Tha Trick 2 Ur Treat.

I can't help but jot a little something,

On this South Beach Holiday of fright.

Everybody is out all dressed in costumes,

Some of which are not for a kid's sight.

But as I write on tonight briefly,

There's a question that is biting me in tha booty.

What is tha thing I'm most scared of?

For this I might need a gum stick of Juicy...Fruity.

This is our diary, u know so,

I'm sure what we say, is gonna be ultra private.

Things that nobody has heard us say before,

The words may turn u as cold as tha Arctic climate.

Let's get down to it, right now,

No more time for small preludes to destiny.

Just gonna let it rip, in our own way,

On tha count of One...Two...Three.

Prime Time Special.

Alright.  I'm kind of at a small crossroads as to what to write on tonight.  Part of me wants to be all cool, calm and collective.  While another part of me, wants to turn this diary upside on it's heels, and start calling out some names of some folks who have become part of...tha story.  What do u think we should do, hey???  Just gonna write from our heart and let tha chips fall where they may.  I got a feeling this is about 2 get interesting tonight.

Like A Movie.

Fingers, I'm letting u do tha work,

Whatever tha case, please don't fail me now.

Let this be a home run of a post,

Not ahead of this pitch, which will make it go foul.

Just relax on this Saturday Morning,

Wanting something special to be created.

Whether that'll make me loved like Mother Teresa,

Or whether I become Cyberspace's poster boy for tha Most Hated.

No idea what is gonna come of this today,

We're just writing from our heart and soul.

Somehow I think it's gonna be really, really good,

Get your snacks and popcorn...Matter of fact, make me a bowl.

Undercover Lover...The Return of Big C.

Last season on The New Adventures of Austino Galaxia....Click Here.

Boy, that was some kind of workout today.  Added a few new thangs, thank our Trainers for hooking us up.  We feel like we're in tha best shape of our life, for real.  People think we joking, but I not bulling around, I got a lot to prove in every single aspect of our life.  I want to share nothing, and I do mean nothing but love and fun, that's it.  I'm not like other people, you can be straight up with me.  Anyways, I used to live for love and fun, now not only do I live for it, but now I'm willing to die for it.  And believe u me, there's a big difference.  Talked to my brother Ant Skeezy on today.  Him talking about snow up North in Indiana.  We get so spoiled down here living in South Beach.  Great talk about tha good old days.  Now he's married with a kid...Wow.  Life is really something...

One-on-1

The feeling of a loss, 

It truly cannot be put into words.

Empty, unfulfilling at best,

The yelling of the other team shouting, "Yes Sir!"

Walking back to tha locker room,

Contemplating if I'm ever gonna simply...Win.

Is this tha reward for those early morning sacrifices,

Or looking at tha playbook late night in tha basement den.

Top Secret Thoughts.

I'm very anxious to see what we are gonna write about on tonight.  I had all intentions on going up North on tonight, 2 kick it a little bit...or a lot.  But things happen, so instead we are here at tha Crib watching "our boys" the FSU Seminoles play against Clemson in a big college football game.  Clemson just fumbled on tha first play, so it should be a good one.

Like we said, we really had no plans on writing on tonight, or even in the upcoming days.  You know its amazing how things can happen, and tha things that seem like...Let me explain.  I shouldn't really, but since it's our diary, I might as well.  

(Huff!)

"Whack!!!"

My field of work is not easy by a long shot,
Tight deadlines, aided by Cuban coffee in a shot cup.
They make it hard for me to advance up tha ladder,
I wanna be a Big Dog with a overcoat, like my hero, Mr. McGruff.

He wanted to take a bite of crime, which was so cool,
Bullying stinks, and he's always on tha neighborhood watch.
Why are kids so mean, by taking things from other kids,
I can see a pair of J's, or a Barbie backpack, but come on, a Capri Sun Pouch?

But I wanted to do something even better, something big,
So for me the choice could not be any more clearer.
Going to school to be a Reporter, to cover celebrities,
I not only wanted to see tha hot ones, but those considered even more fairer.

Tha Gurl I Sleep With...

Get out!  Get out!!  This Galaxia guy...See he just don't understand...Don't you be looking back at me like that!  I have no Goya beans about it being 1:07am in tha morning, right now, I just can't be with you on tonight.  See, Ladies, this is a little word of advice when u dealing with this Austino Galaxia guy.  U gotta be tough, u gotta be firm, and not allow all those past nights of his body laying on top of you make u soft.  See, now he's over on tha computer talking about me.  He knows he can't live without me.  Well, let me tell you what really went down.  Think ur gonna like this...

Joy Ride. The Conclusion.

(Huge Blow)

Previously Recorded on The New Adventures of Austino Galaxia...Click Here.

And now the Conclusion of "Joy Ride"....

Joy Ride.

(Zippp!)

You know what, this Bucket List movie done inspired me.  Let me see, what time is it...Ahh 9:53 pm.  Perfect.  I can't go out like this, you never know who I might bump into.  Seems like folks are watching us wherever we go.  Earlier today as I was parking tha ride, this chick was just staring at us as she was walking by as we were about to get out.  She looked like South American, with half cut top revealing her entire stomach so that u can see a little INSANITY workout definition, and those purple short shorts...Amazing how these girls can give us "that look", u know. Our life is just so crazy.  Like we've gone through all the episodes of somebody who should be on TV or in magazines on tha constant, yet...Well, I guess that's what tonight's gonna be about.  I'm gonna do this South Beach style, and just rock tha tank top with some Nike's.  A bandanna, yeah, gotta put that on as well, hopefully they will see me in a Young Hollywood sense, and not in a 'I'm about to gank u for all u got' way.  Just got done eating some Turkey Burgers, so let me toss this trash out, everybody knows how I can't stand to have basura just hanging around my joint.  Alright, hey, this is different, let's have some fun.  Got everythang?  And we're off.

(Click!)

It's Gently Approaching...

Oh boy.

Lot going on, so might as well just jump head on into this swimming pool of craziness.  

I wasn't gonna do this, but something is leading me.  I usually don't like to do back2kcab posts in tha same medium per se, but we're gonna let it rip.  Please don't let me make a fool of myself...again. 

Alright, here we go.

Playgirl Crush.

Warning:  Please forgive me Ms. Diary on tonight, but I'm gonna write this like it's me and you.  Meaning that I'm gonna let loose in a personal way that will illustrate what really going on in our Galaxy.  We're writing this like nobody else will read it, so it's just u and me.  Alright, from our heart....

Oh boy.


Today I woke up with a feeling,
My first words were, 'It's gonna be a good day.'
Who knew what drama would follow on,
I mean it's poured down raining through tha sun rays.

But there was something in tha air, I guess,
Words are difficult to even find.
A feeling like we need to get back to being me,
And go through life wearing our 'S' for Swagger sign.

Not to sound selfish, not at all,
Just know that tha time is now to show.
Been through the experiences, and tha trials,
Now, it's the Opening Act after that "Best Kept Secret" Intro.

3 Rings.

(Un!Un!Un!Un!Un!Un!...Click!)

That stupid alarm clock.  It's Already...what time is it? It's 9:48am.  Whatever, it's...Wait?  What time is it?  Oh noooooo, I over slept.  Nooooo.....I gotta get up from here, like right now.  Man.  This is my first day on tha job, and I'm running late already.  All my life....where's my jeans.  Need a shirt.  This white one will have to do.  Ok...All my life I've been waiting for an opportunity of a lifetime, and now this.  Freakin' alarm didn't go off on time.  I'm never gonna buy my alarm clock from bootleggers who hang out on the block of Flagler and Le Jeune ever again.  Didn't those cats get their permits to be selling all that bottle water, mangoes and I guess alarm clocks on tha street like that?  Shoot, I coulda used that money to get a Double Steakburger from Steak 'N Shake, with a Happy Hour Ice Cream float.  Now I'm outta tha money, I've overslept, and now I'm as mad as a Mr. Slate when Fred Flintstone shows up late to work.  Except I'm tha late one...Keys, where's my Alicia Keys?  Alright, my bag is packed already, don't even have no time to brush my teeth.  Whatever, guess I just won't smile today.  Let me close this door.  Freakin' close!  Why is this thang actin...I'm about to have a nervous breakdown...Relax...Relax....Now...Shut!!!

Stephen McFry.

(A letter received on today from a...well, I'll just let you read it for yourself)

No Deal.

Well, Ok.

Guess we're just gonna keep it real on tonight.  Had something a little intriguing going on in our mind.  Evidently Tha Powers that be, is leading us to just write.  From our heart.  And let whatever come of this, just happen.  Usually, when we have no idea what to write about something magical happens, so let's just go with tha flow on today.