What A Night!

Amazing!  Simply Amazing!!

Definitely have to give God ALL the credit for tonight.  Thanks!  I tell you we really don't deserve all these cool things happening to us.  We are simply just a kid who wants to love and have fun in life.  That's it.  Our life is getting really wild y'all!  So many unique movie like twists and turns...We're just gonna write from our heart and just have fun tonight.  Here we go...

Today was an interesting day.  U never know the sacrifices that you have to make.  U may not want to do them, and sometimes u may have to share a tear or two or three while driving down US-1.  (I'm totally not supposed to have written that right?!)  But in life u have to follow where u're being led, even though u might not understand it at tha time...

If u give, it will come back to you.  Pinkie promise it will!

I forget about that sometimes.  I get so caught up into the "next thing" or the "next girl" (Second thing I'm not supposed to say on tonight!) that I forget about not only all the super things that I do have, but also that sometimes u have to sacrifice dude.  That's something that can be hard especially when u don't feel like you have any more to give.  Why sacrifice your last 1/20 when u don't have that much anyway or u feel like guarding what you have.  That can be money, wisdom...that's why if u've been brought through tough times, or bad relationships, tell ur story!  Ur still standing after u caught that guy humping that girl in front of you...U're still standing after that teacher had it out for you since the first day of school, yet u still got a high passing grade...U're still standing after u got pulled out of a game for no reason, but yet in the end it was you who made the winning play and effort.  All of us need some inspiration.  As the old street saying goes, "Game recognizes game."  And by u putting forth ur positive energy within this world, and more specifically Our Galaxia, then u help us all out.  Even me.  Boy, I need to take up some kind...u know what I'm gonna add a Yoga class to our Love Seminar at the Fountainebleau next year!  On this weekend retreat u'll We'll show u how to bend ur back, and how to have someone "break your back" all for the low price of $69.99! Too much...we're just too much!!

So I got a headache in the middle of the afternoon today.  Been a lot of stuff going on, so we're gonna get our beauty sleep tonight fa sure. Ok.  Let's get into today's festivities...

Around 2:30pm or so, we were over in the Kendall area and headed up to one of our "secret" places, that Deal$ store off of like 137th and Kendall Drive.  Inside that K-mart plaza...We had to pick up some 'Nick Nacks' (Haven't said that in awhile!) inside.  Toothpaste...toothbrush...toliet paper, using those white napkins from McDonald's kind of get old after awhile!....What else, Kleenex, Hand sanitizer, stuff like that...I was checking out, and this lady from the next register over was trying to return something.  But she got hit with that Flea Market "Gotcha Gotcha" cuz my girl hit her with that "Exchange only" line.  I though that only happens in Foreign lands?...Ok.  I know nobody got that joke but me, but...Anyways....I thought something was gonna pop of, and somehow I forgot my shank, I would have just had to go back to my thug days when I used to throw my fist of fury where u just throw until u either hit somebody or hit urself, and let it all play out.  Thankfully, for the paper towel display in the front of the store, and for myself it didn't get La Familia Mafia up in there!

From there we headed up north.  Straight up the Palmetto expressway.  Man, I might have to start wearing a helmet when I drive!  These cats be out of control dude...Not only u have to be focused like Cyclops in front of you, but now u gotta be just looking in ur rearview mirror to make sure nobody's gonna try to hit it and then dip like a French Au Dip sandwich on you behind.  But...our next stop was...

To a bookstore.  Yes.  I said it...we hit I-75 and got off on Pines Blvd. in Pembroke Pines, and made our right over to The Shops at Pembroke Gardens shopping area, which let me tell you is a really sexy spot to hang, shop, for a date, check it out if u're in tha whereabouts.  We went to the Barnes & Noble over there.  It's been awhile since we've been inside an actual bookstore, we're married to the local library, but we decided to get our creep on some, and see what's going on.  Just enjoying the moments of fun, at least being in that environment is fun to us, and just walking around.  Found some goofy deals on some items.  Got this...we said, in our diary too, that we're starting to collect the Pop Rocks! small dolls for our showroom...Well today we got a Marge Simpson one to start the collection...for...$2!!  Couldn't believe it, it had a red dot on it, and we asked, and the woman said everything on the table was $2!  Say Whaa...And just like my homeboy in the beginning of Missy's "One Minute Man" video, I was like, "I'll be right back!"  (I still know that dance routine too, don't get it twisted!!)  So we went back over to see if we found something else....Ended up with another doll, this time of Batman...Go figure...also picked up a magazine I can't find anywhere in Miami, it's Dime Magazine and we really wanted this one.  Cuz it had Kobe Bryant on the cover, and more than that it talks about the best sneakers, players and stuff from the 2000th century.  A real keeper...blessed to find that one.  Walked out like, this was cool, and we were very thankful.

Not done yet though...

So our next stop was to this Salvation Army store over off of Pines Blvd. and University Drive.  Led to go and get our vintage shop on...We chilling listening to Janet Jackson's 'Damita Jo' album...or CD.  Relaxing and really just enjoying the moments we have to ourself...sort of.  We say that cuz, we jamming out with our windows down playing with the wind...When all of a sudden we hear a woman's voice...."EXCUSE ME?!!" We turned and look over to our right through the passenger window...and mind you we are on the ever busy Pines Blvd., DRIVING!!  We aren't at no stoplight...so we turn to her, as she has a guy in the passenger seat.  We're in the left lane, she's in the middle...She then yells out, while looking ahead trying not to hit the car ahead of her as she and I are doing about 45mph...She yells, "What's the year of our car?"   I look ahead to make sure I don't hit anybody as well...I yell back the year...And she yells back over, "Thanks...It's nice man!!"  And then proceeds to roll her tinted window back up, and zoom off ahead.  I was a little... embarrassed.  Just because our life is so, keep on saying it's a movie, and so "celebrity like".  I felt like my guy Steve Nash in this video from earlier this Summer.  Our life is...it's one of a kind.  To put it simply...

Still not done....

So after getting stopped by the quickest stoplight we've ever seen at Pines and Palm Ave..  That trash was mad "Green Light-Red Light".  Heck, if we were playing that game bout time I woulda thought about lifting my left leg, I woulda lost!  Just on a thought!  We did this semi-whoop de whoop to through the backside of the entrance.  Once again, just enjoying the night, not looking for anything in particular.  Heard our that Jon B. ringtone, and it was my brother Ant Skeezy!  I took a plop on this comfy rocking patio chair and we got to talking about life, A-Rod getting phone numbers from the dugout (He must've learned from me, I thought I was the only one who used weird objects to get them digits!)   and the Yankees horrible end to tha season, the upcoming hoops season, about Midwest weather, just brother talk...

After talking for some time, we decided to get up and 'dabble'.  We go over to the book section first (See a theme in regards to our life!), and then we go over to the Men's clothing section.  Go back and forth between that and the home section.  We decided to really dig tonight just because we had some time, and it's fun to find upscale hidden treasures.  We go back to the Men's section and all of a sudden we hear...

"Hello, Salvation Army customers due to our Happy Hour, all clothing is now 50% off, all shoes are buy 2 get one free..."

I stopped and was like, "This can't be real can it."  I then walked over to this cute Redhead girl who was working, and asked her about it, and she was like, "All clothing is 50% off until we close."  And she added, "The clothing section is a good place to start."  Next thing u know it, a Road Warriors rush came upon me, one I haven't felt since the Barney's Co-Op store had the "crazy" sale a few years ago down here in South Beach.  That left me calculating how many meals I could make out of 3 hot dogs and 2 cans of Baked Beans!  (Let it be noted I could have gotten more cans, but since I'm into this No Salt Added thing, that's all I could afford!)   Feeling this natural high, I go back over to first the dress shirts section...found some really high end stuff, then to the t-shirts in tha back, and then to the jean section.   And I put this on Tom Ford himself, I went over, and then I looked and saw, wait let me get my Kayne voice ready....Ah-heem..I saw..."Racks on Racks on Racks" of jeans.  Bro, I literally almost passed out!  Not joking.  I don't know if it was the sight of all those beautiful fabrics pressed together, just hanging perfectly on those clear hangers, all sized up or what, but I almost bit the dust.  We were getting blessed big time...Then we looked to our right...and they had a "Boutique" section, with nothing but designer clothes.  Armani Exchange, Faconnable, Polo Ralph Lauren, it was crazy dude!  All...u got it 50% off.  Amazing!

I'm not even gonna get into the brand names we walked out with, but...we're getting our Bruce Wayne wardrobe together, definitely from our Stylist in the Sky!  This was the place to be, for it was quite of few folks in there, (Not poor folks either, that's a mis-stereotype about vintage or consignment stores.) arguing over furniture that's been in there 20 days and what the price should be on that, folks trying to buy toy horses, it was cool.  And guess what...

Still not done...

So we are almost exhausted from that.  Decide to look for some jewelry, more specifically an engagement ring for my future wifey, whoever that may be, but wanted to go all out, ya dig!! We glancing around the jewelry counter, and ...the Galaxia came to a stand still!  Cuz what did we see...

Three small bookcases full of music CDs.  Oh man!  I really needed an inhaler now!  We go over, and I got all this stuff in our hand, but u know how we get down and dirty when we look for deals, especially when it involves music.  Man, we found some stuff we've been wanting...Britney's second album, Robbie Williams, the soundtrack to the movie Boomerang, an old chill CD from us3, a classic from the singing group Brownstone, and the ultimate in our book. The Chris Gaines album by Garth Brooks.  Been wanting that one for over 10 years....look at God!  So we spent not that much either...like $25 and some change for some mad cool items.  CDs were $1.99 and homegirl gave us 25% off of them, that's a great hookup.  And the clothes we got were 50% off, so....Awesome with a capital 'A'!!!

I hope this don't sound like we bragging, but it is still a diary, not just entertainment u know.  This is what's happening in our life.  We just want to have fun, and share it.  Still believe that....

Give and have fun.

Nothing more than that fam.

Have a fun night.
Austino Galaxia.

Today's Guest Speaker Is...

I used to L-O-V-E this old 80s show! 

This should be very interesting,
If this day already hasn't hit me with some spite.
Now I'm being led to write a poem,
But our mind is blank with nothing in sight.

May be our last one we'll jot,
So we'll follow orders and give our best.
My heart is full right now, a little nervous,
But I've already past all the tests??

So for one more evening, we'll relax,
And see what our fingers come up with.
Fame, Money, we talk about it all,
And that Sex thang...I plead tha Fifth.

But what if I just go all out, and show,
Once and for all that there's no compare.
I mean, for all our time writing this diary,
We've chose "truth", now it's time to choose "dare".

No need to wait any longer,
Let's just write away with a sexy flow.
Get ur popcorn ready, and DVR ur TV,
Sit back and simply enjoy tha show.

I feel change y'all big time,
And it's really hard to explain.
I feel like jumping up and down while walking,
But that'll just throw me in tha Asylum of the Insane.

We want so much out of life,
No joke, but I'm not tha only one.
Some dream of reality shows or headlines,
Our dream has simply been one of...fun.

Why do we get up in the morning,
If we feel like we don't have a fighting chance.
Might as well stay tuck under the covers,
There's no use in doing ur Diddy dance.

Sometimes we even feel that way,
Like haven't we learned enough.
It's almost like learning ur ABC's all over again,
Man...I been knew that stuff.

The frustrating thing about all this,
Is the feeling that it ain't effort but about time.
When others are dropping them left and right,
Seemingly I got to get one penny at a time for my dime.

I ain't even gonna get into that...yet,
But u know we have 2 say just a bit.
In order to write this poem of a lifetime,
We must let a few nuggets simply sit.

We have such an ultimate life in many ways,
Everything is within our reach.
Been through the pain, and hardships,
I guess now it's our time to teach.

So Professor Galaxia, I have a question,
What's the sexy lesson of the day?
There are several to speak upon,
Keeping it real is our only way.

Not giving up.  Huh, wasn't expecting that one,
That's kinda of NWA hardcore.
But in order for this class to begin,
U have to be thrown in the fire....
As soon as u enter the door.

We all, I don't care who u are son, feel this way,
Like, "What's all this really worth?"
Work hard. Be resilent.
Simple lessons taught from birth.

But what if u feel like everything u been taught,
Was wrong, like this way doesn't work anymore.
Seems the lessons of old are out of date,
Like going to an hotel without a 13th floor.

Life can really test you, and make you wonder,
Could I've been born in during the wrong time?
I wanna dress like the 60's,
Love like the 70's,
And oh I wish Carmen Electra woulda been mine.

"Ahead of our time" that's the phrase,
That's what describes our soul's cry.
It's like we've already Peter Panning  in our Galaxia,
While everybody else is wondering if man can ever fly.

Yet, despite all those feelings, U have to be strong,
And believe that the tides have turned.
Sometimes u have to close ur eyes and clear you head,
Just so u don't remember how u've been burned.

That's the only way you can make it nowadays,
I speak for myself, but I believe it to be true.
Just like we've been saying since 1994,
You still have to do whatcha gotta do.

So lesson number one class, I guess,
Is a tough yet easy one to digest.
Never give up.  No matter what it looks like.
That's the only way to be tha best.

Class is in session on tonight,
I hope somebody is taking some classic notes.
We're just hear as a guest speaker for this hour,
After all this you'll think we're trying to win some votes.

These words are being mirrored right back at us,
Our reflection looks real as can be.
Let's all continue to see what's next,
I feel another lesson or two...or three.

The past is tha past...Huh,
I feel like it's about to be on now.
I sense tha class scooting to the edge of their seats,
Hopefully this will be worth a standing oh and a bow.

People don't know how hard this is to do.
Especially when you've been really hurt.
We're all are different, it could be a cuss out,
A boss trippin', or a misconstrued flirt.

Heck, the other day I was at The Triple A,
Just chillin' until I saw this chick.
Man, this rush hit me like no other,
And the middle finger is what I wanted to flick.

It was like, "U didn't believe in me."
And even if u forgot, u're my fuel.
U're one of the reasons why I now glide,
No longer moving at the speed of a mule.

Maybe it's just me, maybe I'm too sensitive,
Yet still I recall who did what.
That's what keeps us motivating in tough times,
Just seeing those names and faces,
Gives us that needed kick in the butt.

What I have learned though is that,
Being angry can only take you so far.
Sometimes that emotion can dim your light,
And nobody can see the gleam of a faded star.

We have decided that, "Alright, it's there when we need it",
Now move on to another stage.
That's what they were being used for,
Not to trap you, but to open up your cage.

And let me repeat that's tough dude,
It's so much easier said that to be done.
But nobody said it was gonna be simple,
And with each step, u can't skip,
Nope, not a one.

Let me just add this,
And please forgive, but this is for me.
Sometimes u can't believe everything you hear,
And u dag gone sure can't with all that u see.

I can get caught up with tha flash,
And all the glitter of a life in South Beach.
Everybody looks hot.  Luxury is abundant,
You can even call your Nanny without a simple arm reach.

With that you sometimes wonder,
How did all these folks get all that?
This chick is eating 3 Whopper Jr.'s, with large fries,
And she has no pimples nor a slither of fat!

Image is reality.  Yes.
No matter what you think, it's true.
Please don't hold your breath thinking it'll change,
Believe u me, your mug will turn a Smurf blue!

What needs to be said it this,
Don't worry about others, just be you.
I see it all the time.  Almost makes you wanna change,
But as The Roots say,
Never do what they do.

I'm starting to get warm Galaxia fam,
That last tidbit was supposed to be for free.
I'm listening to that song right now, which is so perfect,
So let's make that lesson number three.

Everytime out we pray that u feel like ur a part of something special,
Knowing that u'll never see a diary like this again.
We want to stir up every emotion,
From laughing to living it up,
I want this diary to be your hidden sin.

What else am I learning right now, at the moment,
Something that needs to be shared.
I've never talked about love right?
I mean that topic is so rare!!

Yeah...right.  We gonna speak upon it,
Cuz we feel like we're the last of a breed.
Living the ultimate bachelor life,
One, who unlike others, doesn't want to be fed,
But gets joy out of the act of tha feed.

Told my Moms the other day,
We might be the World's Most Eligible Bachelor.
Now before you chuckle, just realize,
That doesn't mean I'm a wolf in lamb's fur.

I'm confident in that cuz of what we've been through,
And simply how we've been molded.
The hand dealt:  a 2 of hearts, a 3 of clubs,
With that card shuffle a many would have folded.

We always still believe it ain't how you start,
But how the end softly sings.
See, did you just hear that whip sound...
I just got a Joker, an ace of Spades,
And a Diamond worthy of a King.

Love is something I think this diary is written for,
It's part of the Hollywood flick.
If I don't talk about it, that would be a disrespect,
And I'll be writing stuff that would make me sick.

Man, I'm sorry, that's that egotistical side of me,
I'm talking about me being the sexiest thing since they've kept score.
I really have to aplogize about that, super sorry,
Cuz I need to be talking about lesson number four!

This lesson is tough to write but I'll do my finest,
It's one I'm taking note on every day.
You've probably heard it before, but it's worth repeating,
But love will always find a way.

Tonight this black hair, blue eyed beauty passed me on Washington Ave.,
She looked at me so hard, she was giving me the Eye-"Funk".
If u change the 'n' to a 'c' , and u'll catch my drift,
But I still wonder if this was an exam I flunked.

If a girl comes toward you leading with her legs,
And just stares at you, C'mon you'll have to be impressed.
Unique face, cute green low cut top,
And I'm not even gonna talk about her bre...

But that's the thing when you're, how can I put this,
And I know other guys and girls will agree.
When u've seen a lot, u can sometimes look too hard for perfect,
Which can be like looking for a rose in a forest full of trees.

The thing, and this may be just for us, but,
We are just letting it all simply develop like a Kodak.
If we do that, we can save a whole lotta trouble,
And we won't have to hear no unwanted "Yippty-Yap".

I will say this, as we're in our dating years,
That the Gaga Lovegame is no cinch.
The thing now is some folks are playing,
While in many ways the best players are still on the bench.

No somebody has to give me a "Amen" on that,
Cuz that is just like a Ronaldo goal for Madrid Real.
Sometimes just because someone's playing doesn't mean they're good at it,
U can't skip steps, love is more than sex or a tingling in ur Levi's feel.

That's why we talk, some may call it reckless,
But we call it with some conceit.
When u're prepared, and endured the trials,
You can Crip walk with all three feet!

Love will find a way,  No need to worry.
Sometimes we wonder, have we seen too much.
I know I ain't the only one who's feels like that,
Think and hope u can meet somebody who will actually go dutch.

Not pass it, that's on another tip,
Though once the love is good, it's a drug.
French kissing.  Squeezing the booty.
Some just like a fireplace with a little snug.

These are the moments where u get our heart at our purest,
So we just letting it flow.
As our life is changing, we must admit,
We don't have that much longer to go.

Let's recap.  No give up. Forget the past.
Be You. And Love will find.
Some other stuff is thrown in there,
I don't think you will mind.

This isn't about so much talking to others,
As we mentioned earlier, this was about me.
No fathom where this would go,
Guess some lessons for the future...now I see.

That's it.  This may be our last...
At least before we talk on that new sphere of strat.
Looking forward to that one, big time...
One filled with fun, dancing, and an unlimited cereal bowl of Smacks!

If nothing else, just remember,
Galaxia always said to have fun...
Matter of fact, it's was something of insist.
No homework class, No final,
Just simply the words you've been waiting for me to utter...

Class dismissed.

Dr. Austino Galaxia
Masters and Ph.D certified in "Amore"

Strangers and A Cute Girl.

Who remembers this old Nickelodeon Show?

Our life, eye tell ya!  Just wish we had our own reality show, we really need it cuz we really believe that there's no life worth following right now, more than ours...and that's all jokes aside!

So we're walking down here in the sunny streets of South Beach this evening, and I see this truck parked, it looked like one of those trucks that are used for those who work in the grass cutting or landscape business.  So I look over and see this girl come out of the apartment complex, through the gate to the sidewalk.  I look and notice one of the workers just stopping what he's doing and is just mesmerized at this visual of this woman.  He was giving that oh too familiar "South Beach Gawk".  Then another one of his workers got off the truck and was peeping this girl all out.  And then...another worker got out the driver's side of the truck, and walked over to the sidewalk to not even sneek a peek, but just blatantly get his eye candy on.  Now I'm all the way across tha street, and next thing I know it, I look over, and out of nowhere one of the guys is giving me the biggest smile, and is flashing me the "A-Ok" sign!  Indicating that he just witnessed something of top shelf quality.  I just pointed at him, laughing...all the way back home.  Wild...

See this is what we dream our Galaxia to be.  Now I'm not talking about scoping girls out like a piece of meat.  Oh no!  But just having different people of different backgrounds just sharing in the fun.  These guys were of Hispanic decent, but that didn't matter...Fun is color blind...gender blind (Is that a real phrase?)...all that we care about is having fun.  So much happens to us...so many different interactions with absolutely complete strangers...so many stories.

I recall one time being inside of the ATT store down here in SoBe off of Alton Road, and this gentleman was in there.  Somehow we got to talking, and he began to talk about how South Beach was built, and how all this dirt...I mean money help to build up this Fantasy Island, just interesting...Some silly stuff...Just the other day I was walking, and this Mom was walking with this kid in a stroller.  Everything was cool as I saw them approaching us, and then next thing I know it, this little kid in the stroller stuck out his hand to give us an high-five!  So cute, so what did I do?  Give the little Donald Trump some dap and kept going!  As we said, we want everybody to be involved in all our fun in regards to life.

We ain't writing this for bragging or what not, just to illustrate how it is to be in our shoes.  As we say, we really have a MTV lifestyle, even though we don't talk about it all the time.  Just sharing some of our stories...

A few weeks ago, we was talking about us getting our ride sideswiped, banged up, and turned into a crash dummy commercial all in one.  And to make matters worse, it all unfolded right before our pretty brown eyes.  Or do I have black eyes?  Or blue eyes depending on the tilt of our head?  Anyways...so I had to ride  the mass transit systems down here in Miami.  Dun...Dun...Dunnnn!!  I could hear the organ playing that horror music in the background as I wrote that!  So I was on the Metrorail, just relaxing thinking about how I can get of the train and make it to my bus all in the long span of 1 minute and 30 seconds, not including the time spent telling somebody "No" as they are trying to bootleg Metrorail train tickets on the low.  So I'm sitting on these blue rubber kickball type seats, and this guy is looking at me.  Now I have no problem with anybody, even dudes glancing my way, it comes with the territory.  Some beautiful mama knows what I mean on that!  But he was just staring at us.  Now I got my Hollywood grey Armani's on, so u really can't see my eyes, but I kinda just turned his way.  So he smiled.  I know if I smile back this is gonna turn into one of those awkward moments that u only see on Channels 642-649 late at night around Midnight on your local satellite provider.  I for dag gone sure didn't order no pizza, and I happen to forget my lucha libre mask at home, so I took the easy way out and just gave a head nod.  Next thing tha kid knows it, this guy is like pointing at us, smiling and in his heavy Cuban accent talking about God.  Which I have no problem with, just wondering out of all these people on this train, he's done single me out, so I'm kind of embarrassed.  He shouting at me how "Nobody's perfect...Only God."  Which I totally agree with...I wonder what kind of body does God have?  Like does He have ripped abs or is He just living tha life reading the final edition of our diary...let me stop...I already got one strike for looking up the bio on Rima from the cast of  Bad Girls Club Mexico...I don't need another one!

My guy ended getting off the train, or we got off, don't recall, but we was just like, "This is getting weird."  I think that's when we can get impatient cuz we see all these signs of a fun and unique lifestyle, yet when u go through some hard times u just like, why is this all happening if it's not gonna jump off?  Folks stopping you in the middle of the street from their SUV to tell you, "One day you're gonna be a Millionaire."  To a cool girl who told us our name sounds like "a star".  We want 2 make a difference in folks' lives.  Yes, we have our days, where we may be like "not today" but we try to limit those moments.

We all need some positive reinforcements in our lives.  Sometimes as we've said before, u just have to either draw back on some positives from ur past or two u just have to talk to urself, and make urself feel good.  U can look smokin' hot and still not always feel like the prettiest in tha room.  But that's when u just have to continue to push, and make it through.  Life sometimes can get a little cloudy on what way to go.  But everything has a quirky way of working itself out.  I learned that sometimes you have to let it all play itself out, and living down here on the sexy sands of Miami Beach...that can be dag gone hard...

I remember...  (If u've been reading our diary u know what that means...a girl story!)

When I first came down to Miami, one of the main reasons I came down was to get a wife...Sorry, that was a Galaxian slip...to get a good education.  I was attending MIU (Miami Int'l University of Art And Design) to get another degree, this time with the tract being in Fashion Merchandising.  With the location, and with the major, you could already bet ur high-ney that we had a lot of interaction with the opposite sex.  That was NOT the goal, but just like a hardy, "You....ARE the father" on Maury, some things u know are inevitable.  (Huh, that's a cute word.)  I'll be down here for days talking about all the cool peeps I met during those days.  Some just like us getting more education...others it was their first time around.  We had folks from all over the globe, and all over the state of Florida.  I recall this girl who was from Naples...let just say that I almost moved over there!  She was attractive with her dark tan, black/blond pepper hair, and some very Playboy cover girl type eyes...but she always used to come to class like red-eyed out, and she definitely wasn't coming off of no flight!  That was the only thing with so many of these beauties, definitely not all, but...Miami is in love with beautiful girls.  Guys gawk at them, as we earlier noted....U get to go into parties and clubs for free...And with the beauty that so many of the girls possessed  along with some very unlimited checkbooks, these girls were living the life of dreams, and showed up 2 class with it written all over their face.  (U'll be surprised how many times I saw somebody wear the same outfit twice or come to a night class ready 4 a night out on the town!)  I had my fun too, believe u me...but I was trying to get my thang if u know what I mean.

It was this one girl.  Today is her turn...She caught my attention, because of her coolness, but she was just so down to Earth.  With the school being so small, u usually had many of the same faces in the same classes.  Which could be bad, if u can't beat tha Blackberry Curve set by these pocket protector wearing geeks (We're one of them!) or in this case super good cuz u really get to know them.  That's the important part anyway...right?!!  So I had this girl in several of my classes, and I recall just being like she's mad cute and cool.  She was kind of short in stature.  She was from South America, if I recall correctly she was from Chile.  She was the kind of girl who was so chill, and had a sexy laugh.  I'm always trying to paint a picture of what these girls looked like, so she looked like...the best I can come up with is there's this girl on the Spanish station Univision, who is acting crazy and always having fun which stands out when I watch her.    Her name is Lili Estefan...and she looked similar to that beauty.

We would talk here and there.  But then it came this one class.  And at that time after talking to her, and seeing her stroll into class after class I kind of developed some early stages of "tha coodies" for this dame.  So it was during this one class where we had a partner project.  A guy's dream right?!  So I believe she was sitting dead behind us.  And after the teacher told us about the project and to pick ur partner...I simply...or let's be honest...Immediately turned behind me and asked her if she wanted to team up.  She flashed her perfect white teeth and gleamed her smile, and said "Sure."  So how were we gonna handle actually being in tha company of tha girl that we actually had our eye on?  Boy is this gonna be interesting....

Of course, there was one catch...She had a "boyfriend".  Now, this girl was pretty, ain't gonna lie, but she had a slept on attractiveness about her.  Something happened though...Now we would meet, I think something like at least once a week, and sometimes exchanging phone calls.  The toughest thing...which is why I say that sometimes life just gets complicated....the most difficult thing was she would be hair up, and like no make up in her daily travels.  But, dude...all I can say was "Oh my!"  On the days that we would meet up...this girl would get all Paul Mitchell up.  She would put on these sexy outfits.  Low cut blouses, she had cute boobs which made her even look more like a doll ( I gotta tell it like it is.), I recall her wearing these jeans with high heels.  The first time I saw her like that for one of our meetings, I was literally like, "This girl looks un-believe-a-bull!"  Then after seeing her normally and then whenever we would meet, and to have hear and see her high heels past RIGHT by me to take her seat behind me.  I was like, "She's getting dressed up for us."  But she has a boyfriend...but whenever I look into those eyes, when we're sitting so close to each other that I could read each other thoughts...Whew!  And that look she gave, and laughing at each other, I don't think we were even studying.  What were we 2 do?

The most difficult night came one night we had to stay...Is this too real?  I know I'm getting all detailed, if I'm not supposed to be talking about attractions and feelings, please forgive me.  But u know, I'm as real as they get...So on this night.  We laughed, did some kind of work, if u call giggling and glancing in each other's eyes, and me soaking up every bit of her Spanish accent...we had to walk out the school to our cars.  On everything, I thought something was gonna jump off, and as I we were walking together in that slow...somebody knows what I mean...u know when u're out with that "someone" or talking with that apple of ur eye, and u walk in a very slow, swaying way, knowing u have to go somewhere, but not wanting 2 get there just yet.  That was us...Her in those jeans dude...And how everything was going I could tell that I could hop in her car and go with her over to Doral and do some homework for real.  But I just couldn't...just couldn't...Not when she was "taken" supposedly.  But if she was taking, why was she on us like that...and if we knew she was off the menu, why did I not only want to still look, but also wanted to have a taste?

So we ended up doing the project, which had us in front of the class.  Both of us going back and forth to explain our whatever...I say that cuz I don't remember the project, but I remember this girl and her actions and her very enticing looks she wore and gave.  Afterwards we still were cool.  Even had her in some more classes, and I recall just how she would stare at us when we had to make presentations.  When an angel gives u some of the looks we've gotten...It ain't easy.

Why did we write all this tonight?  No idea really...Maybe, sometimes as in love, life presents you with some situations to test your will, and u have to decide whether to stir up some feathers or to simply stand still.  Yes, this was an opp to be with a super cool girl, and the way she was acting indicated that she wanted to ride a star in our Galaxia.  (I'm gonna have to save that one!!)  But when in life u don't know what to do, sometimes the best thing is to do nothing at all, and let the situation answer itself.  I'm talking to myself on that on.  If she wanted me bad enough, she woulda broke up with her man...simple as that.  I'm not gonna go Captain Save-A-H...on somebody.  Not our M.O.  She was a cool girl...unique experience of many...never to be forgotten.

It will work out.  That's what we're hanging our hat on, and so should you...Now...

I gotta dig through some papers.  I really hope I can find that girl's number!  And the first thang I'm gonna say is...

"What's up!  And please tell me ur wearing those snake teal high heels!!"

Austino Galaxia.

Is $$$ Tha Thang??

Jigga and J. Dupri taught us "Money Ain't A Thang!"  Oh boy!

(The following are gonna be views expressed by Austino Galaxia himself...they are our views, from our personal experiences.  You've been forewarned.)

"You can live like a king for a year...or you can live like a prince forever."

Money.  Money.  Money.

How that classic song from the O'Jays rings so true even on today.  Just got done watching a very, very good ESPN 30 for 30 special on money and athletes and how it can do more harm than good, if you don't use it right.  I already know we're gonna say some personal but real stuff today, so if u don't wanna read this, so be it.  But I have to tell it like it is.  Whew!  Now that that's out of the way, let's see where this is all gonna lead to...

I look at my life and where we are at right now.  There is barely a day that goes by where I'm not thinking about money, or in subtle ways taking a 2 minute peek at our bank account.  Don't know why we are like that...I guess it comes from us being a kid.  My Pops used to have this old school Popeye the sailor man type of bottle.  Think about it as a huge E & J Brandy bottle except it was green, with the Omega Psi Phi fraternity emblem on it, and inside wasn't no alcohol, but it was used as a coin holder.  Man, that bad boy used to get filled up to the tank.  I recall many a Sunday nights at 508 Spring Street, just laying on carpet floor and pouring out the coins as if it were some kind of secret river of life.  Just all the pennies, and nickels and dimes spread out.  And we would just separate them in stacks of tens, and count and count...I guess that's why observing our dineros came from.  It was, I don't know kind of instilled in our system.  Kind of weird.

Money itself isn't dangerous, but it's the love of money that can be so dangerous.  We look around and just the apprearence of money brings so much.  U don't think the Yanks benching A-Rod (As he comes to the plate here in Game 2 of the ALCS...C'mon Alex, get u one, just to shut people up.)...but u don't think money had anything to do with the benching of A-Rod.  With money comes expectations.  You aren't allowed to have bad days, or go through a slump even though others are going through similar situations or are even doing worse.  But when u make the most money, a whole 'nother leve...let me rephrase, when u are supposedly 'have' the most money, certain pressures can be brought upon you.  Externally or even internally, and you begin to feel like you have to perform at a certain level cuz ur bank account says u should.  Just gonna let loose on this issue, cuz we know how it feels in some respects...

Throughout this diary, we talk about us being a recovering shopaholic.  We say this stuff, not because it will make a great TV show, but because it's true!  Not gonna get into the gist of it, u just have to go back 2 some of our old entries, but even on today...God had to reel us in.  I want to spend on some things, but are being led to...wait.  And let me tell you, that's the worse word that can be spoken to somebody who has the means to work some magic on the cash registers.  Who wants to wait, when it's no guarantee that those J's will be in your size on next week?  Or when that sale has a special one day extra discount from 20% off to 21% off?  I love to enjoy life and live it up, but as of late we've been doing some hard thinking about what do we really need, and what can wait and basically how to spend this muhlah.

Throughout this ESPN documentery titled, "Broke", so many issues were discussed from the attraction of being with somebody who's rich, from wild spending, from the pressure of having money, to divorce and child support and to how women react to guys who have tha loot.  Let's talk about wild spending first....

I asked somebody the other day what their dream car is.  I think about that myself, even though in many ways I'm already driving it, but if I could just spend without a cause, what would I buy?  I, myself, as well as the other cool folks who read this, more or likely grew up in the MTV Cribs era.  Didn't it like get you how many of the celebrities just had like 7 or 8 cars?  Besides empty fridges and how hip-hop artists could live in homes that look like a King Arthur get up (Nobody loves cosmo colors like grey, teal or white?  Why brown...ehhh!), that was so surprising.  We've always thought that whenever we get our money right, we're just gonna get ONE sexy ride, and just get a new one every year or just enjoy it.  Who says I can't put miles on a Ferrari or Aston?  It's so easy to spend so outlandishly when u have it.  I cringe sometimes when I think about how much I pay for a lunch, when I could just go to the store and have 3 lunches for the price of just one.  I've bought a lot of things that make me just go, "Why the heck did I spend on that junk?"  Got clothes inside our closet that we still haven't worn or shoes that we've rocked on like 2 times, just because...I ask girls all the time, if u spending $300 or $321 with tax on some heels, u tell me u only gonna wear them once??  But who am I to talk like that when I do the same.  And I think that's the thing, as we look at celebrities, and wonder, "How are they going bankrupt when they got $10 million last year?"  But somebody could be asking us, "How are u asking your folks for some money, when u just got a $70 bonus check in the mail?"  It's the same principles just different scales involved.

Now I'm gonna talk from our heart, if we haven't already.  Gonna get controversial, but...(Two hands making a 'W' sign!)

Divorce.  We are a kid, who I still don't know why, but still believes in true love.  Seen it.  Seen unique couples.  Witnessed outward showings of love and affection.  Dreamed about it.  Yada, yada, yada...one thing that we've always thought about is, if or when we are to get married, would we have a prenuptial agreement in place.  Huh.  Great emotional question...Right when u bring up those two words of Pre-Nup, immediately a few issues spur out of your relationship's harvest.  "Oh, you don't love me?"  "You expect our marriage to fail?"  That's what goes into the conversation.  I was a FIRM believer that no matter what, I wouldn't have one.  Our thinking was, that having a Pre-Nup was placing a sense of negativity around our nuptials.  Just me presenting one to my mate, or having one presented to me (Wouldn't that be nice...) would be insulting or even outraged.  Nowadays, how can we put it...I may be wrong, but in some relationships have been turned into a straight up business arrangement.  What ever happened to the emotion of love?  Here's some money to do your hair...You want a Tiffany jewel, here's a blank check....sometimes the thrill of it isn't just giving somebody money, but it's the actual trip to the store and all planning behind it.  That's what true love does.  That's probably why The Great Matchmaker in the Sky has allowed us to experience all that we have.  Cuz He knows, and now I know, it's gonna take a very, very, very special girl 2 be down with not only us, but also with our lifestyle.  People sometimes change when they "inherit" money or a certain level of fame, and I must have someone who's consistently striving, and to put simple somebody who makes love to my mind, body and soul.  And I'll expect her to want tha same...

They claim nowadays that one person's debt becomes your debt once u get the ball and chain.  That could be from bad investments or that ever present prostitute named Sallie Mae, but once married you have realize that your financial situation, hopefully, becomes one now.  So in saying all that, when we are making the millions of dollars that we will be, I do feel like it may be worth doing some contractual drawings of the protecting of assets.  Divorce laws are different for each state, but for somebody just to wake up and leave cuz a free Chippendale show last night got her hot under the collar...naw says tha kid.  And in some ways, I think that if u present that to ur mate, and he/she has no problem with it, that might just indicate true love cuz they are in it for you, and realize that no matter what there won't be any parasitism involved.  I think this belief has changed just because of our experiences with girls...And speaking of which, we might as well get it out the way now....the next topic that was discussed that I know A LOT about...

Today's gonna be long, just letting u know, but we feel a need to get some of this out, perhaps to help somebody out....

Money and the attraction of the female gender.  What is it with that?  I recall many folks talking about being broker than a two-dollar...and the minute they got paid, all of a sudden all these magicians became attracted to these guys.  Living down here in Miami has taught us so much...Miami is all about the glamour.  Sometimes I really feel like I'm too low key about our physicality or financial state of mind.  Flossing has made everybody a psuedo-dentist down here.  There was a time where, somehow, someway I was digging...sorry, I love TLC so I gotta play this cut, again!...Now we can really write!  There was a time where I was digging a girl or two, and they were mad cute at tha time.  One, I really, really felt like she was the sexiest girl with the entire package we've come across at tha time of publication.  But both of them had quote unquote...quote unquote...quote unquote...boyfriends at the time.  And rumor had it that the guys they were with were in the drug game.  Someone just straight up told me that one of the gals couldn't give up the 'perks' of the lifestyle, even though he was treating her like crap.  How can u not call or check in with a beauty for a whole weekend?  I mean...Toni Braxton help me with this....So here I am thinking these girls like us, and we like them, but it's the lifestyle that keeps them coming like a Dick Wolf drama.  I have that lifestyle myself, but aren't so flamboyant about it.  We can spend too...So I began to think, seriously, do all the hot girls in Miami like these "ballers" or those who appear to be ballin' whether or not they actually are or not.

This is when it gets so wild from the guy perspective, and the flim hit on it.  A lot of what guys do, from what they drive, what they wear, what cologne they buy, what words they say, is all to attract girls and to get them in a sack like Lawrence Taylor!  I say that cuz I've been there and done that...and depending if I'm at a party thrown by Barcardi Rum, still may act like a freakin' poser, just so I can place two fingers in a rosebush.  Now...I gotta talk wild and be real cuz this is serious.  Sometimes us guys figure the only way, and have been taught that the only way to really get a fine girl to give us two seconds or one minute...is to show them that we have a way of taking care of them.  Some girls are attracted to that lifestyle, and 'Yes' you should date up in some ways, just don't base is solely on finances.  What is weird though is how so many girls don't really care about the finances of a guy, at least if he's trying to better himself.  Folks would be surprised...I used to think, man if I didn't do this or have that, she wouldn't even notice me.  Down here in South Beach, with all the glitz and glamour and with which spa ur gonna to next week, being the main topics of discussion instead of world hunger, u can be dooped into that kind of thinking.  "Man, it's like everybody has Benz or a BMW..."   U wonder how somebody can literally eat out EVERY SINGLE NIGHT down here in the beach...but u have to realize that money can't buy u love.  I'm not looking to rent, I rarely try on clothes, so that means that I buy on sight, and also means I'm particular about what I bag and take home with me.  Now if that sentence alone doesn't give me the 2013 Pulitzer Prize in Literature, then the whole council is a sham!!

To make it simple.  Us guys have to be aware of certain temptations that are looking at us, yes...Us....as a target.  Do things for yourself, and not just to impress a gal, or win a silly competition with ur boys on who has the most banging system, and expensive gators...For the girls, don't be attracted to the 'image' but actually get to know tha guy.  Sometimes a guy who looks rich doesn't have or will treat u worth a dime.  And sometimes a straggly guy, is the guy who has the dineros.  As my Grandpa used to say...

"Doctors wear jeans too."

Hold up, I gotta put some food on the stove...

Cooking two meals tonight, so...alright I'm back.

Entourages.  The allure of money can bring out some strange things in people.  We write in this diary about the wild experiences of people approaching us for this or that.  Without conscious...The craziest time was when I was at the drive-thru at Wendy's, sitting on our Vespa scooter, about to get my 3 chili's, with two bake potatoes on, when this guy was asking me for money, like right next to the speaker, dude.  We sense that it's all been a preparation for something.  People ask, but we get asked a lot, and perhaps that's a blessing cuz that shows that we look like we can "help" them.. but when u have a look or when people know how much money u make, things change.  I don't like even talking about specific details about our salary's or how much we pay in rent cuz once u know it's like...different.  "How can he afford that?"  Or "You make such and such, so u can't tell me u don't have it?"  It's like telling everybody in the world that I work for the Miami Heat, which we don't tell to everybody, and them asking for a ticket and we say that game is sold out and they be like, "U work for them, and u can't get a ticket?"  I know other people have expectations put on them cuz of the money they make or the money people think they make.  Getting back to it though...

U have to watch ur inner circle no matter what, and even more when u got chalupas.  I'm used to having people around me, and what I'm getting used to...RIGHT NOW...is some of my guys doing their thing, and adjusting to meeting new people and going places...Malcolm Bonet style...By myself. (That's an inside joke.) When u're used to having people around u, and ur hanging hitting tha town with ur guys and girls, and then u realize they hit it not as frequently as if they were single...Huh, that's a cute sentence as well....it makes u really think about who to trust & invite into ur Last Supper circle...We live in a take and take kind of world.  It's difficult to find someone who will be just because, and not because they are looking for something in return. It's rare matter of fact.  Now it's like if u do this then u owe me this...I joke around about this, but it's for real.  What about liking to be around somebody even if they don't work as a model, or don't drive a 2k ride or not just because they can let u in at a club or throw bomb parties on Ocean Drive.  I just like u cuz...ur you.

We could go on, but we'll stop right here.  How u look upon money will determine how u live ur life.  Period.  Is it the all that be all?  I still look at it as a piece of paper.  Yes, ur life does change once u get a little more that the "need" and things become a affluent want.  But if u don't want to be broke, u better save and invest smartly.  Life is short so u have to enjoy it, but realize that there may come a day when u...I'm debating right now if I should get the League Pass for the NBA.  I could spend....have the money.  But with us living in the Miami Heat market and going to the games...and with them showing plenty of Lakers games on TV, perhaps I should use that otherwise.  And save up more important stuff....

Like that omni-talked about Gucci backpack!

Austino G.

A Hero's Order.

Count Duckula.  One of my all-time favorite cartoons!!

Gonna write just a little bit, not too much, but u never know, as we're watching the Yankees/O's Game 5 here in the ALDS Playoffs...

New York City.  The big stage...we've actually never been to Broadway.  Could you imagine us kicking it in the city of Big Lights?!!  Oh my!  Heard a saying a while back that if u want brains u go to Boston...If you want power, you go to Washington D.C....If you want money, that's right you go to The Big Apple...And of course, it ended by saying if you want sex, well...u come to tha MIA!  Interesting quote, but I think it has some validity to it.  Oh, validity, we pulling out the big words!!  We've been putting away all those comic books and have actually been doing some real reading about life, and just expanding our horizons.  Life is to be lived, and we're making sure we live it up.

Let's make this a little more personal...Ok.  As we write so often in this diary, we're experiencing a life like no other that we know of.  And just all the wacky things we see or happen to us...I was driving on Sunset, boy that so sounds like a California novel, but we got to this school zone.  This happened yesterday...So while we are driving with our windows down, seemingly without a care in the Galaxia...as we're going our legalized 15 mph in this Sesame Street zone, I hear a "Yo!" or something like that, I turn to my right, and this guy who's in a, I don't know, like a old school Explorer, is like, "Bro...you wanna buy some home stereo equipment??"  I'm look over and he's yelling out his window...I tell him, "Naw..."  But he keeps going and says, "I can give to you for a really cheap price."  And I mentally detach myself from the scene, like an episode of Touched By An Angel, and begin to think...Here we are in the middle of traffic, driving mind you, watching our speedometer making sure we don't go over this limit thang that might result in a stun gun incident, and my homeboy is trying to sell me something, which I haven't seen, and more importantly with no place to pull over to do this duffle bag doughboy deal!  I tell him, "No bro..." He drives ahead, and of course he doesn't ask anybody else...just wild.  But that ain't the only solicitation...

"New York, New York" by Frank Sinatra, does that song ever get old?!!  The Yanks just won...cool.  Giants in the NLCS too...I'm gonna have to alter my party schedule this weekend.

So we're walking through the golden streets of South Beach...just past some officers hemming up...I mean, placing some cuffs on this guy, in which truly looked like a scene from Juvenile's  "Set It Off" video...I'm walking thinking about this upcoming workout we have coming up, and as I'm a street up from Espanola Way, I see this gent to my can-a-corn right walking up on me.  Now, I'm incogneed as usual with sunglasses on and stuff, but this guy is like, "Excuse me, what are you listening to?"  So I tell him, "Curtis Mayfield."  (This has to be the only place where someone talks about Sinatra, Juve The Great and Mayfield in a two paragraph span! U gotta love it, right?!!)  But he then goes on into Mayfield being one of the greats of R&B, and then whips out a white CD.  I first looked around wondering if this was the missing information in regards to if Bigfoot was still alive, but I guess it was one of his mixtapes.  He goes on to talk about the Wu-Tang-Clan, and stuff...He asked for some money for the CD.  His price was initially $10, which although I smiled outside...inside I was just thinking, "For $10, I can hit up Burger King for that twofer Original Chicken Sandwich deal, and still have some money left over to put into piggy bank for any future tickets I might get speeding!"  I know I'm not the only one who sometimes is like, "I don't even care about tha ticket, I'll paypal it later, but I gotta get to this chick's house before Vicki tells my secret!!"  I let him go through his spill, cuz I know how it's like to be on that grind tip, but I decline.  He gave me a kind, "God Bless You" even though I didn't sneeze, and we both shared some bro pounds and we were good.  I walk away cool, but yet again, wonder how so many people approach us, out of the blue, and especially when we are in the ultimate "Don't bother me" gear.  We're cool, but I still say nobody, and I mean NOBODY gets stop more wearing headphones as we do...maybe it's some kind of sneak peek into our future...

Today I almost saw somebody "Snap" in the grocery store.  And I'm not making that up, as she was asked one too many times, I guess for a plastic bag, shorty bee hop, walked away literally saying "...I'm about to snap..."  This woman behind me asked me, "What in the heck is going on around here?!!"  She came back, and I was next in line.  So as I crept up there like a kid in the dentist office who just heard screams and a drilling sound .(Is there anybody else who used to look forward to putting that double mouthpiece of Bubble Gum fluoride in your mouth, all the while rocking that sliver chain bib that seemingly never caught any of your drool?!)  I ask homegirl how she was doing, and she gave a "Just kickin' it."  with her head down and in a tone that would of made Bon Qui Qui proud!  I tried to tell her, "Don't let them get to you"...but I've been there, where people just be tripping!  Sometimes it can get to you.  U have to do ur job, but some people can just go overboard, "Let me have the new one dollar bills in synchronized order" or "Why does it cost so much?"

When I used to work at the beach, man we used to get it.  People driving, and borderline trying to take you out with their car.  We've went face-to-face with a lot of people.  From us giving tickets out for illegally parking their space car to walking in on folks having "intercourse" in sand filled bathroom (If u been at any beach u know that u really have to be a freak to be in these stalls and getting busy!) Just so many stories which we may relay upcoming.  But in any service type job working with the public, u can get tested...

I recently been thinking about this, and I may put this to the test.  But, u know what the ultimate way to find out what kind of person somebody is?  Any guesses, no it's not if a guy scratches his toes, and then puts his fingers to his nose to smell them either!  I know somebody was thinking that...but me personally is starting to believe the true tale of a person's personality is.....

How they order a sandwich.

Now I know somebody is looking at this like, 'Galaxia, u're crazy!'  You're right, I am a few bouncing balls short of becoming a champion in Jacks...but if you think about it...it's true!

For instance, if you go to Subway (Free advertisement...from here on out all checks can be mailed to my address at 149,597,870,700 Meters lane.)  But if ur in Subway or Jimmy John's or just at a sit-down, how u place ur sandwich (or lettuce wrap order, forgot I'm in South Beach) says more about u than asking, "What do u like more...The Jetsons or The Flintstones?!!"  Now I'm just your normal egotistical, u better toast the left bun and leave the right bun room temperature type of guy.  So, say I go into Subway...I don't have my request written down.  That's a sure giveaway for..."High Maintenance".  Guys if you go inside and see this fine mama standing there looking like Tyra Banks when she was on The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air, don't approach right away...if she pulls out a piece of paper, then u better have ur Enzo parked outside, cuz this dame knows what she wants...how she wants it...and when she wants it...I see this all the time in Miami (I wonder why???!! Ha, ha!!)...I know this is gonna get me in trouble, but "Oh, well...".  If ur a girl, and see a guy with a list, standing at the counter, then this guy ain't tha one for u, cuz he just won't remember a dag gone thing concerning you from the first time u met to ur nine-day anniversary to the first time u used that 'Cops n' Robbers' set u guys bought at the dollar store...nothing.  So either way, carrying a list, no matter if ur relaying somebody else's order or not, can I guess sometimes be...skeptical.  (That word is so Harvard.)

So Galaxia is in the joint...I like the Egg and Cheese Omelet.  So I order that with Egg Whites, and on Whole Wheat bread, of course...just because if a brotha orders anything else, that extra .26 grams of saturated fat, just might put me over the edge, and since I got a photo shoot coming up in 2014, I can't go out like that! What we then ask for is for our bread to get toasted, but ONLY after all the veggies and add-on as been put on like Young Jeezy!  So right there, that shows that I have a little or a lot of Canon Rebel inside of us.  Going against the 9-grain...Get it?!!  Oh, I need to have my own stand up stage at next year's South Beach Food and Wine Festival!

Alright.  So what do I put on next...threre's a method to any good sandwich, and u must follow it to the exact order of condiments.  Any deviation in the specific order, can have ur sandwich all messed up.  And u may feel tempted to help the person behind the counter by descibing you wishes in terms of proximity to his or her's plastic (Hopefully..) covered hands...but abort that choo choo train of thought, and follow ur plan.  So in this specific order we order...Lettuce, Tomato, Pickles... Spinach...and Pepper.  Now that brings up another great point, if you order some kind of condiment that isn't in the open view of the "normal" public, that means that you know key secrets that could get u ahead in life.  U know the "real deal" and don't tell them to too many other people!  That could be a special cheese to knowing to by ur Summer clothes for next year here in October!  Ok.  so all that gets put into a the toaster.  And you wait those 1:30 seconds for it 2 get toasted.

Now after it comes out.  It can get tricky.  Whatever u do, don't ask the person to cut ur sandwich into little pieces.  It makes them mad, and it really makes u look conceited and snobby ( I just saw this and the sandwich maker was "hot"...She was that too, but in this instance, she was not happy.)....If they ask if u want something else, like a combo or not...go with ur heart.  I'm not gonna touch that one...cuz sometimes u do need so fries or Sun Chips to brighten ur day.

But jokes aside, how u order ur sandwich does make a difference.  What u put on it and how u mix it...Banana Peppers may mean u slip and fall a lot!  Mixing mustard and mayo may mean you're from the West Coast and like to trick out ur ride while listening to E-40!  Ordering ur sam-mich with nothing but the goods on it, may mean u like life simple without all the additives.  Go with ur own personal taste buds...but just know when u place ur order, u are describing urself!  So eat away....

Ok.  Now I'm gonna chill and watch this Heat game from yesterday as they are in China and we have it on DVR...Don't u love technology!!

Anyhows...Bone App E Teeth!

Austino Galaxia.