Chronicles of a Real G

I came across this yesterday and the man made so much sense I had to post it up. He's basically speaking on the state of Hip Hop and how we must incur some much needed changes before it's totally ruined. He spoke of this fake gangster rappers are leading our children to believe that selling dope is the way to go or that instead of talking about how much money and jewelry they have they should try teaching something within their music. He even speaks on closeted homosexuals in hip hop. He says nothing's wrong with being gay - its a preference - but something is definitely wrong if your hiding it or you feel ashamed about what your doing. He talk about all kinds of stuff and he doesn't beat around the bush about it. "Get off the boo boo!" is what he says and I'm down with that! I've included the link below. If you love hip hop check it out...

http://www.trillsouth.com/blog/news/the-chronicles-of-pimp-c-ozone-magazine-official/

Fact Is Sometimes Fiction...

I tell all my non-New York friends that some how the time passes more swiftly in New York than in any city I've ever been in. The days pass like hours and before you know it a month of Sundays have gone by without you barely taking notice. The last time I wrote I'd just gotten back from home. And when I'd arrived I was overwhelmed with the feeling of ambitious energy. Meaning that I was somehow motivated on my last trip home to do more than what it is that I'm currently doing with myself here. I mean, here I am in the city of dreams and I'm not utilizing all that is at my doorstep. I was acting complacent when the truth was I was anything but. Do I like my job? Hell yes. Would I like to do this for the rest of my life? Hell no! (emphatically no!) I was actually having a conversation with Sal yesterday about how it seems that in working for monetary gain I've began disregarding my creative-self and I'm non too happy about this fact. For some reason I find doing what you love for a living very romantic in a worldly kind of way. And it's something that I want to do. And it's something I AM going to do.

My cousin who lives in Florida sent me some pics of his son, Lil' Brandon. Isn't he just the cutest Little people intrigue me. I find it rather interesting to know that one day they will turn old and take care of little people of their own. I guess it has something to do with the life cycle. It actually can seem pretty depressing. It's like this old gay guy told me once..."honey none 0f us are getting any younger." Ain't that the truth.

Have any of you guys seen the new version of Google. It's called Blackle and it's supposed to save energy by having a black screen as opposed to white. Not a bad idea, however, I like it because it black. Black is my favorite color by the way. Go check it out... www.blackle.com

My ex-boyfriend James came to New York this past weekend. I hadn't talked to him in months and i wasn't quite sure how I'd react to him. We met for a quick bite to eat at this really cool outside brasserie called Maison. Just like the old days, our conversation flowed like water. It made me remember how effortless things were between us at some point. We talked about music (he's working closely with Chamillionaire - Don't ask), Dallas, and about new opportunities in New York. I took him to one of my hotels and showed off a little bit. Letting him know that his girl isn't exactly running New York but that I do have some swagger and am certainly on my way. He said he was proud and joked my current boyfriend would have something to worry about if he took the job being offered. We both laughed at that for some reason. It's weird to because I never would have thought back then that we'd be living our lives completely separate at this point. It felt good sitting in his presence, reminiscing about the good old days and talking about our respective futures. We had drinks on the rooftop of the Dream Hotel and eventually said goodbye promising to keep in touch. We were supposed to link up again before he left but it didn't pan out. Oh well...

Liquid Salvation & Tiny Fags...

It's been a while and so much has transpired since my last sit down. Lets see. I went to Vegas for the weekend a couple weeks back. You know how Vegas is...Hot on many different levels. I'd met some freinds and associates there and we all stayed at the Mandalay Bay. They have this really cool man made beach that didn't do shit for me but was cool anyway. I spent the majority of my days there lounging by one of the quiter pools. It was no less than 110 degrees everyday I was there but I didn't really mind since I was at least out of the city for a few days. I went to a burlesque show while I was there at this club called forty-deuce and they served this water called Liquid Salvation. I thought the bottle was absolutely devine so I brought it back with me. This coupled with the tiny fags that a new friend of mine brought over from the UK were about the only things that made it back from Vegas. By the way, those tiny boxes get you a lot of attention. They're a great conversation starter and all the cuties kept walking up making small talk with the cigs as an ice breaker. I think I may keep the box and take them with me to bars around New York. It's sure to work here too. Thinking back on the trip I didn't really do a lot of anything. Sat by the pool by day and partied all night. And as for gambling, I left once my ass was up by $5. Hey, a win is a win. I also went to the Rum Jungle and danced my ass off. The dj's in that place know how to keep you moving. They even had a accompaning bongo guy adding to the boom and pop! I don't think I got in before 4am that night. Over all it was pretty good. The only thing that kinda annoyed me was that someone layed all of their feelings for me on the table and while I was breifly flatter it always sucks when you don't feel the same. I didn't want to lie but I didn't want to tell the truth either so I did what any one would do. I was vague. Seemed to work easily enough.


After returning from my three day weekend in Vegas I flew back to New York on Sunday for a project meeting first thing Monday morning and then flew home to Dallas on Tuesday afternoon. Home was hella good. I have to go back every couple of months to get some of that family love. Coincindentally, it makes me that much more hungrier when I return. It's as though I'm reminded why I moved to New York in the first place. Of course I saw my stinka butt who is growing so fast and is bad as hell. He's in that stage where the only thing he really like to say is "no" and "huh". Its kind of annoying. Actually very annoying but when you have a face as cute as the one above you can pretty much get away with anything. I got kinda bummed while I was home too. I think its because no one seems to be progressing the way I would like them to. They're pretty much all doing the same shit they was doing when I left. I mean I don't expect any significant changes but shit they were going to the same clubs we went to five years ago. I guess some shit just don't change. Independence day came and went. I had plenty of bar-b-que (my cousin kilt it on the grill), saw a few fire works and partied for most of my night there but was all to happy to go home. It seemed as if I'd been traveling for days on end. I even came back with a small treat for myself. Grape Swisher Sweet Cigarillos. These shits are good! They're kind of scratch and sniff. Once you unwrap them you can smell the grape everywhere.
You see that plastic bag. I missed my flight coming back to New York thinking it left at 7:50 when it really left at 7:05 so they wouldn't let me check my luggage and I had to fit all of my liquids into that tiny bag. Does anyone else think this band on liquids is getting out of control. I don't think terrorist will be bringing down a plane with my hair spritzer. I was mad as hell. That shit was $5. I had to fly into Newark which meant a $75 dollar taxi ride to the crib but I was so happy to be in my own house I didn't even care. Work has been a struggle every since too. For some reason I having a difficult time getting back to the real world. I'd much rather be rich and not have to work at all, spending my days laying out and my nights partying it up. Liquid salvation my ass...