So, pop culture is taking over the blog scene. I totally understand why but I prefer to follow someone who talks about real life experiences. I feel like I can get all the entertainment news from all the other websites don't flood the blogs with this nonsence. I don't know maybe I just don't care that rihanna is back with her ex cause I don't know why they broke up or how she struggled with getting back with him cause she was still having sex with CB. Now on the other hand if I knew that stuff I might be remotely interested. What about you? What do you think?
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Friday, August 19, 2011
watch the throne no limits
It's time to change:
I am now waiting for all my followers to ask me a question? The truth shall set you free is now the theme ask anything any I will promise to answer no question is off limits.
I am now waiting for all my followers to ask me a question? The truth shall set you free is now the theme ask anything any I will promise to answer no question is off limits.
Monday, March 7, 2011
Man-cation...
Black Bike Weekend...
"Yo Ray wait up man, make sure we have everything," Victor said as he trotted out of the hotel room. "I'm sure we have everything, plus if we don't get to the club soon they might not let us in for free." "Man you know we were the life of the party last night, that's why we get in free tonight!" Victor responded. "Oh, yeah man and good job hooking up with the club owner Tracey, she is fine as hell." "Yeah, you right she is fine as hell and who would have thought the owner of the club would be in the middle of the dance floor, cutting up dropping it like its hot, doing the splits...What was that one move she did? I think she called it the fresh leg. ha ha ha she reinvented the stanky leg." "Ay don't trip cause Ms. Dirty ain't no joke either." Raymond said. "Man, put your helmet on and lets get over to the club."
As they zoom through the city the lights on the Ferris wheel at the pavilion were the only things to light up the sky, the moon was cut into thirds by thin foggy clouds and the stars playing hide and seek. Raymond and Victor have been friends for more than ten years and have been riding their bikes together every year since they could ride, but this was their first year at black bike weekend, mainly because Victor was married and his wife was crazy, at least that's what Ray always said.
As they pulled up to the club Ray revved up the engine on his Hayabusa just to alert all the bystanders that the party had arrived to the club. Both of the lines to get into the club were stretched around each side the the building. It looked like black friday at Walmart. It really didn't matter to Vic and Ray, they never stood in line no matter what city, state, or country they were in, some how one of them knew a bouncer, DJ, or Owner. As the Dynamic Duo strutted past the crowd, the whispers started. "Who the hell they think they are? I've been standing in line for an hour and my feet hurt," one young woman exclaimed. Upon reaching the middle door the looks of disgust got worst. The crowd got more and more rowdy the longer Ray and Vic waited for the mirrored tinted doors to open. "Ay, Shawty those doors don't open, get ya asses to the back of the line," some guy yelled from the middle of the crowd. Not too long after that, all 7 foot 2 inches 390 pounds of Big J comes to the door and says "Tracey and Ms Dirty have been waiting on you two." The hallway that Big J led them down seemed to be mirrored on the outside because they noticed everyone primping themselves in it. "Ay! Yo Big J! Where the hell you taking us man?" Victor asked nervously. "Vic chill out Bruh, you company of Tracey, ya'll get the royal treatment." "Oh ok but last night we were in the club, tonight did we even enter the club?" "Ha ha ha," Big J laughed with a sinister tone. After like two lefts and three rights and a short elevator ride, the platinum elevator doors opened and there they sat, in the middle of a glass dance floor at a table that over looked all 5000 square feet of the club. "Yo Ray, did you see those whips and shit on the walls on the way up here?" Victor whispered in Ray's ear as they approached the table....
As they zoom through the city the lights on the Ferris wheel at the pavilion were the only things to light up the sky, the moon was cut into thirds by thin foggy clouds and the stars playing hide and seek. Raymond and Victor have been friends for more than ten years and have been riding their bikes together every year since they could ride, but this was their first year at black bike weekend, mainly because Victor was married and his wife was crazy, at least that's what Ray always said.
As they pulled up to the club Ray revved up the engine on his Hayabusa just to alert all the bystanders that the party had arrived to the club. Both of the lines to get into the club were stretched around each side the the building. It looked like black friday at Walmart. It really didn't matter to Vic and Ray, they never stood in line no matter what city, state, or country they were in, some how one of them knew a bouncer, DJ, or Owner. As the Dynamic Duo strutted past the crowd, the whispers started. "Who the hell they think they are? I've been standing in line for an hour and my feet hurt," one young woman exclaimed. Upon reaching the middle door the looks of disgust got worst. The crowd got more and more rowdy the longer Ray and Vic waited for the mirrored tinted doors to open. "Ay, Shawty those doors don't open, get ya asses to the back of the line," some guy yelled from the middle of the crowd. Not too long after that, all 7 foot 2 inches 390 pounds of Big J comes to the door and says "Tracey and Ms Dirty have been waiting on you two." The hallway that Big J led them down seemed to be mirrored on the outside because they noticed everyone primping themselves in it. "Ay! Yo Big J! Where the hell you taking us man?" Victor asked nervously. "Vic chill out Bruh, you company of Tracey, ya'll get the royal treatment." "Oh ok but last night we were in the club, tonight did we even enter the club?" "Ha ha ha," Big J laughed with a sinister tone. After like two lefts and three rights and a short elevator ride, the platinum elevator doors opened and there they sat, in the middle of a glass dance floor at a table that over looked all 5000 square feet of the club. "Yo Ray, did you see those whips and shit on the walls on the way up here?" Victor whispered in Ray's ear as they approached the table....
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Secrets
90.0 % of people have secrets and thats being generous its more like 99.9%. I was watching private practice and one of the doctors got raped and wont tell anybody around her whats going on and she's actually being a real asswhole towards everyone thats tried to reach out to her... i often wonder how people who keep secrets are so defensive?... and if its really the secret that makes them defensive or is it their conscious eating at them wanting them to release the pressure of their secret? I say its not ok to keep secrets but i also keep a lot of secrets because im a good friend who just listens i rarely give advice unless asked and thats the main reason i feel better releases secrets here...to... yall because i only have two followers on here who really know me.... i said all that to say this..Have you kept a secret or are you keeping a secret?
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