(Parental Discretion Advised)
I can't believe I'm in here. Well, finally, I guess, the Miami in me, has gotten the best of me. Didn't think that I would ever let that happen, but as I've learned living down here, u just never, ever know. Passing by bilboards with nothing but booty in ur face. Watching old MTV True Life episodes, I mean it's such an "in" thang to do. But urs truly...Naw...Never in a million years, I do everything tha natural way, but after earlier today...That's when it just hit me. Dude, u need some help. See, I was alright, well, not alright...See, my day began, waking up early this morning. And as I was leaving the Beach area, as I was on 5th street, right around Alton Road, I this like Hond-Hey pulled right next to my left on tha driver's side. I was like, "What tha fizzle (Cough, Cough) is that smell?" Evidently they were smoking so bootleg weed or something. Like I know what good weed smells like, don't ask, just believe me on this. But, this was horrrrible! Tha fumes like jumped on me like a demon, cuz I'm just not into that kind of stuff. I mean, the way my body is tuned up, any fowl smell can throw my whole engine off tune. So I'm at tha light, thinking, I gotta get outta here. Hold on, this girl just walked in here..With Salt and Pepper blond and black hair just as I like...wait a minute...
What's up?
'Hey.'
Tuesday, July 30, 2013
Sunday, July 28, 2013
Blinky.
Well, I didn't think this post was gonna get written. For a few reasons...One, I was gonna retire. The feeling of writing like, absolutely just left my body. I was having some kind of Quantum Leap experience, where I just felt like I had nothing else to say. I've said it all, giving our best, and to be honest, I've felt like there's a lot of absolutely genius stuff on this diary, yet I didn't feel like I've blown up like I wished I should have. Like if anybody were to look at some of these diaries...There are some classic posts, in ways I don't know if the Galaxy will ever see again. So that got me to thinking...I don't know if it's even worth "The Push" when I feel like I should be some kind of star, and just sitting on tha side waiting for my turn at the Fame wheel.
Monday, July 22, 2013
"Tha Best Day Ever."
(Huge Blow.)
Milk, milk, where's tha milk in this hear place? This woman got me shopping in this uppity supermarket. They didn't even have any lotto tickets in Customer Service. Whatever it's tha closest thing to home. How ya doin'?....Alright, here's tha diary section. They stopped making Smart Balance, so I gotta settle I guess...um-hum...Organic...No...I just am looking for something basic. Here we go...that'll do. Nothing like some good ol' 2%. Is it me, or are they some lookers up-in-here?!! Boy. It's like a South American Novela up in here. And this girl just flashed a smile, see that's how it's been...how it's always been in a way. Let me find the check-out line.
Milk, milk, where's tha milk in this hear place? This woman got me shopping in this uppity supermarket. They didn't even have any lotto tickets in Customer Service. Whatever it's tha closest thing to home. How ya doin'?....Alright, here's tha diary section. They stopped making Smart Balance, so I gotta settle I guess...um-hum...Organic...No...I just am looking for something basic. Here we go...that'll do. Nothing like some good ol' 2%. Is it me, or are they some lookers up-in-here?!! Boy. It's like a South American Novela up in here. And this girl just flashed a smile, see that's how it's been...how it's always been in a way. Let me find the check-out line.
Sunday, July 21, 2013
Funmate #000021, Part 2
Previously on The New Adventures of Austino Galaxia...
And now...The Conclusion of "Funmate #000021".
And now...The Conclusion of "Funmate #000021".
Saturday, July 20, 2013
Funmate #000021. Part 1.
(Viewer Discretion Advised)
("And Tiger Woods has just hit his tee shot into the weeds here on the 11th hole.")
Freakin'...I tell ya. He's ok, he's still in the hunt, and they got several more holes to go. You just want to be in a position to be close. That's all. Boy, how I realize that oh too well. Just to be close...Tell ya, you just never know how quickly life can change, u just never know. I figured that out ah...about 9 years ago. Some people may remember or may not that court case that changed the course of the Galaxy. It may not have been as big as Roe v. D. Wade, or The People v. Larry Flynt, or Charlie Brown v. The Board of Education, but still quietly has kept it had a major impact on not only my life, but the lives of others. I pleaded 100% guilty to that crime, which my lawyers told me not to do, but I couldn't go on living for a crime that I did commit. But with that confession, I ended up here...
Wednesday, July 17, 2013
A Mad, Sexy, Cool Gal.
Beginnings anew, in every way,
That's is what's surrounding our life.
All about positivity, and fun,
Eliminating all tha unnecessary strife.
Tonight is gonna take a life of its own,
Have no idea where this thang may lead.
Could be me talking about love and/or sex,
Or it may be me talking about tha lost heroism of Johnny Appleseed.
Nevertheless, we're gonna sit back, and watch,
And just like you enjoy this colorful ride.
Gonna write this like its our diary, for it is,
Just close our eyes, and let tha words...glide.
Tough to explain, but I feel something in tha air,
Almost like I'm being measured upon hard.
I feel like people are trying to out shine me or something,
Like to prove to me that I'm a piece of Cuban bread lard.
That's is what's surrounding our life.
All about positivity, and fun,
Eliminating all tha unnecessary strife.
Tonight is gonna take a life of its own,
Have no idea where this thang may lead.
Could be me talking about love and/or sex,
Or it may be me talking about tha lost heroism of Johnny Appleseed.
Nevertheless, we're gonna sit back, and watch,
And just like you enjoy this colorful ride.
Gonna write this like its our diary, for it is,
Just close our eyes, and let tha words...glide.
Tough to explain, but I feel something in tha air,
Almost like I'm being measured upon hard.
I feel like people are trying to out shine me or something,
Like to prove to me that I'm a piece of Cuban bread lard.
Tuesday, July 16, 2013
"Austino Warhol."
Welcome to The Next Stage in our diary...Whadda Think Huh?!! Huh?!!! Real quick, we decided to changed it up, as u should when u keep a diary, whether that's changing ur notebook or pen, or the people inside u continue to mention about. This is pure...Austino Galaxia. From the color scheme to the simplicity of the layout. I'm calling this version of our diary, "Austino Warhol". The look of Fun, but we're gonna just let the words speak for themselves. And they are gonna have a lot to say, because there are some fun things a brewing in our life, and we'll tell you about them, Good Lord willing, on...tomorrow.
Gotta go 4 tonight though. And we'll be back with more crazy stories in The New Adventures of Austino Galaxia. Our Archive of our old diaries is to your immediate right, (Or u can scroll down) if you want to get your laugh or cry on with some of our diary entries slash poems slash "scripts". As our life keeps getting more enticing so will this diary...
Hope ur ready!
Toodles!
Austino Galaxia.
Sunday, July 14, 2013
Room 734.
Here we go...
Where's this school's address? I got 2121 Central Avenue. That's 2127....you got 2125....this is a long block. Here's 2119 Central, wait a minute. Did I miss something? Let me put this car in reverse. It looks like it's about to rain out here. Ok, back it up, back it up. There's a 2121 Central Avenue. Some cars are out here, so this must be tha spot. Some really sick cars, I thought my ride was sexy. I don't know who's driving this new Jaguar F-Type, but I'm gonna have to find out. Seems like everybody is talking about that ride. Don't like parking my car on tha grass, people do weird things in tha grass. Throw gum in it, pull number 2's in it, graze in it if u know what I mean, with kness and bodies rolling around without any discretion. That's another story. Here's a spot, next to this Porsche Cayman. I really don't want to go in here. This is not tha place I should be visiting, but...expect the unexpected in life. Let me reach inside this glove compartment, to pull out these new Ray-Ban's I just bought. Don't want nobody to recognize me. Alright. It's showtime, I guess. This is so embarrassing. Open tha door, step out and...
(Gulk!)
Thursday, July 11, 2013
Bonus Post.
I have no idea why this thang...Anyway. Alright, tonight is a bonus post of sorts. We usually don't write on back-to-back days, but u never know what u're gonna get from us. So here we go...
Alrighty now...What to jot down on tonight...Hummm?
Somebody told me tha other day that I'm kind of mysterious I guess. Where do they get that I have no idea, I mean just because I love taken back routes on tha road, and love to come in through back doors doesn't make me...Let me repeat that for tha Ladies..."I love to come in through the back door." Oh, I hope Moms and Pops aren't gonna read this, cuz I'm starting to feel tha freakiness in tha air. No gimmicks, let's just be real about a few things.
Alrighty now...What to jot down on tonight...Hummm?
Somebody told me tha other day that I'm kind of mysterious I guess. Where do they get that I have no idea, I mean just because I love taken back routes on tha road, and love to come in through back doors doesn't make me...Let me repeat that for tha Ladies..."I love to come in through the back door." Oh, I hope Moms and Pops aren't gonna read this, cuz I'm starting to feel tha freakiness in tha air. No gimmicks, let's just be real about a few things.
Wednesday, July 10, 2013
Grand Opening.
Galaxian Note: Alright we're doing something different on tonight. This is more like a story. And it's long. (Sorry!) The usual notes on our daily life will return soon...if we're still writing, u never know. But tonight just getting this out there in a different tone. Thanx for all the love reading our stuff. And hey, tell somebody about our diary's website, if u likes. Something..."weird" is happening on here. We just want to share tha love and fun, that's all. Have a fun one!
Honk, Honk! Will these people hurry up,
This is supposed to be a very special occasion.
Been waiting to get into this place for years,
Done everything short of some groupie persuasion.
Honk, Honk! Will these people hurry up,
This is supposed to be a very special occasion.
Been waiting to get into this place for years,
Done everything short of some groupie persuasion.
Sunday, July 7, 2013
Austino or Austina?
The following is based on true events in my life recently...Once again...Parental Discretion is Advised.
(Click.)
I really can't believe that I'm doing this. I haven't done anything like this in a very long time. Like since I was working at that Modeling Agency up in Chicago, and this woman told me that she had a spot for me in her show. I remember my Pops looking at me like I was crazy, but whatever life is about firsts right. Now years later, I'm here in South Beach, in my bathroom about to I guess make myself look even more sexy. If that can be done. Just kidding. I really can't believe I'm doing this. Alright, so where's that Norelco. This thang is so good, I've used it all the time on my face but now...First let's take off my shirt, I got some hair on my chest. Interesting. Pierce Bronson style. Can I still bounce my pecs like The Rock? Still got a little jiggle I guess. Our workouts are different now, than before, yet...What I'm concerned about is right here in our Ab area, and around our belly button. It doesn't look too bad, but it needs a touch up. Usually I don't give a heeve ho about down there, even if I happen to be walking around the sands, like 'whatever' u know, but...
(zii-aaaaHHH! Z-AHHHH!)
Here goes nothing. Alright, so I'm gonna shave just this mid section area, and then see how it goes from there. Not gonna go and shave my chest...
(Z-AHHH! Z-AHHHH!!)
Just gonna do that area. And that'll be it. Wait, I need some music for this event.
(Click.)
Boy if folks could see me walking around with nuthin' but my Armani's on right now. Huh. I should post that on my Instagram. Everybody else has a body shot, I know I can hang better than most...Anyway, I just love Janet's Discipline album, let's start this party with some "Feedback". Ok, let me dash back in this bathroom.
(Z-AHHH! Z-AHHH!)
Alright...(Buz!....Buz!) Boy, this eletronic razor is pretty good. U don't even feel it. (Buz!...Buz!) Kool. (Click.) Now that's better. I'm becoming so vain, but u gotta feel good about urself right. U know. U look good. U feel good...Since we got our upper half looking right, how about our...Should We? This would be so embarrassing if folks knew what I did to look good. This is like taking Metrosexuality to a whole new level. Let me see...U know what. I think a lot of girls like their man's jewels to be on display on a clear package. So why not? (Click.) This is just between me, this mirror, and whichever girl I'm gonna do tha fool with...
(zi-aaaHHH! Z-AHHH!)
Time to drop the Italino's. (Buz!...Buz!) I can't believe I'm shaving down here. I remember back in tha day, my guy saying one word, and this girl got her Brazilian wax on without a second thought. I may not go all the way but...Start on this right side. (Buz!...Buz!.....Buz!) I can't believe how much hair in falling....(Buz!...Buz!) No way I can write about this secret event. Kind of feels tingly though...Alright, now underneath...(Buz!) Watch it....(Buz!)...And now to back over to my left sid...
(Zi....Zi...ziii....)
Oh no! Please say this ain't happening.
(Click? Click?)
Don't tell me that my razor has ran out of power?!! NOOOOO! I'm such a perfectionist, with things like this Joe Dimaggio, there's no way I'm going to be out with just one side of my hot dog bun filled with sesame seeds while the other side is smooth as a baby's bottom. Talking about embarrassing...I mean, I would have to do everything one sided...Shave only one side of my beard....Only make right turns as I drive///Wearing Madonna's black striped socks on only one of my arms...Oh man!
(Zi-aHHH! Z-Ahhh.)
This stinks. I'll just have to wait and let it charge up some.
(So much betta/I'm for you/So, So much betta I'm for you/Tired of being number two/I can do what she can't do)
Oh boy...this is the summation of my life. Waiting...and waiting some more. Gets old. "Tired of being number two, I can do what she can't do", I love this song. Dude, I just wonder if I'm becoming too much like...a girl. I'm up here shaving my body, always talking about love and stuff. I'm still a gangsta guy through and through, and believe u me, I'm totally in touch with my sexuality. Been around so many sexy girls, I guess some of their habits are bound to rub off on me. U get to know...females.
(Zi-aHHH! Z-Ahhhh.)
This is gonna be awhile. Guess we'll wait it out. My homegurl Lauren, the other day told me I should write about what if I was a girl. Since we mention quite a bit that if I was a girl, I'll be something else...Huh. I don't think I can get to my computer since I got so much hair in my underwear right now. I'm still a rookie to this shaving thang I guess. Let me just think about that. If I were a girl...
If I were a girl...Huh.
Ain't that some kind of thought.
Just tha mentioning of it is interesting,
Like a Title Nine well fought.
If I were a girl...how to begin,
There's a lot of thought in my mind u see.
I can feel parts of my body popping out right now,
This sudden change is becoming so scary to see.
Pop! What just happened,
My face, my lips, what's going on.
Our eyes once had the fire of a warrior,
Now they have turned into those of a fawn.
All these curves now, Oh boy,
Seemingly they can go on for days.
They might come in good use on tha beach,
Or at the club, I have my ways.
I'm so freakin' hot! I know it.
But how come I feel so alone.
Starting to feel like being the most beautiful ain't fair,
I'll do anything to hear a ring from my phone.
Whatever...Can't worry about these other girls,
Been through tha game since I was Eight.
Guys giving me things I didn't ask for,
Still recall Andy giving me HIS entire birthday cake!
Or that one teacher, who didn't believe in me,
As I sat attentively dead in tha front.
He just thought that beauty and brains simply don't mix,
Being Homecoming Queen and Valley Vic must have been a fixed stunt.
There's so much I have going on in my life,
Just can for once somebody cater 2 me.
Been a few weeks since I've been on a real date,
Whenever guys learn I'm kinda smart, they all flee.
Look at this face, I'm so attractive,
But I wonder if I should get my nose done.
My girlfriend got hers did the other week,
In Columbia, and she even brought home some boy toy fun.
Men, just don't know how easy they got it,
They can just pull down their pants and have their bust down.
I used to dream about being a bust it baby with a baller,
Tell you what, get a STD, and all u will do is cry and frown.
Then my family is so in tune to my whole life,
Who am I dating or when am I gonna have a child.
"U're getting up there honey."...like I don't know,
Yeah, I still am hot sauce, just have a little mix of mild.
Oh, how I'm so hungry right now,
What I would do to have a Chulapa from Taco Bell.
Here in Miami, that would be career ending,
Guys saying how I once was top shelf...now the mighty have fell.
So much...so much going on,
Also considering about all this college stuff too.
Want to go back and get my Master's,
Since my family's falling apart I must be that glue.
My Mom needs my care,
While brothers and sisters need my listening ear.
It's as if, I don't have any problems of my own,
The closet still holds that Maggy London that I've yet to wear.
That's why I party so much, just because,
I need like 3 hours to just plain and simply get away.
Party at LIV, Mansion or even at Nikki Beach,
Story is my fav on the weekends, no matter what they say.
Going out with tha few friends I do have,
When they fly in from out of town, look out below.
We liven up everywhere we go, believe u me,
Forget TV, where the real life Golden Girls show.
Sometimes I just wonder, how all this happened,
And I'm not even gonna talk about that last guy.
Saw him in the library looking all studious,
Matter of fact I had to make the first move...'Hi.'
He then told me, mysteriously, what he did,
The places he would soon air travel.
Shoulda known right there it was too good to be true,
I even changed my ringtone to the sound of The Undertaker's gravel.
Yours truly ended the relationship,
This guy just wouldn't take no for an answer.
He was so Fast and Furious 2 have me as his own,
Lusting and Lusting like I was some Mitsubishi Lancer.
Now I'm so careful to who I even kiss,
Let alone who I show my Ta-ta's for.
Speaking of which, I wonder if I should get them bigger,
I like mine, but I'll always have a stop in plastic surgery's door.
Is that all guys think about anyway?
Breasts, Booty, and Sex?
What happened to real guys who knows a real gal?,
U don't ever hear voices anymore...only texts.
'Show me a picture of you', for what,
So that u can brag to ur boys that u got a catch.
How about u send a picture of me to you, that's better,
See if ur 6 pack and my lips would be a perfect match.
I'm such a freek, such a freek,
Yet as a lady I have to hold it in.
Can't show all my cards at one time,
Although that Preacher in church makes me so want to sin.
How come a guy can be so open about his needs,
But if a girl states tha same, she gets socially disowned.
Spring Breaks, nights after the Office Party, of course,
I'm a just a Queen-in-training, shouldn't I still be entitled to tha throne?
Whatever, that's why I workout so hard,
Cuz all these standards to live up too, just make me puke.
People think I'm overdoing the physical,
Not!! I still get invites from parties thrown by Uncle Luke.
Just tha pressures to be this perfect woman is a lot,
Being on tha clock, feels like a gig with tha Mob.
Dealing with new accounts, dealing with upset customers,
All this wasn't in the description of this supposed to be seasonal job.
"THIS AIN'T EASY!" Gosh..."Leave me Alone.",
I just want 20 minutes to relax with this tea and book.
No questions, no worries about what to wear tonight,
No People En Espanol stating how my age should look.
Yet, as I'm reading, I wonder,
Should I go out tonight, or stay in and have some wine?
Me with nothing but quiet for the night,
Thinking that would do me so fine.
Let me go to tha fridge, looka here at this calendar,
I guess, two weeks is the magical date.
It'll be that time of the month again,
'Whoopee...as if I can only wait."
My moods are gonna change, my patience will get shorter,
For a few days I'll be just a B-I-T..u know tha rest.
It's amazing that all tha hot guys come around that time,
Why don't they hover around when I'm at my best.
Open this thang up...Nope!
The Freezer...Great some leftover Blue Bell cream.
Find a spoon, it's just me anyway,
I'll take another one out just in case out pops my manly dream.
Cycling class in the morning, with a Yoga one at night,
These calories I'll have time to work off ever so fast.
Need a moment, I just hope I don't pimple up,
Tuesday I got a photo shoot revolving around 'Summer School Class.'
Where's my laptop? I need it right now,
My phone's going off, who cares, they can wait.
If it's important, then they will leave a message,
Tonight, my schedule is clear and I'm having a "Me Date".
Let me type in...a-u-s-t-i-n-o...
I should have bookmarked this site a long time ago.
My girlfriend told me of this guy who keeps an online diary,
She said it's something like u've never seen, so enjoy the show.
Fun and Love. I can dig that.
Let me see, another story about a girl slipping through his hands.
He shoulda known by the clues she was giving him,
And now he's complaining he's not in tha game, but in tha stands.
See...See...that's why guys are messed up,
Us women give them every sign they would ever need.
Stares across the bar, Touching their arm in the slightest ways,
Brushing our body against theirs is the ultimate flirtatious deed.
They keep on missing it...and missing it,
Then run to that girl who can barely even tie her own shoe.
Keep running over to those tricks,
When there are so many acrobat moves that I can do.
Doesn't make sense at all, really doesn't,
Maybe I'm meant to be like this forever.
Perhaps I'm a lady who's ahead or before her time,
Dating everywhere is for the slutty and not the cleaver.
Unless...I just be me. U know.
And let whatever happens simply be.
Dress how I want to dress, be sultry whenever I feel like it,
Get that tattoo of that Post honeycomb next to that Cheerios bee.
I'm a real woman, despite my age,
The world gravitates to me and others alike.
My presence in a room can turn heads,
The voice of my soul is loud, I mean, who needs a mic?
In some ways, us women are all similar,
Just the complexities have made us all differ.
Some of us are businesswomen, great teachers,
Others are athletes or pros at holding the Swiffer.
From now on I'm gonna use who I am to my advantage,
Not just be a sex object or a trophy to show to all.
I'm just more than a pretty face u see,
More than just a cosmetic doll working at the mall.
The most special creature alive,
Who knows the power of her brain and her bush.
I'm 100% woman, and if if u don't like what u see,
U can simply...Kiss my toosh.
(zi-aHHHH!...Z-AHHH!...Z-AHHH!)
Oh man. (Click!) I must have dosed off again. (Yawn!) To be a woman, that would be something. I guess tha world will never know what kind of things would go through my mind if I was a girl.
I have a strange feeling though that someday... The Galaxy will.
Austina.
(Click.)
I really can't believe that I'm doing this. I haven't done anything like this in a very long time. Like since I was working at that Modeling Agency up in Chicago, and this woman told me that she had a spot for me in her show. I remember my Pops looking at me like I was crazy, but whatever life is about firsts right. Now years later, I'm here in South Beach, in my bathroom about to I guess make myself look even more sexy. If that can be done. Just kidding. I really can't believe I'm doing this. Alright, so where's that Norelco. This thang is so good, I've used it all the time on my face but now...First let's take off my shirt, I got some hair on my chest. Interesting. Pierce Bronson style. Can I still bounce my pecs like The Rock? Still got a little jiggle I guess. Our workouts are different now, than before, yet...What I'm concerned about is right here in our Ab area, and around our belly button. It doesn't look too bad, but it needs a touch up. Usually I don't give a heeve ho about down there, even if I happen to be walking around the sands, like 'whatever' u know, but...
(zii-aaaaHHH! Z-AHHHH!)
Here goes nothing. Alright, so I'm gonna shave just this mid section area, and then see how it goes from there. Not gonna go and shave my chest...
(Z-AHHH! Z-AHHHH!!)
Just gonna do that area. And that'll be it. Wait, I need some music for this event.
(Click.)
Boy if folks could see me walking around with nuthin' but my Armani's on right now. Huh. I should post that on my Instagram. Everybody else has a body shot, I know I can hang better than most...Anyway, I just love Janet's Discipline album, let's start this party with some "Feedback". Ok, let me dash back in this bathroom.
(Z-AHHH! Z-AHHH!)
Alright...(Buz!....Buz!) Boy, this eletronic razor is pretty good. U don't even feel it. (Buz!...Buz!) Kool. (Click.) Now that's better. I'm becoming so vain, but u gotta feel good about urself right. U know. U look good. U feel good...Since we got our upper half looking right, how about our...Should We? This would be so embarrassing if folks knew what I did to look good. This is like taking Metrosexuality to a whole new level. Let me see...U know what. I think a lot of girls like their man's jewels to be on display on a clear package. So why not? (Click.) This is just between me, this mirror, and whichever girl I'm gonna do tha fool with...
(zi-aaaHHH! Z-AHHH!)
Time to drop the Italino's. (Buz!...Buz!) I can't believe I'm shaving down here. I remember back in tha day, my guy saying one word, and this girl got her Brazilian wax on without a second thought. I may not go all the way but...Start on this right side. (Buz!...Buz!.....Buz!) I can't believe how much hair in falling....(Buz!...Buz!) No way I can write about this secret event. Kind of feels tingly though...Alright, now underneath...(Buz!) Watch it....(Buz!)...And now to back over to my left sid...
(Zi....Zi...ziii....)
Oh no! Please say this ain't happening.
(Click? Click?)
Don't tell me that my razor has ran out of power?!! NOOOOO! I'm such a perfectionist, with things like this Joe Dimaggio, there's no way I'm going to be out with just one side of my hot dog bun filled with sesame seeds while the other side is smooth as a baby's bottom. Talking about embarrassing...I mean, I would have to do everything one sided...Shave only one side of my beard....Only make right turns as I drive///Wearing Madonna's black striped socks on only one of my arms...Oh man!
(Zi-aHHH! Z-Ahhh.)
This stinks. I'll just have to wait and let it charge up some.
(So much betta/I'm for you/So, So much betta I'm for you/Tired of being number two/I can do what she can't do)
Oh boy...this is the summation of my life. Waiting...and waiting some more. Gets old. "Tired of being number two, I can do what she can't do", I love this song. Dude, I just wonder if I'm becoming too much like...a girl. I'm up here shaving my body, always talking about love and stuff. I'm still a gangsta guy through and through, and believe u me, I'm totally in touch with my sexuality. Been around so many sexy girls, I guess some of their habits are bound to rub off on me. U get to know...females.
(Zi-aHHH! Z-Ahhhh.)
This is gonna be awhile. Guess we'll wait it out. My homegurl Lauren, the other day told me I should write about what if I was a girl. Since we mention quite a bit that if I was a girl, I'll be something else...Huh. I don't think I can get to my computer since I got so much hair in my underwear right now. I'm still a rookie to this shaving thang I guess. Let me just think about that. If I were a girl...
If I were a girl...Huh.
Ain't that some kind of thought.
Just tha mentioning of it is interesting,
Like a Title Nine well fought.
If I were a girl...how to begin,
There's a lot of thought in my mind u see.
I can feel parts of my body popping out right now,
This sudden change is becoming so scary to see.
Pop! What just happened,
My face, my lips, what's going on.
Our eyes once had the fire of a warrior,
Now they have turned into those of a fawn.
All these curves now, Oh boy,
Seemingly they can go on for days.
They might come in good use on tha beach,
Or at the club, I have my ways.
I'm so freakin' hot! I know it.
But how come I feel so alone.
Starting to feel like being the most beautiful ain't fair,
I'll do anything to hear a ring from my phone.
Whatever...Can't worry about these other girls,
Been through tha game since I was Eight.
Guys giving me things I didn't ask for,
Still recall Andy giving me HIS entire birthday cake!
Or that one teacher, who didn't believe in me,
As I sat attentively dead in tha front.
He just thought that beauty and brains simply don't mix,
Being Homecoming Queen and Valley Vic must have been a fixed stunt.
There's so much I have going on in my life,
Just can for once somebody cater 2 me.
Been a few weeks since I've been on a real date,
Whenever guys learn I'm kinda smart, they all flee.
Look at this face, I'm so attractive,
But I wonder if I should get my nose done.
My girlfriend got hers did the other week,
In Columbia, and she even brought home some boy toy fun.
Men, just don't know how easy they got it,
They can just pull down their pants and have their bust down.
I used to dream about being a bust it baby with a baller,
Tell you what, get a STD, and all u will do is cry and frown.
Then my family is so in tune to my whole life,
Who am I dating or when am I gonna have a child.
"U're getting up there honey."...like I don't know,
Yeah, I still am hot sauce, just have a little mix of mild.
Oh, how I'm so hungry right now,
What I would do to have a Chulapa from Taco Bell.
Here in Miami, that would be career ending,
Guys saying how I once was top shelf...now the mighty have fell.
So much...so much going on,
Also considering about all this college stuff too.
Want to go back and get my Master's,
Since my family's falling apart I must be that glue.
My Mom needs my care,
While brothers and sisters need my listening ear.
It's as if, I don't have any problems of my own,
The closet still holds that Maggy London that I've yet to wear.
That's why I party so much, just because,
I need like 3 hours to just plain and simply get away.
Party at LIV, Mansion or even at Nikki Beach,
Story is my fav on the weekends, no matter what they say.
Going out with tha few friends I do have,
When they fly in from out of town, look out below.
We liven up everywhere we go, believe u me,
Forget TV, where the real life Golden Girls show.
Sometimes I just wonder, how all this happened,
And I'm not even gonna talk about that last guy.
Saw him in the library looking all studious,
Matter of fact I had to make the first move...'Hi.'
He then told me, mysteriously, what he did,
The places he would soon air travel.
Shoulda known right there it was too good to be true,
I even changed my ringtone to the sound of The Undertaker's gravel.
Yours truly ended the relationship,
This guy just wouldn't take no for an answer.
He was so Fast and Furious 2 have me as his own,
Lusting and Lusting like I was some Mitsubishi Lancer.
Now I'm so careful to who I even kiss,
Let alone who I show my Ta-ta's for.
Speaking of which, I wonder if I should get them bigger,
I like mine, but I'll always have a stop in plastic surgery's door.
Is that all guys think about anyway?
Breasts, Booty, and Sex?
What happened to real guys who knows a real gal?,
U don't ever hear voices anymore...only texts.
'Show me a picture of you', for what,
So that u can brag to ur boys that u got a catch.
How about u send a picture of me to you, that's better,
See if ur 6 pack and my lips would be a perfect match.
I'm such a freek, such a freek,
Yet as a lady I have to hold it in.
Can't show all my cards at one time,
Although that Preacher in church makes me so want to sin.
How come a guy can be so open about his needs,
But if a girl states tha same, she gets socially disowned.
Spring Breaks, nights after the Office Party, of course,
I'm a just a Queen-in-training, shouldn't I still be entitled to tha throne?
Whatever, that's why I workout so hard,
Cuz all these standards to live up too, just make me puke.
People think I'm overdoing the physical,
Not!! I still get invites from parties thrown by Uncle Luke.
Just tha pressures to be this perfect woman is a lot,
Being on tha clock, feels like a gig with tha Mob.
Dealing with new accounts, dealing with upset customers,
All this wasn't in the description of this supposed to be seasonal job.
"THIS AIN'T EASY!" Gosh..."Leave me Alone.",
I just want 20 minutes to relax with this tea and book.
No questions, no worries about what to wear tonight,
No People En Espanol stating how my age should look.
Yet, as I'm reading, I wonder,
Should I go out tonight, or stay in and have some wine?
Me with nothing but quiet for the night,
Thinking that would do me so fine.
Let me go to tha fridge, looka here at this calendar,
I guess, two weeks is the magical date.
It'll be that time of the month again,
'Whoopee...as if I can only wait."
My moods are gonna change, my patience will get shorter,
For a few days I'll be just a B-I-T..u know tha rest.
It's amazing that all tha hot guys come around that time,
Why don't they hover around when I'm at my best.
Open this thang up...Nope!
The Freezer...Great some leftover Blue Bell cream.
Find a spoon, it's just me anyway,
I'll take another one out just in case out pops my manly dream.
Cycling class in the morning, with a Yoga one at night,
These calories I'll have time to work off ever so fast.
Need a moment, I just hope I don't pimple up,
Tuesday I got a photo shoot revolving around 'Summer School Class.'
Where's my laptop? I need it right now,
My phone's going off, who cares, they can wait.
If it's important, then they will leave a message,
Tonight, my schedule is clear and I'm having a "Me Date".
Let me type in...a-u-s-t-i-n-o...
I should have bookmarked this site a long time ago.
My girlfriend told me of this guy who keeps an online diary,
She said it's something like u've never seen, so enjoy the show.
Fun and Love. I can dig that.
Let me see, another story about a girl slipping through his hands.
He shoulda known by the clues she was giving him,
And now he's complaining he's not in tha game, but in tha stands.
See...See...that's why guys are messed up,
Us women give them every sign they would ever need.
Stares across the bar, Touching their arm in the slightest ways,
Brushing our body against theirs is the ultimate flirtatious deed.
They keep on missing it...and missing it,
Then run to that girl who can barely even tie her own shoe.
Keep running over to those tricks,
When there are so many acrobat moves that I can do.
Doesn't make sense at all, really doesn't,
Maybe I'm meant to be like this forever.
Perhaps I'm a lady who's ahead or before her time,
Dating everywhere is for the slutty and not the cleaver.
Unless...I just be me. U know.
And let whatever happens simply be.
Dress how I want to dress, be sultry whenever I feel like it,
Get that tattoo of that Post honeycomb next to that Cheerios bee.
I'm a real woman, despite my age,
The world gravitates to me and others alike.
My presence in a room can turn heads,
The voice of my soul is loud, I mean, who needs a mic?
In some ways, us women are all similar,
Just the complexities have made us all differ.
Some of us are businesswomen, great teachers,
Others are athletes or pros at holding the Swiffer.
From now on I'm gonna use who I am to my advantage,
Not just be a sex object or a trophy to show to all.
I'm just more than a pretty face u see,
More than just a cosmetic doll working at the mall.
The most special creature alive,
Who knows the power of her brain and her bush.
I'm 100% woman, and if if u don't like what u see,
U can simply...Kiss my toosh.
(zi-aHHHH!...Z-AHHH!...Z-AHHH!)
Oh man. (Click!) I must have dosed off again. (Yawn!) To be a woman, that would be something. I guess tha world will never know what kind of things would go through my mind if I was a girl.
I have a strange feeling though that someday... The Galaxy will.
Austina.
Thursday, July 4, 2013
Bones.
(Parental Discretion Advised)
My best.
(Huge Sigh.)
What else can we right about tonight,
I mean what else can truly be said.
Our diary is getting redundant I know,
But somebody's soul seemingly needs to be feed.
Today I think we're gonna crank it up a notch,
Why not since this is supposedly Independence Day.
Tired of just laying low without putting on a show,
Like Sinatra and Usher...I'm gonna do it "My Way."
Earlier on this Fourth, I did something different,
Something years before I wouldn't have done.
I looked back at some of our previous entries,
All these diary posts of unlimited fun.
This life of ours has been quite a ride,
One that I hope one day would look upon with a smile.
A lifestyle that isn't always so queaky clean,
Lately, I've needed a lifetime supply of Dial.
It's part of tha journey though, it's how u grow,
Like going from Double A to tha Major League light.
U're gonna get tested, gonna have to look within,
Yet u still gotta..."Go...Win...Fight!"
Thinking about those cheerleaders from USC right there,
No disrespect to my UM dolls, but they still leave me a little frozen.
That's why whenever I think about pulling out "Tha Grand Daddy of them all",
Especially at the club, my head thinks...'I wish I had My Trojan!'
Oh yeah! We on our "A" game tonight,
So buckle up, cuz we're gonna do this like tha days of past.
Yeah, we can get all philosophical like I'm a Greek,
Tonight though I want us all to have a blast.
Like how we were in 2011 or 2012,
Or before I met that girl with tha pretty feet.
Grab a cold one, or a hot one,
Read this Indian style on the floor of that Barnes and Noble seat.
Tha dream is now realized, I hope this is all fun,
For tha goal is for at least 5 minutes think this is tha best.
No more talking, no more bragging,
Just gonna let these words separate us from the rest.
Some stuff has been on our mind a little bit,
Just go with tha flow, cuz I must speak.
Don't ever, ever forget this IS A DIARY,
These things have been on our mind...all week.
For instance, in my life and in others I simply wonder,
Is there a double standard between a guy and a girl?
Like if guy bags a few girls, he's such a ladies' man,
But if a girl bags several guys then everybody's toes then curl?
Like, this one girl I know is mad cool and sexy,
Hearing through the air that's she's been a little freak.
Yet, I'm having to deal with should I go in like 2 Chains,
Or think it's only the angels with the halo's that I seek.
If my guys have sex, and I shouldn't be saying all this,
Multiple times with different girls, we're still homies for life.
Now that a girl, that I kind of admire, gets it in from the female side,
I'm wondering if I have to call up Bollywood to get my wife.
Even for myself, this is a new one,
Which on today, I'm more adapt to be honest you see..
I'm learning that tha past is tha past, ya understand,
The only thing that matters is tha mask and whip she uses on me.
Tha past...Tha past...Huh. Wow.
Could that be tha goal of this poem of the July noche.
Should I get into that topic, and embrass myself some more,
That would be so criminal like Gabbana & Dolce.
Go in, is what I'm feeling, so we must,
Today is a new beginning...at last.
U might hate me for even trying to write on this,
It's time to leave all those ghosts of Freaky past.
All of us have histories, my brotha,
If you don't, ur's just simply is a page blank.
I mean, homeboy I saw you stand up that girl two nights ago,
Saying u were busy, when u were really out with Frank.
My life has evolved to such,
Where truthfully I don't give a hoot about ur last flings.
Only thing that I'm concerned with is if u are clean,
If u are, u'll sign my contract of cleanliness...Go ahead it's a one time thing.
Who u've slept with, or who was your high school sweetheart,
Or who u've Katy Perry kissed last summer, past stuff.
I mean, girl if u tell me that u've been with a girl,
My only question would be if her boobs were Silicone or full of fluff?
I say that cuz we can put somebody's reputation before the person,
Basing our opinion on what happen before u met.
Somebody will say, "but a leopard doesn't change spots",
Alright, but what if a leopard once wild, now only wants to be pet.
Rumors, and the false concoctions, good or bad,
Are all mirrors that prevent Love from simply flowing.
How can you really grow as a person, and open up,
When ur are criticizing without actually knowing.
So many have I seen in our days,
And I've thought this person is so ultra sweet.
Then I've walked in on tha same doll,with her hair all every which a way,
Shaking my head like, "I always knew she was a freak."
Which I don't have a problem with, and neither do you,
The problem lies when somebody doesn't admit tha truth.
Like somebody cheating, and lying they are faithful,
When they have a change of clothes inside the corner phone booth.
Guess tonight is just a cleansing of sorts,
Since I am like a single guy in tha land of beauty.
Miami is a town who doesn't open up as easily as I wished,
I see ur body, but the opening of ur mouth proves that ur a cutey.
Promise some other girls and guys feel tha same way I do,
I mean, being hot in South Beach isn't like something new.
This is tha trendiest of neighborhoods, perhaps in the world,
I might flip out if another guy has a mohawk 'do.
But when physical beauty is so apparent,
Guess what u have to do something that stands out.
Become a conversation starter, or a good listener,
Do something more than stand in tha corner and pout.
There's this other girl, I simply know of,
Who in passing I've just said a simple this or that.
The other day, I tried to open her up like a Tiffany box,
All my efforts just when down like a Wile E. Coyote splat.
Just because a guy or girl asks u a question,
Doesn't mean that he wants to know if ur panties are camouflage.
They just want to get to know you or stimulate a good convo,
If I wanted u, I'll tell u straight up...I got this Groupon deal for tha Econo Lodge.
That's what excites me, and others as well,
Cuz sooner or later, u need more than just looks and sex.
Can u continue to climb when things get tough,
Or do u find Family Dollar ur Shopper's Apex?
There's another level, there always is,
Been prepared for what lies ahead.
I thought I've seen all the finest girls that I would ever meet,
Many of which I wanted to nail in my broken Ikea bed.
What I'm learning though, is it takes more than looks,
Even though they are nice, to get this kid's glow.
When everybody is beautiful in their own way,
I have to look for subtle signs, or how would I know.
A person's history is one thing, I'm trying to eliminate,
Like Hedi Klum does beauties on Project Runway.
That's a good example, really, now that I think of it,
Separating the ultra cream of de cream from tha everyday.
When I meet somebody, I want who they are that moment,
And then I might proceed to do my FBI check.
I rather be honest with that person, instead of using hating sources,
That's like playing a game of Poker without shuffling tha deck.
One thing I've learned, and I'm almost done,
Is people aren't really honest if they want you for themselves.
I've yet to meet somebody who will be honest with real info,
If they aren't dreaming of us two meeting under Mistletoe bells.
They may be out there, I've just yet to meet one,
You might as well ask me how do I know?
Cuz if I'm single, and a guy asks me about a girl I like,
I probably say, she's a flirt, and carries around a red light to make her dough.
It's just natural, when u see something or somebody u like,
To have a solo eye on them like CBS.
But if u take 60 Minutes to really know them,
U may learn, it's not me, but my BFF who "fits" them best.
This poem is long, I know, but I want to make a point,
Especially when my life begins a new.
A lot of my past is written in this diary,
Now we're gonna let it write itself, that's tha best thing to do.
From first-person perspective, I gotta be real,
I can't let what happen in tha past affect my future friends.
Or lovers...Or wife...Or whatever u may call them,
Or perhaps, "Galaxia's Love Dividends".
That's what I'm trying to say, just because a person did some things,
Doesn't mean that they haven't change for the better.
Yeah, they might have been in threesome before,
Even on a VHS screaming out, "Nobody's done it better."
How you two connect, that's all that matters,
Cuz if you two can handle each other, then that's mad fine.
What I'm going through is teaching me the year on tha bottle doesn't matter,
The only fact that matters is that ur actually enjoying tha wine.
Forgive me for being so honest this evening,
I just have a feeling that others feel me on this issue at hand.
Let's just start this relationship or friendship from scratch,
And not use a pail to dig up old bones in tha sand.
From here on out, when it comes to my love life,
We are gonna be at our Zenith and nothing less.
Just because other guys worry about who u've done,
The only thought in our mind is how ur wearing that dress.
Somebody may think, u're gonna get thinking this way,
Eh...I don't think accepting a person 'as is', is such a sin.
I'm tired of just going through these same mundane feelings,
When I've survived crazy episodes...Now my feen is to win.
This is my new way of thinking, and my thanks go out,
To this one girl who taught me more than she'll ever knows.
Teaching me to accept her for her, and not just rumors or past screws,
Or even if she had something stuck in her nose.
She taught me that, the next level Galaxia is this one,
Get to know people for urself, and then u can think.
Have a convo, share some laughs,
Even take a sit or sip, and let it all sink.
Once u realize who they are,
Then proceed if necessary knowing what u learned.
Others my criticize you, may tell you to leave them alone,
U have to have a clean slate though for love to yearn.
This is how I do things, how I date...
My life is now ready more than ever.
The ultimate fun is now upon us,
It takes hard lessons to make u better.
That's it, that's all I have for tonight,
Whoever reads this can think what they may.
Just know if u wanna be with me, I'm solely looking on tha present moment,
Hoping that our 'right now' will be so much better..
Than any skeletons of yesterday.
Austin Galaxia.
My best.
(Huge Sigh.)
What else can we right about tonight,
I mean what else can truly be said.
Our diary is getting redundant I know,
But somebody's soul seemingly needs to be feed.
Today I think we're gonna crank it up a notch,
Why not since this is supposedly Independence Day.
Tired of just laying low without putting on a show,
Like Sinatra and Usher...I'm gonna do it "My Way."
Earlier on this Fourth, I did something different,
Something years before I wouldn't have done.
I looked back at some of our previous entries,
All these diary posts of unlimited fun.
This life of ours has been quite a ride,
One that I hope one day would look upon with a smile.
A lifestyle that isn't always so queaky clean,
Lately, I've needed a lifetime supply of Dial.
It's part of tha journey though, it's how u grow,
Like going from Double A to tha Major League light.
U're gonna get tested, gonna have to look within,
Yet u still gotta..."Go...Win...Fight!"
Thinking about those cheerleaders from USC right there,
No disrespect to my UM dolls, but they still leave me a little frozen.
That's why whenever I think about pulling out "Tha Grand Daddy of them all",
Especially at the club, my head thinks...'I wish I had My Trojan!'
Oh yeah! We on our "A" game tonight,
So buckle up, cuz we're gonna do this like tha days of past.
Yeah, we can get all philosophical like I'm a Greek,
Tonight though I want us all to have a blast.
Like how we were in 2011 or 2012,
Or before I met that girl with tha pretty feet.
Grab a cold one, or a hot one,
Read this Indian style on the floor of that Barnes and Noble seat.
Tha dream is now realized, I hope this is all fun,
For tha goal is for at least 5 minutes think this is tha best.
No more talking, no more bragging,
Just gonna let these words separate us from the rest.
Some stuff has been on our mind a little bit,
Just go with tha flow, cuz I must speak.
Don't ever, ever forget this IS A DIARY,
These things have been on our mind...all week.
For instance, in my life and in others I simply wonder,
Is there a double standard between a guy and a girl?
Like if guy bags a few girls, he's such a ladies' man,
But if a girl bags several guys then everybody's toes then curl?
Like, this one girl I know is mad cool and sexy,
Hearing through the air that's she's been a little freak.
Yet, I'm having to deal with should I go in like 2 Chains,
Or think it's only the angels with the halo's that I seek.
If my guys have sex, and I shouldn't be saying all this,
Multiple times with different girls, we're still homies for life.
Now that a girl, that I kind of admire, gets it in from the female side,
I'm wondering if I have to call up Bollywood to get my wife.
Even for myself, this is a new one,
Which on today, I'm more adapt to be honest you see..
I'm learning that tha past is tha past, ya understand,
The only thing that matters is tha mask and whip she uses on me.
Tha past...Tha past...Huh. Wow.
Could that be tha goal of this poem of the July noche.
Should I get into that topic, and embrass myself some more,
That would be so criminal like Gabbana & Dolce.
Go in, is what I'm feeling, so we must,
Today is a new beginning...at last.
U might hate me for even trying to write on this,
It's time to leave all those ghosts of Freaky past.
All of us have histories, my brotha,
If you don't, ur's just simply is a page blank.
I mean, homeboy I saw you stand up that girl two nights ago,
Saying u were busy, when u were really out with Frank.
My life has evolved to such,
Where truthfully I don't give a hoot about ur last flings.
Only thing that I'm concerned with is if u are clean,
If u are, u'll sign my contract of cleanliness...Go ahead it's a one time thing.
Who u've slept with, or who was your high school sweetheart,
Or who u've Katy Perry kissed last summer, past stuff.
I mean, girl if u tell me that u've been with a girl,
My only question would be if her boobs were Silicone or full of fluff?
I say that cuz we can put somebody's reputation before the person,
Basing our opinion on what happen before u met.
Somebody will say, "but a leopard doesn't change spots",
Alright, but what if a leopard once wild, now only wants to be pet.
Rumors, and the false concoctions, good or bad,
Are all mirrors that prevent Love from simply flowing.
How can you really grow as a person, and open up,
When ur are criticizing without actually knowing.
So many have I seen in our days,
And I've thought this person is so ultra sweet.
Then I've walked in on tha same doll,with her hair all every which a way,
Shaking my head like, "I always knew she was a freak."
Which I don't have a problem with, and neither do you,
The problem lies when somebody doesn't admit tha truth.
Like somebody cheating, and lying they are faithful,
When they have a change of clothes inside the corner phone booth.
Guess tonight is just a cleansing of sorts,
Since I am like a single guy in tha land of beauty.
Miami is a town who doesn't open up as easily as I wished,
I see ur body, but the opening of ur mouth proves that ur a cutey.
Promise some other girls and guys feel tha same way I do,
I mean, being hot in South Beach isn't like something new.
This is tha trendiest of neighborhoods, perhaps in the world,
I might flip out if another guy has a mohawk 'do.
But when physical beauty is so apparent,
Guess what u have to do something that stands out.
Become a conversation starter, or a good listener,
Do something more than stand in tha corner and pout.
There's this other girl, I simply know of,
Who in passing I've just said a simple this or that.
The other day, I tried to open her up like a Tiffany box,
All my efforts just when down like a Wile E. Coyote splat.
Just because a guy or girl asks u a question,
Doesn't mean that he wants to know if ur panties are camouflage.
They just want to get to know you or stimulate a good convo,
If I wanted u, I'll tell u straight up...I got this Groupon deal for tha Econo Lodge.
That's what excites me, and others as well,
Cuz sooner or later, u need more than just looks and sex.
Can u continue to climb when things get tough,
Or do u find Family Dollar ur Shopper's Apex?
There's another level, there always is,
Been prepared for what lies ahead.
I thought I've seen all the finest girls that I would ever meet,
Many of which I wanted to nail in my broken Ikea bed.
What I'm learning though, is it takes more than looks,
Even though they are nice, to get this kid's glow.
When everybody is beautiful in their own way,
I have to look for subtle signs, or how would I know.
A person's history is one thing, I'm trying to eliminate,
Like Hedi Klum does beauties on Project Runway.
That's a good example, really, now that I think of it,
Separating the ultra cream of de cream from tha everyday.
When I meet somebody, I want who they are that moment,
And then I might proceed to do my FBI check.
I rather be honest with that person, instead of using hating sources,
That's like playing a game of Poker without shuffling tha deck.
One thing I've learned, and I'm almost done,
Is people aren't really honest if they want you for themselves.
I've yet to meet somebody who will be honest with real info,
If they aren't dreaming of us two meeting under Mistletoe bells.
They may be out there, I've just yet to meet one,
You might as well ask me how do I know?
Cuz if I'm single, and a guy asks me about a girl I like,
I probably say, she's a flirt, and carries around a red light to make her dough.
It's just natural, when u see something or somebody u like,
To have a solo eye on them like CBS.
But if u take 60 Minutes to really know them,
U may learn, it's not me, but my BFF who "fits" them best.
This poem is long, I know, but I want to make a point,
Especially when my life begins a new.
A lot of my past is written in this diary,
Now we're gonna let it write itself, that's tha best thing to do.
From first-person perspective, I gotta be real,
I can't let what happen in tha past affect my future friends.
Or lovers...Or wife...Or whatever u may call them,
Or perhaps, "Galaxia's Love Dividends".
That's what I'm trying to say, just because a person did some things,
Doesn't mean that they haven't change for the better.
Yeah, they might have been in threesome before,
Even on a VHS screaming out, "Nobody's done it better."
How you two connect, that's all that matters,
Cuz if you two can handle each other, then that's mad fine.
What I'm going through is teaching me the year on tha bottle doesn't matter,
The only fact that matters is that ur actually enjoying tha wine.
Forgive me for being so honest this evening,
I just have a feeling that others feel me on this issue at hand.
Let's just start this relationship or friendship from scratch,
And not use a pail to dig up old bones in tha sand.
From here on out, when it comes to my love life,
We are gonna be at our Zenith and nothing less.
Just because other guys worry about who u've done,
The only thought in our mind is how ur wearing that dress.
Somebody may think, u're gonna get thinking this way,
Eh...I don't think accepting a person 'as is', is such a sin.
I'm tired of just going through these same mundane feelings,
When I've survived crazy episodes...Now my feen is to win.
This is my new way of thinking, and my thanks go out,
To this one girl who taught me more than she'll ever knows.
Teaching me to accept her for her, and not just rumors or past screws,
Or even if she had something stuck in her nose.
She taught me that, the next level Galaxia is this one,
Get to know people for urself, and then u can think.
Have a convo, share some laughs,
Even take a sit or sip, and let it all sink.
Once u realize who they are,
Then proceed if necessary knowing what u learned.
Others my criticize you, may tell you to leave them alone,
U have to have a clean slate though for love to yearn.
This is how I do things, how I date...
My life is now ready more than ever.
The ultimate fun is now upon us,
It takes hard lessons to make u better.
That's it, that's all I have for tonight,
Whoever reads this can think what they may.
Just know if u wanna be with me, I'm solely looking on tha present moment,
Hoping that our 'right now' will be so much better..
Than any skeletons of yesterday.
Austin Galaxia.
Tuesday, July 2, 2013
"Are U Down With O.T.W.?"
Wow! This Jaime Foxx interview with Oprah is so good. Him talking about love and...
Naw...I can't do that one.
Huh.
These folks down here in Miami...Uggh...Today I wished I could've not dealt with anybody especially...
Nope! Sounds too degrading...
Being a leader is something that's so easier said than to do...and right now I'm going through some serious training in beco...
Nobody wants to hear about my responsibilities when I already have a dream life...
I'm stuck. I don't know what to write about...I don't know.
Oh well...I guess I should just close up this Sony Vaio and just let tonight be.
Unless...
Should we do it just for old times sake. We talk too much about Fun...and Love...and sometimes Sex...What if I just spoke or wrote without anything holding me back. I mean for one night, just let it all go. We write from our heart a lot, really too much, but what if u got me to tha nth degree...Or instead of me, what if u got...
(Whistle...Whistle)
We taping this right now. Alright. Well, Hello, you have no idea who I am, by tha look on your face. And that's fine...that's quite alright. Perhaps I'll introduce myself later...or perhaps I won't. But somehow and someway, I've let you into my house. This is something that I don't or won't ever do again, but...for this occasion, I feel like it's necessary. See I've been secretly working on a project. Nobody knows what I've been doing. Not my kid...Not my wife...Not my girlfriend. Shhh...U're never too old to hit an home run! (Wink!) But I'm just a man of age now, and I thought I had nothing to live for anymore. I've already become one of the most unknown yet known people in the world. Some people hear from me when they're young, while others, not so. Lately, I've been in tha background a lot. This world, I tell ya, I wonder if anybody is worth me stopping by to introduce myself. I usually come when people least expect to hear from me, some look out every day for my arrival, while others just happen to be around when I'm in tha area. Well, who am I? Not yet, my friend...not yet.
Although, I've been around tha rodeo a time or two, that doesn't stop people for trying to figure me out. Putting me in formulas...Or trying so hard to control their life, as if that's the alluring factor it's gonna take for my arrival. Ha! If only they knew...When that happens I like to toy around and delay, just so that they realize that I can't be bought or forced to move. I may not move as fast as I once did, and I may have to have a walking cane, but I can still get to where I need to be. Which is why u are following me with that dumb camera right now. I tell you when I visited Thomas Edison and gave him the go ahead with tha light bulb, I had no idea, it would come back to haunt me. GET THAT THANG OUTTA MY FACE YOU BAFONE!
(Ziiipp!)
Now that's better. Follow me, we're gonna go upstairs to my attic. And bring ur stupid camera, but keep tha light off. U hear me Sonny?! Good. Bear with me...Ah...Ah...This hip surgery several years ago really...They can take my marrow, but they can't take my soul. Alright...Just help me with tha first step...Alright, I'm good. I got my cane, so I should be fine. Let me see...
Left foot. Plant.
Ah...Right foot. Plant.
Left foot...C'mon baby....Plant.
Right foot. Plant.
Just a few more...
Left foot. Plant.
Right...foot. Ouch. Plant.
Help me Son...Left...foot. Almost there...Plant.
Help me with my right leg...No, No! Don't pick it up...just....help...
(Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Splat!)
Now look what you did, you done made my Jordan shoe fall all tha way back down. Now I have to act like that guy from tha...tha...tha...who was that country kid who shot tha three pointer with one shoe on, in tha Finals this year? ("Mike Miller.") Yeah...Yeah...Now I have to Nicole Miller it...("Mike! Mike!") Huh. ("His name is Mike.") Well that's what I said. Anyways, just push me up would ya, before my bunion bursts on these hea steps.
Right foot. Plant.
We there. Now...might as well take off my other shoe. Would u do the honors? ("I'm here to take video, and now I'm taking off this geezer's shoe.") Excuse Me, did you say something shorty, huh?! Boy, if you only knew me back in tha day. When I had my running buddy, Ooh Wee, I woulda done knocked u into next year! Or perhaps even last year! I can do that ya know. Yeah, me and my partner, we used to fight, and put people in their place. All this stuff you see on that...what's that talk show they be fighting on? ("Maury") No, the other one...("Jerry Springer")...No, tha one with the pretty Spanish woman with the short blond hair...("Cristina.") Yeah, those fights that break out on Christina Aguilera's show, is nothing to how me and my partner used to knock teeth out. He used to dress all proper, and stuff, so we nicknamed him "Prep" cuz he dressed all preppy and stuff. Smart guy, but he could throw them fists. You put us two together and boy...u got something.
So let me go to this dresser...'Knock, Knock, Knock'. This is some good wood. This is where I keep tha info. All these binders, and appointments that I must keep or my boss will be on me faster than an Army Wife at the airport. Timing is everything in regards to my life. A missed flight here, or just me showing up a minute late would throw my whole purpose off. But just like my good friend Cupid, I decided to take a serious, and Son, I do mean serious, break. It's like I'm not appreciated anymore. People think that they can do everything by themselves. I talked to my friend "Prep" the other day about this very thang, and he agreed. These jabroni's nowadays think they have Success all in the palm of their hand. I felt one day they are gonna need me, they will. That time is now, but I only show up for the selected few. Look at these notes...I mean, people think I just show up out of tha blue, but as you can see, I carefully study who I'm gonna help. I study people for years. Alright Son, I need for you to cut off tha camera for what I'm gonna show u next. (Click.) Thanks.
Here is where I keep some of the...Ah...Heavy hitters in history. See it's not just pure coincedence when some people hit it big. I watch those who hang in there, who don't give up, and who are willing to pay their dues. Once I look at their notebooks, and files of all they have to go through before I show up, then and only the..("U keep track of everybody?") I used to. Not so much anymore. See, in life Son, there is a process. Certain trials....Certain relationships...U have to go through something before you get to me. See, I'm like that guy in tha back of tha disco club who...("What's Disco?") Say Whahh? Two words, Son...Gloria Gaynor. One time at 54th Studio in The City, I wanted for Liza Minnelli all night because I wanted to give her a play that I thought she was worthy off, but she never came out. I think she was hanging with Andy Warhol all night. ("Who?") Oh my Goodness, what do you kids do for fun, nowadays. Don't you dance, or draw or do you all just play with your Slinky all night? ("What's a Slink..") Hush! Just hope you guys make it, knock on wood, ('Knock, Knock, Knock!), cuz I think u might need my help sooner than u think.
Let me take a sit over here on this Sofa Chair. Thank goodness, I had the chance to meet Edwin Shoemaker, he saved me and a who lotta people's lives. Pass me my IPad over there. ("IPad??") Yes, I gave Steve Jobs the opening for developing it, so he in return sent me a free Limited Edition version. I'm still kind of foreign to operating this thang, so I don't have my flies all on here. Matter of fact there is only one person, listed on here. Steve, knew of my decade or so long quest or investigation, so I told him to Pre-Program it with only one person in mind. The reason that you're here I presume. ('Beep-Beep') Oh, Darn, that's my 2-Way pager, can you pass it over to me Son. What does this say?...
'Thanx 4 tha Ironman Script. Never woulda dreamed. I needed it. RDJr.'
Huh. He deserved it. Here take this, Kid.
("Wow, Sir. U have a lot of old messages in here. Let's see...'SI cover. U rock! Thanks. Tyra.'...'Thinking about "She Bangs" for tomorrow's audition, wht do u think?...William Hung'.....'I'm gonna announce and make it official, but I still need you. Barack.'...'Can u really have a show about nothing? I believe, but can u talk to Larry? Jerry S.'....'I needed 2007 more than u think. U took my life to a whole new level. Thanx my Alien friend. Lil Weezy.' It's like u were in tha middle of everybody's life.)
I am. I am. Austino Galaxia. Born on October 30th...Huh. I just noticed that his birth year is blank. ("Sir, he considers himself to be ageless.") Ageless?...Who does he consider himself to be Ponce De Leon? Ageless my...("Well, Sir he did write in his diary once that he was like Ponce De La Galaxia or something.") From now on just run tha film, and shut ur trap! I know what he wrote...Let's see....Central School...Edgewood School...Perfect Attendance...Yada Yada Yada...Spent embarrassing day in In-House...Ah...Not recognized for being Preseason Honorable Mention All-State in basketball...Check...What else?...Doesn't attend Prom...Alright...Gets into car accident with his Geo Metro week of graduation...Gets another Chevy Metro...That alone is worth two checks, let's see...Son, pass me that glass of Tang would you.
Scrolling down...Walks into Ford Modeling Agency, literally, but "not hiring" is tha word of tha day...Ah...William Morris sends second rejection letter in the mail...Gives last dime to homeless...Don't know if I woulda done that but...Check...Attends all his partner's weddings, before has serious girl...Check...Sexy European stylist blows him off for Janet Jackson concert...Alright, that's enough. So this is tha reason why u're here. I guess this is some kind of me coming out of retirement, one last time. It's amazing how many of us, feel its worth visiting this guy. 'Prep' told me the old fella Casanova was over at his place tha other day, which is wild cuz I thought he was dead. Now it's my turn. Let me put on a tie for this event..
("Sir, how do I get you to meet or help me?")
Well, Son, I don't do it as much as I used to, I mean, just show up to people's home. I'm more selective, but if I could say one thing to guarantee my visit. That would be, to be patient...Let every thang flow, like don't look for me, I'll come when I'll come. Some people think they can "make" me. That's controversial, but I think the best time I arrive is unexpected. That could be at a party, or in class or wherever. U never know. I usually appear specifically to people who are busy. Not just sitting still. Some may have one plan for their life, but sometimes when I roll up with my papers in hand, all that goes out tha window. From there it's there choice to "Take it or leave it." For those who have toiled years on in, I have even something more special for them, because they have learned the toughest lessons in regards to jobs, or money, fame or even love. Those people receive my ultra-proposal. The best I got. How does my tie look? ("Great!") Good. Let's go...Oh, before I go, there's one more thang. See, I haven't done this in awhile, and this may be my last time, I want to do something special for this Galaxia guy.
("Well, how do you usually go about it?")
The last several years, I kind of just appeared or happened. But he's big-time, so he wants...it's almost like when a guy proposes to his fiancee...He has to get down on one knee. I know he's been expecting me, recently he's taken this "Zen" philosophy of letting life happen, and I guess it's worked. How about I do something I haven't done in awhile...Only a few have heard me do this. Mandela. Charles Schulz...to name a few.
("How about u actually introduce urself? U've never done that either?)
Alright. Let me see if I still have tha sound down...
"Knock!Knock!Knock!"
("Go Slower.")
"Knock..Knock..Knock!"
("Perfect. And introduce urself.")
But...
("Come on...I'll even let u do a trial run on camera. Put ur all into it.")
Alright...Just like we used to do..
"Knock...Knock...Knock"...Hello, Sir Galaxia, you don't...Cut it, I can't do this...
("Just think he's been waiting all his life to hear from you. U can do it.")
(Huge Sigh.)
"Knock...Knock...Knock." What's going on Austino Galaxia. I've been following you for some time now, and have seen many of the ups and down's in ur life. I believe now is the perfect time for us to meet. I just wanted to give you this small scroll of paper, in it holds the key to ur future. U can choose to accept it, or you can choose not to. Either way, I feel like you have endured the tests of time, and now is the time to reveal urself to not only the rest of the world, but the rest of the Galaxy as well. Your best days are now upon you and my friend 'Prep' says that u are now ready. Do not run with it, but hold on to it, and share with others, for it's all yours in the name of your now friends...Fun and Love. Thank you and have a nice day..."
("Psst...Pssst...And....And...")
And What? (Whispering)
("You forgot to introduce urself...")
Oh...By the way...my friends call me "O.T. Dubs"....but for you, and only you would I let call me by my full given name...
Mr. Opera Twounity Willnock.
("And....Cut.")
A.Galaxia.
Bye with Kisses!
Naw...I can't do that one.
Huh.
These folks down here in Miami...Uggh...Today I wished I could've not dealt with anybody especially...
Nope! Sounds too degrading...
Being a leader is something that's so easier said than to do...and right now I'm going through some serious training in beco...
Nobody wants to hear about my responsibilities when I already have a dream life...
I'm stuck. I don't know what to write about...I don't know.
Oh well...I guess I should just close up this Sony Vaio and just let tonight be.
Unless...
Should we do it just for old times sake. We talk too much about Fun...and Love...and sometimes Sex...What if I just spoke or wrote without anything holding me back. I mean for one night, just let it all go. We write from our heart a lot, really too much, but what if u got me to tha nth degree...Or instead of me, what if u got...
(Whistle...Whistle)
We taping this right now. Alright. Well, Hello, you have no idea who I am, by tha look on your face. And that's fine...that's quite alright. Perhaps I'll introduce myself later...or perhaps I won't. But somehow and someway, I've let you into my house. This is something that I don't or won't ever do again, but...for this occasion, I feel like it's necessary. See I've been secretly working on a project. Nobody knows what I've been doing. Not my kid...Not my wife...Not my girlfriend. Shhh...U're never too old to hit an home run! (Wink!) But I'm just a man of age now, and I thought I had nothing to live for anymore. I've already become one of the most unknown yet known people in the world. Some people hear from me when they're young, while others, not so. Lately, I've been in tha background a lot. This world, I tell ya, I wonder if anybody is worth me stopping by to introduce myself. I usually come when people least expect to hear from me, some look out every day for my arrival, while others just happen to be around when I'm in tha area. Well, who am I? Not yet, my friend...not yet.
Although, I've been around tha rodeo a time or two, that doesn't stop people for trying to figure me out. Putting me in formulas...Or trying so hard to control their life, as if that's the alluring factor it's gonna take for my arrival. Ha! If only they knew...When that happens I like to toy around and delay, just so that they realize that I can't be bought or forced to move. I may not move as fast as I once did, and I may have to have a walking cane, but I can still get to where I need to be. Which is why u are following me with that dumb camera right now. I tell you when I visited Thomas Edison and gave him the go ahead with tha light bulb, I had no idea, it would come back to haunt me. GET THAT THANG OUTTA MY FACE YOU BAFONE!
(Ziiipp!)
Now that's better. Follow me, we're gonna go upstairs to my attic. And bring ur stupid camera, but keep tha light off. U hear me Sonny?! Good. Bear with me...Ah...Ah...This hip surgery several years ago really...They can take my marrow, but they can't take my soul. Alright...Just help me with tha first step...Alright, I'm good. I got my cane, so I should be fine. Let me see...
Left foot. Plant.
Ah...Right foot. Plant.
Left foot...C'mon baby....Plant.
Right foot. Plant.
Just a few more...
Left foot. Plant.
Right...foot. Ouch. Plant.
Help me Son...Left...foot. Almost there...Plant.
Help me with my right leg...No, No! Don't pick it up...just....help...
(Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Splat!)
Now look what you did, you done made my Jordan shoe fall all tha way back down. Now I have to act like that guy from tha...tha...tha...who was that country kid who shot tha three pointer with one shoe on, in tha Finals this year? ("Mike Miller.") Yeah...Yeah...Now I have to Nicole Miller it...("Mike! Mike!") Huh. ("His name is Mike.") Well that's what I said. Anyways, just push me up would ya, before my bunion bursts on these hea steps.
Right foot. Plant.
We there. Now...might as well take off my other shoe. Would u do the honors? ("I'm here to take video, and now I'm taking off this geezer's shoe.") Excuse Me, did you say something shorty, huh?! Boy, if you only knew me back in tha day. When I had my running buddy, Ooh Wee, I woulda done knocked u into next year! Or perhaps even last year! I can do that ya know. Yeah, me and my partner, we used to fight, and put people in their place. All this stuff you see on that...what's that talk show they be fighting on? ("Maury") No, the other one...("Jerry Springer")...No, tha one with the pretty Spanish woman with the short blond hair...("Cristina.") Yeah, those fights that break out on Christina Aguilera's show, is nothing to how me and my partner used to knock teeth out. He used to dress all proper, and stuff, so we nicknamed him "Prep" cuz he dressed all preppy and stuff. Smart guy, but he could throw them fists. You put us two together and boy...u got something.
So let me go to this dresser...'Knock, Knock, Knock'. This is some good wood. This is where I keep tha info. All these binders, and appointments that I must keep or my boss will be on me faster than an Army Wife at the airport. Timing is everything in regards to my life. A missed flight here, or just me showing up a minute late would throw my whole purpose off. But just like my good friend Cupid, I decided to take a serious, and Son, I do mean serious, break. It's like I'm not appreciated anymore. People think that they can do everything by themselves. I talked to my friend "Prep" the other day about this very thang, and he agreed. These jabroni's nowadays think they have Success all in the palm of their hand. I felt one day they are gonna need me, they will. That time is now, but I only show up for the selected few. Look at these notes...I mean, people think I just show up out of tha blue, but as you can see, I carefully study who I'm gonna help. I study people for years. Alright Son, I need for you to cut off tha camera for what I'm gonna show u next. (Click.) Thanks.
Here is where I keep some of the...Ah...Heavy hitters in history. See it's not just pure coincedence when some people hit it big. I watch those who hang in there, who don't give up, and who are willing to pay their dues. Once I look at their notebooks, and files of all they have to go through before I show up, then and only the..("U keep track of everybody?") I used to. Not so much anymore. See, in life Son, there is a process. Certain trials....Certain relationships...U have to go through something before you get to me. See, I'm like that guy in tha back of tha disco club who...("What's Disco?") Say Whahh? Two words, Son...Gloria Gaynor. One time at 54th Studio in The City, I wanted for Liza Minnelli all night because I wanted to give her a play that I thought she was worthy off, but she never came out. I think she was hanging with Andy Warhol all night. ("Who?") Oh my Goodness, what do you kids do for fun, nowadays. Don't you dance, or draw or do you all just play with your Slinky all night? ("What's a Slink..") Hush! Just hope you guys make it, knock on wood, ('Knock, Knock, Knock!), cuz I think u might need my help sooner than u think.
Let me take a sit over here on this Sofa Chair. Thank goodness, I had the chance to meet Edwin Shoemaker, he saved me and a who lotta people's lives. Pass me my IPad over there. ("IPad??") Yes, I gave Steve Jobs the opening for developing it, so he in return sent me a free Limited Edition version. I'm still kind of foreign to operating this thang, so I don't have my flies all on here. Matter of fact there is only one person, listed on here. Steve, knew of my decade or so long quest or investigation, so I told him to Pre-Program it with only one person in mind. The reason that you're here I presume. ('Beep-Beep') Oh, Darn, that's my 2-Way pager, can you pass it over to me Son. What does this say?...
'Thanx 4 tha Ironman Script. Never woulda dreamed. I needed it. RDJr.'
Huh. He deserved it. Here take this, Kid.
("Wow, Sir. U have a lot of old messages in here. Let's see...'SI cover. U rock! Thanks. Tyra.'...'Thinking about "She Bangs" for tomorrow's audition, wht do u think?...William Hung'.....'I'm gonna announce and make it official, but I still need you. Barack.'...'Can u really have a show about nothing? I believe, but can u talk to Larry? Jerry S.'....'I needed 2007 more than u think. U took my life to a whole new level. Thanx my Alien friend. Lil Weezy.' It's like u were in tha middle of everybody's life.)
I am. I am. Austino Galaxia. Born on October 30th...Huh. I just noticed that his birth year is blank. ("Sir, he considers himself to be ageless.") Ageless?...Who does he consider himself to be Ponce De Leon? Ageless my...("Well, Sir he did write in his diary once that he was like Ponce De La Galaxia or something.") From now on just run tha film, and shut ur trap! I know what he wrote...Let's see....Central School...Edgewood School...Perfect Attendance...Yada Yada Yada...Spent embarrassing day in In-House...Ah...Not recognized for being Preseason Honorable Mention All-State in basketball...Check...What else?...Doesn't attend Prom...Alright...Gets into car accident with his Geo Metro week of graduation...Gets another Chevy Metro...That alone is worth two checks, let's see...Son, pass me that glass of Tang would you.
Scrolling down...Walks into Ford Modeling Agency, literally, but "not hiring" is tha word of tha day...Ah...William Morris sends second rejection letter in the mail...Gives last dime to homeless...Don't know if I woulda done that but...Check...Attends all his partner's weddings, before has serious girl...Check...Sexy European stylist blows him off for Janet Jackson concert...Alright, that's enough. So this is tha reason why u're here. I guess this is some kind of me coming out of retirement, one last time. It's amazing how many of us, feel its worth visiting this guy. 'Prep' told me the old fella Casanova was over at his place tha other day, which is wild cuz I thought he was dead. Now it's my turn. Let me put on a tie for this event..
("Sir, how do I get you to meet or help me?")
Well, Son, I don't do it as much as I used to, I mean, just show up to people's home. I'm more selective, but if I could say one thing to guarantee my visit. That would be, to be patient...Let every thang flow, like don't look for me, I'll come when I'll come. Some people think they can "make" me. That's controversial, but I think the best time I arrive is unexpected. That could be at a party, or in class or wherever. U never know. I usually appear specifically to people who are busy. Not just sitting still. Some may have one plan for their life, but sometimes when I roll up with my papers in hand, all that goes out tha window. From there it's there choice to "Take it or leave it." For those who have toiled years on in, I have even something more special for them, because they have learned the toughest lessons in regards to jobs, or money, fame or even love. Those people receive my ultra-proposal. The best I got. How does my tie look? ("Great!") Good. Let's go...Oh, before I go, there's one more thang. See, I haven't done this in awhile, and this may be my last time, I want to do something special for this Galaxia guy.
("Well, how do you usually go about it?")
The last several years, I kind of just appeared or happened. But he's big-time, so he wants...it's almost like when a guy proposes to his fiancee...He has to get down on one knee. I know he's been expecting me, recently he's taken this "Zen" philosophy of letting life happen, and I guess it's worked. How about I do something I haven't done in awhile...Only a few have heard me do this. Mandela. Charles Schulz...to name a few.
("How about u actually introduce urself? U've never done that either?)
Alright. Let me see if I still have tha sound down...
"Knock!Knock!Knock!"
("Go Slower.")
"Knock..Knock..Knock!"
("Perfect. And introduce urself.")
But...
("Come on...I'll even let u do a trial run on camera. Put ur all into it.")
Alright...Just like we used to do..
"Knock...Knock...Knock"...Hello, Sir Galaxia, you don't...Cut it, I can't do this...
("Just think he's been waiting all his life to hear from you. U can do it.")
(Huge Sigh.)
"Knock...Knock...Knock." What's going on Austino Galaxia. I've been following you for some time now, and have seen many of the ups and down's in ur life. I believe now is the perfect time for us to meet. I just wanted to give you this small scroll of paper, in it holds the key to ur future. U can choose to accept it, or you can choose not to. Either way, I feel like you have endured the tests of time, and now is the time to reveal urself to not only the rest of the world, but the rest of the Galaxy as well. Your best days are now upon you and my friend 'Prep' says that u are now ready. Do not run with it, but hold on to it, and share with others, for it's all yours in the name of your now friends...Fun and Love. Thank you and have a nice day..."
("Psst...Pssst...And....And...")
And What? (Whispering)
("You forgot to introduce urself...")
Oh...By the way...my friends call me "O.T. Dubs"....but for you, and only you would I let call me by my full given name...
Mr. Opera Twounity Willnock.
("And....Cut.")
A.Galaxia.
Bye with Kisses!
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