So, yes, I was on my amateur jet setter ish and flew my two piece down to Miami. I crashed with the BFF. Normally, I do a hotel, even with impromptu trips, but I was feeling lazy. So, I just BBMed the bestest with a quick 'I'm hitting South Beach this weekend - staying at your place.' An 'okay - see you when?' shortly followed.

Fast forward through airport security, first class flight, and passing out on the plane only to wake up in Miami... And we end up at Liv's apartment. I was exhausted. So, a nap quickly ensued, which was appropriately followed by Ladies Night In.

I had to update her on the status of the company and the bust business venture. The Shawn drama was the chaser story. (See post 'Sweet Dream or Beautiful Nightmare' for complete details.) That lasted longer than expected. Fortunately...

Mixed drinks + two weeks worth of gossip and secrets + homemade dinner = the perfect nightcap.

Without me, it's just aweso

2008-04-28T23:34:00.002-04:00

I am awesome.
Awesome I am.

Professional Disturbance

2008-04-28T23:33:00.000-04:00

My new term for annoying people.

The L Rule

2008-04-28T23:31:00.000-04:00

(Make an L with your thumb and pointer finger.)
The tall ones have little ones.
(Now flip it to look like a gun.)
And the short ones have long ones.

I don't believe.

100 POSTS!

2008-04-28T23:23:00.002-04:00

It'd be so much cooler if balloons and confetti fell from the ceiling and some random man with a toupee handed me a check for a million dollars.

Congrats to me, anyway!

Shit Happens

2008-04-26T18:58:00.002-04:00

Recently, I put an extensive amount of money, time, and effort into a particular company venture. I put my heart, soul, hope, and spirit into this venture. Unfortunately, it was a bust. It's nothing that would deter the future of the company, but it still sucks.

Everything's a learning process. And, trust, when it comes to this company, I'm learning every day. The 9 to 5 taught me how to be a fierce corporate ladder climber, but it didn't teach me how to shine in an one woman show. Every day, I'm learning what it means to be and what it takes to be an entrepreneur.

It's incredibly harder than the dictionary.com definition:

Entrepreneur (noun) -
A person who organizes and manages any enterprise, esp. a business, usually with considerable initiative and risk.

The "considerable initiative and risk" aspect is an understatement. The definition neglects to mention the blood, sweat, and tears that accompany sacrifice. It forgets to note the limitless time and energy that was, is, and will be dedicated. At the end of the day, I've given my all.

Some things work out. Some don't. Yet, I always remind myself of the standard I aim to achieve. Success is the bare minimum. For some, the sky is the limit. For me, the universe is.

Twenty-ish

2008-04-26T18:51:00.001-04:00

I realized my blog tends to lean towards readers of the female persuasion. I love men. So, I'd hate to cut out the gender that brings me much pleasure and joy. Thus, I've invited several of my closest male friends to contribute to the blog.

The blog's called TWENTY. SOMETHING. Not TWENTY. SOMETHING. FEMALE. I want the blog to encompass the twenty something, male and female experience.

What does it mean to be a TWENTY. SOMETHING.? Well now, I will have help from members of the male persuasion trying to answer that question too!

The things I'd do to him...

2008-04-18T00:23:00.002-04:00

New Shit, NEW SHIT!

2008-04-17T23:57:00.004-04:00

Within the next few days, I'll be dropping some ish I've been exclusively laced with. I've had the pleasure of meeting an incredibly talented, super dope, wicked crazy music artist. He dropped a track my way, and I will officially post it veryyy soon. It's definitely Twenty. Something. certified. I've also had the pleasure of checking one of his live shows, which he crushed.

Sooooooo... Long story short - stay tuned for more!

'I'd rather keep the trash and throw you out.'

2008-04-17T23:53:00.001-04:00

Update: Chelsea pulled a Miss Jackson and kicked Mr. Holding Hands to the curb. (Read previous post, '3SOME' for complete details.) Good for her. He needed to go. So, I thought the following track would be suiting:

I bet he thinks this post is about him.

Ummmm...

2008-04-17T23:51:00.005-04:00

Some people just don't know how to act. I attended a networking party tonight. Everyone's networking, enjoying cocktails, and acting professionally.

Until old girl - actually, I'm hoping she's really under 21 and sneaked herself in because that's the only excuse for her to be acting a fool at a professional (key word, professional) networking event, but I digress - gets up on the stage and starts dropping it like it's hot.

She straight up could have made any video chick extra salty because she was working it. Too bad she wasn't in a music video. I hope she was drunk because there was no excuse.

The Train

2008-04-17T23:45:00.000-04:00

I'm sitting on the train as I write this entry. A woman just got on and, as she prepared to sit, she nearly fell on me! And then, she had the nerve to not say 'sorry' or 'excuse me'. Okay, that'd be fine if that's where the story ended, but no...

She then proceeded to wiggle herself into a space she could barely fit into, bumping me periodically. And, of course, we all know she neglected to say a word.

Some people.

My mind is a maze.

2008-04-16T01:43:00.002-04:00

I'm pretty good at mazes, but couldn't get through this one. If you're bored at work or wanna waste time, try to get through this one.

More Randomness

2008-04-16T01:42:00.000-04:00

Totally Random

2008-04-16T00:15:00.000-04:00

If only it were that easy...

2008-04-15T02:19:00.003-04:00

(In reference to my previous post) Yea, there's a fine line between fantasy and reality. Depending on the day, I'm living a fantastic reality or a realistic fantasy.

Being my own boss is a little bit of both...

The Last Huraah

2008-04-15T02:18:00.000-04:00

I love the fact that the 9 to 5 is officially over. I love being my own boss. It's the new black. Setting my own hours, determining company policy, being every role wrapped into one is my new fetish. And I love it.

The 25th Hour

2008-04-15T02:17:00.001-04:00

According to scientific studies, the human body operates on a 25, not 24, hour cycle. Supposedly, this is the reason why human beings often feel tired and uneasy, yet feel that if there were one more hour in the day, all would be settled. Hence, the saying 'There aren't enough hours in the day.'

I do wonder, however, if there were actually 25 hours in the day, would we still wish for more?

3SOME

2008-04-11T15:40:00.003-04:00

The infamous three-some hit the streets of NYC the other night. Ladies' night was in full effect. The Fendi bag crew was geared with credit cards in hand and 4-inch stilettos underneath. The night took its usual progression from dinner and drinks to mindless gossip to drunken dancing and random hookups.

It only takes a sip from my passion fruit mojito to get my lips moving about the latest and greatest in my life, but my two girls were already going at it from the minute they stepped in the car. Two mojitos in and all three of us were dishing in on the night's big discussion: revenge.

My girl saw her long-term, yet undefined beau holding hands with another girl. He didn't see her, but she most definitely saw him... and her. She's not the type to cry or get upset and settle in with a pint of Ben & Jerry's Half Baked. She's the type to max out his credit card and then expose the dirty little secret that he doesn't know she knows (and this little secret is not one he wants out).

Sooooo... what to do? Unfortunately, she has the voices of good and evil whispering into her ear telling her conflicting things. There's me - the voice of reason. Move on. Success is the best revenge, anyways...

Then, there's my other girl. She's vengeful, but in a corporate takeover sort of way. She'll slowly infiltrate one's personal and professional contacts and make the wrong-doer appear incompetent. She'll use who and what she knows against the other person without ever directly coming in contact with the wrong doer.

Needless to say, I was on my own trying to convince her to ease out of the situation peacefully. I'm a lover, not a fighter. Unfortunately...

All I can say is that Mr. Holding Hands better watch his back.

Lovefool

2008-04-10T13:27:00.001-04:00

Just fabulous.

2008-04-09T01:58:00.001-04:00

Later that day, I got to thinking about relationships. There are those that open you up to something new and exotic, those that are old and familiar, those that bring up lots of questions, those that bring you somewhere unexpected, those that bring you far from where you started, and those that bring you back. But the most exciting, challenging and significant relationship of all is the one you have with yourself. And if you can find someone to love the you - you love - well, that's just fabulous.
Carrie, Sex and the City

Wait 'til I get my money right...

2008-04-09T01:50:00.001-04:00

diamond encrusted Benz > your whip

Nocturnal Insomniac

2008-04-09T01:37:00.003-04:00

(Sleep's overrated. I'll sleep when I'm dead.)

He loves me.

2008-04-09T01:33:00.002-04:00

He loves me not.
He loves me.
He loves me not.
He loves me.
He loves me not.
He loves me.
He needs to stop playing games!

$$$

2008-04-09T01:26:00.002-04:00

I realize that for someone that needs to be on a budget, I sure don't budget. I burn through money like Britney goes through frapps. I should be more reserved, but I'm not. I give myself the excuse - it's just money. Somehow, to the grace of God, there's always still money there. Whether I dish out for a pricey French dinner or the flyest Fuck Me pumps, I still have money. I'd have more if I didn't spoil myself... but then life would be boring.

Once you go Black...

2008-04-09T01:25:00.000-04:00

You never go back. Blackberry that is. I'm trying to convince my girl to upgrade from the Sidekick to a Blackberry. But she says she loves the flip. That's all? That's the main reason she keeps the Kick around? Upgrade. Please.

Do I know you?

2008-04-09T01:24:00.000-04:00

I love how people ignore one another. People can seriously walk by one another and act like they've never met, even though they know good and well that they have. Interesting.

Showtime

2008-04-09T01:22:00.000-04:00

Why must people break dance on the train? We all have our hustles, but flipping and rolling around on the train? It's too tight of an enclosed space. If I stick out my foot while Mr. Breakdancer is flipping up and down the aisle, someone's going down - and trust, it won't be me.

Keep that ish on the platform.

Buried alive.

2008-04-09T01:21:00.000-04:00

If you find yourself in a hole, stop digging.

Law 25

2008-04-08T03:09:00.001-04:00

RE-CREATE YOURSELF

Do not accept the roles society foists on you. Re-create yourself by forging a new identity, one that commands attention and never bores that audience. Be the master of your own image rather than letting others define it for you. Incorportate dramatic devices into your public gestures and actions - your power will be enhanced and your character will seem larger than life.

The 48 Laws of Power, Robert Greene

Fuck me pumps.

2008-04-08T03:00:00.003-04:00

I love Bey and the Freakum Dress anthem. When you put it on, it's an invitation... never gets old. But my girl put me on to an under appreciated Amy Winehouse song. Check the track. Fuck Me Pumps is my new Freakum Dress, and my shoe game is vicious.

(...actually, I'm just rocking the title. The lyrics are crazy dope, but not true story - for me, at least. Okay... well, at least some of the lyrics aren't true story.)

That's so 2000.

2008-04-08T02:56:00.001-04:00

Him: Word up... ignoring me again?

Me: Duuuuuude. Your bbm is fucked. I hit you and it never goes thru - and if you've hit me it isn't going thru, fyi. But anywayyy, what's the latest?! Miss you!

Him: Yeah, my messenger is a wrap!

Me: Damn homie. You can't fix it? We gotta do the txt thing now? Lol.

Him: Lol. Thas what it looks like. Or we could act like it's '00 and CALL each other!

It's sad that actual human contact and vocal conversation has been replaced with 101 ways to avoid personal human connection (i.e. text, BBM, MySpace, Facebook, AIM, ahhh - the list goes on...). It's so much easier to connect with a computer, I guess.

I refuse to get to this point.

2008-04-08T02:55:00.000-04:00

Let's try to alternate our blackout times so we can piece together our nights.

You may not respect me in the morning...

2008-04-08T02:49:00.003-04:00

but it'll be good while it lasted.

But I'm back and in action...

2008-04-08T02:47:00.001-04:00

So, time for a little career update.

Well, the 9 to 5 is officially winding down. It'll be kaput by this time next week. Finally. I feel like I can't really move into a new chapter of my life, until I close the previous one. As I finish those last few projects, return those last few phones calls, approve those last few documents, I ready myself to pursue the journey of a lifetime.

I'm still in shock that I'm actually starting my company. Excitement hasn't fully kicked in because I'm still tied to my j-o-b. It'll kick in eventually though.

I've basically been pulling an Obama - doing grassroots promotion for the company. Hitting up various industry events to establish and introduce the company. I spend my nights going one ten with the start up. Planning. Drafting. Re-writing. Tossing around ideas. And spend my days pretending to do work and absolutely exploiting Law 7. (For those of you that haven't experienced The 48 Laws of Power, Law 7 equals - Get others to do the work for you, but always take the credit.)

I will be hitting up an industry event tonight. I'll get to meet more artists and big wigs. Time to network, network, network. It's not what you know, but who you know. Yea, yea. Shake hands, rub shoulders.

Being sick sucks.

2008-04-08T02:43:00.002-04:00

Blogging's been slow aka non-existent. Sickness + exhaustion has set in. I'm feeling like Alexander and the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

I know.

2008-04-03T15:32:00.001-04:00

'You're crazy.'

2008-04-03T15:26:00.000-04:00

I am.
I hope I never regain sanity.
Sanity is what keeps people from making history.