Just got done talking to Tha Crib, back up in "The Land of Corn" of Indiana. Talked to Pops, and Moms on this Mother's Day. So I guess I need to keep it clean on today...or maybe not. We'll see.
Oh, this diary of ours. It's getting crazy, ain't it?!! We don't even know what's gonna unfold on these pages. Just wanna have some fun, and hopefully express ourselves in a way, that either now or decades from now, will leave whoever reads this to think, "That was kinda cool." So on that note...what's on our mind tonight?
That's a question loaded like a baked potato, really...Um....
We've talked about love and relationships a lot haven't we? Almost too much right? But something is just in tha air, tough to explain...seems like all last week, tha topic was about falling for somebody or having somebody fall for you, who is already in a relationship. Like every song I heard, or as I was reading different things enhanced (Oh, how I love that word!) our thinking on that topic. Even last week, I was thinking about this one girl, who I think is sexy, and has that "IDGAF" (Sorry, but that's diary talk!) attitude, that I love so much in girls. Also, it seems like all these songs and words I was hearing were confirmations to how I already felt. Which is...that sometimes just being real with people, especially if u feel it in tha air, is the best route to go. That doesn't mean to try to sabb...this girl in this Special K commercial is cute as...I aplogize, I got a little sidetracked...but that doesn't mean to try to sabotage relationships or anything. Like, "No". But it does mean, if the moment speaks, to compliment folks who might need to know they are beautiful, even if they are in a relationship or not, and in tha right way, let them know that there are options out there. Cuz sometimes we all can be so focused on one person, that we forget that there is a whole world, and in our case, a whole Galaxy to be explored.
I have a feeling that we are about to get loose, so forgive us, if we do...
I know I'm not supposed to talk about this thang...again...but until I get it right, and until Love is true Love, then I gotta tell it like it is...This is gonna get embarrassing, but...I don't really care anymore cuz this is what's going on in our life, so...let's roll.
The South Beach life. It's a lifestyle like know other on Earth. Literally...We can party til tha break of dawn, and then stumble into work tha next day...We can chill on the sultry sands...Oh, Snap!! We bringing out tha seductive words tonight, oh snap!!...On the sultry sands of the beach, and call in to either our job, or email our professor at school, and tell them, "Like...I'ma like...not a going in on today...cuz like, I'm not feeling well on today..." Only to find a pic of u and ur homeboys and homegirls playing sand Tic-Tac-Toe, South of Fifth, where we tan nude...Everyday, it's like I'm uttering, "I've never seen that before." Something happens that leaves a mark like, "Whoa!" (In my Joey Lawerence voice.) The vibe is ultra-sexy in the neighborhood, u feel like ur on a permanent vaction, and it's super easy to lose focus on what reality life is...or can bring, or something like that.
This is gonna get personal, so if this is ur first time reading us, don't get on tha phone and start gossiping like, "Gurl...u should read what Austino wrote on today." Then again, maybe u should, cuz nowadays I'm learning that its true when they say that, "Any press is good press." But...Anyway...
So a few weeks or months ago, I don't even remember, I came upon this one girl or female, which seemed to be mad cool, sexy beautiful, killer smile, worked out, beach cinnamon tan (Without any tan lines which is lovely, since tan lines can be a easy 'deal-breaker' with me), she had it all...almost too much. Including money...And...I shouldn't have said that last one, anyway, but she seemed cool. And this chick set a landmark in my life, for she was tha, how can I put this...This takes a lot for me to admit, and I hope nobody discounts the courage it takes for me to say this, but this doll, was the first and I think, the only girl I've ever come across whom I thought, "This chick might be on a whole 'nother level, even for me." Whew! That wasn't so bad, but that takes a lot for me to admit that, cuz I don't believe in all this "out of ur league" junk that goes on in life, and especially down here in Miami. So this girl got me to thinking...
How much does love and dating have to do with "stats" and how much has to do with the actual person?
(Note: My fingers just cracked like I'm about to play Sting Quartet No. 16 by Beethoven!)
Me personally, have been "stat" discriminated against, a lot in our life. And, No, that's not the most conceited statement u've heard since Reggie Jackson of those old school 70's Yankees uttered, "I'm tha straw that stirs the drink." It has some truth back on tha back of that. I know my Moms has told me of how some girls are a little mysterious on how to, I guess, approach me. And..
I remember this one time, being at this hole in tha wall place in Illinois, where they serve drinks, the dress is mad casual, and this disco, I mean dance floor was about tha size of A-Rod's bathroom down here in Miami Beach. (Boy, if I had $22 million dollars right now...), and it was packed and folks dancing to songs like that give u directions and instructions like, "To Tha Window...To Tha Wall"...or "Drop down and get your eagle on", and then the part-time DJ would throw in some Aerosmith and Nirvana on, just to keep tha cops from getting too suspicious! U know what I mean, if u don't u gotta get out, cuz it's real out here in America. This night, I was with my boys, doing some "Talent Casting" for a spokes model for my new fragrance "Cherry Popper", Limited Edition...When my boy came back from across tha place, and said that there was some girls that we went to college with inside tha joint, and it was especially this one.
He gave me her name, and I'm like, "Oh, shoot, I think I found my next victim...I mean, spokes model." (J/K!) So my mind began to run through of what this girl looked like tha last time I saw her. She was one of the girls, I wanted to get to "know", notice the lower case, and not "KNOW", just saying. She was medium build, but very athletic cuz she used to work out ALL THA TIME at tha gym on campus. She had like red/slash dirty blond hair, very fair skin, yet some of tha softest skin I've ever made contact with. (Don't ask me how I know, just know that I know what I'm talking from experience on this one.) She reminded me of Jenna Elfman from that show Dharma and Greg, and that now cancelled show 1600 Penn. Plus, on top of that I can honestly say that she had one of the sexiest walks that I've ever seen. It was half goofy, and half-not-knowingly hypnotic. She was a slept-on beauty, which, as u now know...I like.
My boy, came over to me and was like, "Such and such is over there.." I'm like, "Word." Then he told me of how she noticed me over with tha crew, and was asking him, "Is that Austin over there?" He told her, that he was...And then she went on and on, about us, and how basically she didn't know how to walk over to us, just to say, "Hi." My guy, who's always and ever so gangsta, just was straight up with her and told her, "JUST WALK OVER THERE AND SAY 'HI!'! Now she was debating how to approach us, and I didn't know we had touched her heart in that manner (We did have a class together), but for her to be soooo hesitant in that way, not knowing that it was I who thought was mad sexy hot in her heyday...when u get it from that angle so much, ur like, "Ok. Who else may feel this way?" And who else may look at the "stats" of who we are, instead of getting to really know who we are as a person. .U dig...
So what are "stats"? In my opinion, stats can be physical characteristics like a woman's actual measurements, or even a guy's, but girls talk more talk in general terms like, "that guy has a cute butt" or "he has a the prettiest blue eyes that match his smile." Guys are like that as well, but can be more physically defined, I think, we'll say stuff like, "this girl's measurements are 32C-26-34" or "This ----- has one mole on her face and two marks near her waistline, but I'll still hit"...stuff like that. Real talk, real talk...
Stats also can be where u went to college, or even high school...Where u are from?...It certainly can be financial, where I think, in my opinion, it's flip flopped in this realm. I think, guys are more general here, and girls are more specific. Like, a dude would say, "She's has some cash." or "She can take care of herself." (That's a popular one.) Where a girl would be more like, "He makes $100,000 cash" or "He lives in a $1.2 million condo in Brickell Key...Helloooo!" Just my opinion but I think it has some relevance. If u don't think so, email me at poohdaddy21@hotmail.com, and we'll talk! Also, stats can be where u live and sometimes tha stigmas that come with that. Us "South Beach" guys are all players, who party all the time, only care about getting laid, and live in the gym and beach more than we actually live in our own home. "South Beach girls" love to party, are gold-diggers, hang out on somebody's boat or apartment all day, and are spoil brats who get whatever they want, whenever they want it. Both stigmas are not true of all, but they are out there. All the neighborhoods here in Miami, have these false "Stats" u know..."He's from Coral Gables, child u know he got money." or "She lives where? Hialeah? Bro, don't trust any girls who live out there, they're all Chongas I'm telling you." All of this is some bull...Man, if this wasn't Mother's Day...let's just say it's not true.
All these "Stats" that we look at instead of the person themselves. Nowadays, when we meet somebody, what's one of the first things people ask , at the end of the conversation, if u get that far? "Do u have a Facebook?" Now there are some people who want to actually stay in touch, and communicate. But now, I think that most use this social tool to get "Stats" on what that person is about, instead of straight up asking him. Like for instance, when I was on there, since I'm a mysterious type of person, I'm sure some folks, I know some guys since I live in South Beach wanted to see who my "friends" are. What tha bleep really is that? So if I have 400 some odd friends, 250 of them are girls, and 100 of them seemed to be physically attractive, does that mean that I have it more going on than somebody who only has 10 girls as their friends? Or using tha same thing, if I have 75% of my friends of the female perspective, does that mean I'm a player? I mean, I have admitted that I may be tha last of the Playboy breed (Def: One who appreciates a lady, treats her like she wants to be treated, and can stimulate her mind, body, and soul on various topics...and positions. He's not a trickster, he's straight up and real.) But still, u feel me? We look at these "stats" as if they are fact on the person, when sometimes that's just...
It's 9:13pm tonight, the White Sox and Angels are in the 5th inning, so let's get loose a little bit, cuz we've been through this, and other people I know have been through this "Stats" thing, so let's get real.
Another BIG "Stats" thing is who are your friends? Like tha company that u keep? Are ur guys nothing but dudes who like to smash girls and then leave them? Do u hang out with girlfriends who like to get plastered at other guy's expenses, and don't even tell him "ta-ta" for tha drinks? At least flash ur "ta-ta's", I mean, am I the only one who flabbergasted at the price of a Gin and Tonic here in Miami nowdays! We sometimes focus so much on who the friends are of who we want to hook up with, than tha actual person. I got another story, we on it ain't we tonight...
So one night, I'm chillin' up at the American Airlines Arena, basically my 3rd home down here in Miami. I was at a Heat game, when this girl walks up to me. She used to work at tha arena, like in tha Guest Services department, she was mad cool, known her for years, we used to be always joking about life here in Miami, sharing stories about what's poppin' off on a particular night..."I'm in Miami B----!" was tha attitude. So she stopped working at the arena, but I saw her on this particular day. She came over, we exchanged "What's up" and that all those smooches. Somehow, she got to asking me about my love life. She had a glaze in her eyes as she asked me. I told her, what was up, I was single, and all this and that...So she then was like, "I see that u still dressing nice and stuff." Then she went on to tell us how we're like act "cute" and how she knows that we have a lot of girls because, "Cute people hang out with other Cute people". I thought about that quote as she left...
Do we try to improve our status by either hanging out with other people or people who look a certain way? In my experiences, I've seen a lot in terms of a large group of friends. Like a crew who's 6 or 7 deep. Guy or girl. I know if u see a large group of friends, in terms of girls, u usually have Tha Ring Leader who sets things up with tha group...Tha Wild Party One...I'm gonna get in trouble tonight, I know it...The One who's thinks things through, and remains sober...The One who's in a relationship, but still hangs out with her girlfriends...and so on and so on...Same with guys, in a sense as well. But I'm starting not to judge people just by tha company they keep. But by tha person. Does that mean that sometimes that "Birds of a feather flock together" is true? Certainly, it has some kind of merit. But what I'm saying, is that we can define relationships or people by family or friends when in the end it's the person u're interested in that matters. "Man...her mom is so freakin' hot, I know she's gonna age gracefully." or "He comes from a family of Doctor's so I know he's gonna want to be one as well." Watch "Stats" cuz from playing sports, and from love episodes, "Stats" do sometimes lie.
Does Albert Pujols have earmuffs on in this game in Chicago? What tha?... I know it's like in tha 30s up there...
So as I was talking about this girl a few weeks ago, it really got me to thinking in tha only time in my life, "Can even I measure up to what she may be looking for in a man or even a friend?" Ne-yo had that "Miss Independent" song that came out a few years ago, and for men, and for guys with an ego the size of the pancakes from Cracker Barrel, it can be something when u meet somebody who's on ur level. I gotta laugh, cuz us as men or guys always, I don't care who tha flavor of the month, or for sometimes, tha flavor of the week is we want to find some pudding that isn't a trend but one that can become our all-time favorite in that we don't even want...Like, I looove Funfetti Cake (Go Figure!) I may dabble here or there in another kind, but there's only ONE that I would break my diet for, no matter what. DOES ANYBODY FEEL ME ON THIS?
What's hilarious, even for myself, is that we or I talk about meeting this girl who can handle her own mentally, spiritually, financially, physically, and all that, and then when u actually find someone who can do that and even more, it's like, it's like...Tyrese said it best in a song, "I was excited, when I was falling...falling in love with you...now that I've falling...what am I gonna do." Let me play that right now! It can be intimidating for a guy who's not used to having somebody who can...relate. Or who might have more "material" things than even u have...Aw shucks...
How would or did u handle this situation Austino Galaxia? Well, I'm gonna say this, and be done. I went back to tha basics and thought about...
A) "Stats" can lie, and not truly define a person...
B) Was determined more to get to know tha person and form my own opinion...
C) Got excited because I would have to be on my "A" game with this person, which is what u want. U want somebody who can make you better. Didn't Fabo make a song on that?!! (That's crazy how Roselyn Sanchez is tha star in both of those videos...Huh!)
D) And I also realized how special I am, and that I have an infinite things to offer. U may have this or that, but I know for a fact, that there's one area I'm tha best in...and that's having fun. Not too many people can say they are the best in "something". And even if I'm not, tha important thing is that I feel that I am, and in tha end that's what matters anyway. "As a man thinketh...so is he." (Prov. 23:7)
Alright, I'm done. I'm gonna hold what happened between me and this girl, for another time. Maybe I'll share that experience later, but I want to honor her privacy and not spill too much. But don't let "Stats" deter you from real love or making true friendships. Sometimes we can "hype" somebody up so much that we hype them "out" of getting to know them. Quote Unquote "Hot" looking people want to be known for more than just their looks...Or folks who have dinero want at least the opportunity to meet people who like them for them and not just the money or "stats". We have been blessed to know guys and girls from all walks of life, and that's important. I'm fortunate. And if u're in a situation where u don't think ur worthy or are on tha same level as ur mate or future mate. All I can say is...
- Crank up your game and bring something they are lacking to tha table.
- And realize there is only one like u in tha whole world, and act like it. Show them nobody does it like you, and that they may be a "catch" but so are you, and you can prove it...so prove it. If you can't handle it after that, you move on, and u'll find that u'll be appreciated inside somebody else's world...
Notice I said, 'world'...cuz the ultimate level is tha 'Galaxy'. And we all know who owns that...
At least that's what our "Stats" say!
To tha one who likes to have fun, and simply love..
Austino.
Sunday, May 12, 2013
Thursday, May 9, 2013
MBB.
I look into my mental black book,
And what do I once again see.
Names with stars next to them,
Oh, how those memories bring so much glee.
I remember her, I remember that dish,
Seems like yesterday, we sat and came.
I had it going on so much back then,
With a simple snap, stepped another sexy dame.
What's going on tonight though,
These pages now make me want to puke.
Tha names don't get me tingly any more,
If I'm UNC, then they must be Duke.
C'mon let's get it together right now,
You still have the best of the best.
Diamonds, Pearls, u've dugged them all,
Great, now I sound like a diver on tha old show Seaquest.
Have I lost a step, this cannot be so,
My Mojo is still working at a high 10.
Why am I looking at my black book with awe,
Huh, let me do a little reminiscing then.
Music, I need some music,
U know to get tha mood very swa-vay.
Tonight is gonna be super special, I know it,
Haven't felt like this since last Christmas Day.
Tonight we're pulling out our albums, let's see,
Will it be The Bee Gees, or those Motown hits.
Marvin Gaye with get the night very sensual,
So would Sinatra, or even Gladys' Pips.
Man, Frankie is sounding good to my ears,
Yet, a trip in Black Book, calls for one.
Smokey Robinson, yeah, even tha names sounds sexy,
I love tha sound of that record player...now let's have some fun.
Oh, wait, I need something else, something cool,
Something to make my mind clear to just make me think.
Some orange juice, yeah, that's cool, but...
If I was T-Pain or Luda, they would tell me to dig for...
"One More Drink".
Dude, I haven't drunk anything for a few months,
Not since this beauty force me some Vodka dead straight.
That trash was something like ugly gasoline,
Amazing what u do, when a girl throws u her curvy bait.
Can't do it, tonight I need to be sober,
Tonight is gonna be a look at love ultra level.
The stories and lessons are gonna flow like popping VIP bottles,
Yeah, I wanted only one, but somehow I ended up with several.
Alright, only one thing left to do, before I get started,
Let me grab my Galaxy 3 for a photo op.
Click. I like that, this is for my Instagram,
Do it now, cuz once I get going I won't stop.
Haven't opened this baby up in a while,
Shouldn't even do it on this Thursday night.
Just seeing some of those listed can bring me pain,
So much that I don't want their name printed in my sight.
Nobody knows I have one,
What if my future wife knows that I'm doing this.
Who she walk away? Will we go out again?
Could it be her sexy laugh that I'll miss?
Whatever, she's not here, I'm just by myself,
This is tha last time I will ever do this feat.
One huge breath, let's open up to page one,
These girls were so fine, like a prime cut of steak meat.
These lessons have made me stronger,
Enough talking let me just randomly flip.
Ah...Stop! Right there, I remember her,
She was tha one who showed me what not to sip.
How could I not want her?
Tan, curly hair, and cool as a Winter Pillow side.
Was her smoking excessively really a problem I couldn't handle,
That couldn't stop our kite from taking a simple glide.
Her dancing at tha club, to my club favorite,
"Face down...(Butt) Up...that's tha way I like to..."
Then she had these crystal blue eyes that sparkled,
She had her own money, she didn't even need my two bucks.
The timing wasn't right for us to be together,
Heck, I should write that in my diary for people to see.
I'm not gonna write in my diary, at least not tonight,
But if I did, lesson number one is...
Sometimes it's simply not meant to be.
Love is talked about too much in my diary anyway,
Why have I gone through so much, u know.
Look a here, this was another lesson to be learned,
One about love and tha allure of dough.
This girl was sexy too, amazing as I think about her,
These Megan Fox features, and a little tall.
A smile that was flawless, and a personality to match,
How often did her presence almost make both of us fall.
She had a man, or lived with somebody,
I don't know, somewhere off of like Brickell Key.
The stuff she would tell me, all in private,
Made wanna tell her, "Girl, u simply just need to flee."
Another girl, told me straight up, "Don't mess with her",
But she didn't see how we both had rhythm like Connect Four.
Just because u know that something is locked,
Doesn't mean u still can't knock on tha door?!
It seems like all the good girls are always taken,
And if not, then somebody always has that, "but...".
Not talking about those Miami curves,
Just tha deal breakers that once made me close love's opening shut.
Let's see...she's beautiful, but she don't speak no english,
Ah, that girl was like from Iran, saw her at breakfast eating like a Danish.
My boy told me, "Bro, she only knows like four words of English",
I said, "We're a perfect fit, cuz I only know four words of Spanish!"
Oh, these memories going threw this Black Book,
Seems like yesterday, but one thing is certain.
You have to go through all these steps, it's a must,
If u wanna see who awaits behind Love's last curtain.
I think that's what we've been trying to share, yeah,
It hasn't been a brag or a loud boast.
It's just that u have experience lessons, whether u want to or not,
And those lessons can take you from coast to coast.
Wow! I remember this girl from up like near Portland,
We spoke via email and Skype, except with no picture feed.
Knew she was cool, but was hesitant about getting to know her,
Thinking, "Shall I proceed...Yes indeed!"
Have u ever communicated to somebody like this?
Like talking on ur Vaio, simply to a dark black screen?
U knew she looked good, long volleyball legs, and a smile,
I wish I had that crystal ball made by Keane.
That would have told me that time difference is difficult,
Not impossible, but it's almost like night and day.
When she's just waking up for work,
I'm already at the beach for play.
But, once again, u gotta go through it, for urself,
For a possible long term friendship to end can be murder she wrote.
Yet, "To win some, u gotta lose some."
I wonder who came up with that very true quote.
This book is wild, so beat up too,
Yep, I knew I will come upon this girl who was a five-star.
She was the first girl I even wrote about in my diary,
"A Columbian Beauty", can some of u even think back that far?!!
Took me awhile to get over this one,
One of the few who I can honestly say looked like a future Ms. Galaxy.
We both, not kidding, fell hard for each other,
Hers was the only face that I could even see.
Smarts, Charisma, Attitude,
All three up to tha upper max.
Then she was flat out a beauty, like a video vixen,
Just thinking about her now makes me wanna do 50 jumping jacks.
She had a man...yada, yada, yada,
They'll have to read tha story for themselves for the rest.
I think I left it open, but we didn't get together,
Honestly, that was Galaxia's greatest test.
Or was it this girl, whom I also wrote about,
One that told me "I Love You" on that unforgettable day.
Another girl whom we shared some strong feeling for,
She has four stars next to her name...and tha funny thing is,..
This chick was gay!
Could you fall for somebody who said they like other girls,
Yes u can. And I'm not just talking some fake bliss.
We saw movies, went out to dinner on some nights,
This doll even gave me my first 3-in-1 kiss.
I'll let ur imagination run on that one,
She was one of the coolest gals I ever met.
Electricity filled the air whenever we were in each other's presence,
But I had to move to Miami, and God's date was stone set.
Ok, now! We're cooking now,
Smokey is now humming out "Tears of a Clown"!
Why did I have to see this girl's name in this book,
Now my mood has gone from up to down.
This one wanted me to simply get to one of my boys,
How can u be so cruel to this fun kid?
Did everything right, yet she played me for a fool,
I didn't even wanna bring out my Sex Pistol...btw its named Vicious Sid.
U live and learn, that's life,
No grudges are need to held for years on end.
All that does is have you drinking Boone's Farm,
While watching No Ma'am meetings ...all in tha comforts of ur den.
Then u have this girl, named Maria.
She holds a distinction like no one else in the world.
For this girl is tha only one to put me in temporary retirement from love,
It took me like a year before I could even trust God or another girl.
U ask God, well I'll tell you,
Because before I talked to her, I wanted to be super sure.
Asking God, "Is this who u want me go after."
He told me, "YES!", and my plans began to hit tha floor.
After she drugged me through what she put me threw,
Tha Kid was left teary eyed, and in absolute total pain.
"I'm tired of this BS" was constantly in my heart,
It's no use in putting forth the effort with no future gain.
2 make matters worse is that she began to date this guy,
One that I worked with, and even knew.
I had to listen to him talk about how awesome this girl was,
Just to hear his words made me wish I had tha F'ing flu.
Yet, after all that madness, something happened,
I got stronger, and could even look her dead in her eye.
Now she began to not to even want to look at me,
Ain't it amazing how tha guilty ones can turn out to be so shy.
If I could survive that, I could survive anything,
And our confidence began to...weirdly grow strong.
Patient, and let it come to you, was our rallying cry,
If u're sexy, love will find you...it hit me on tha head like, "Ding Dong!"
Let me pause to put on something else on tha speakers,
Mya...Usher...I'm in tha mood for Britney's Blackout, which is great.
"Gimme More" is my all-time anthem for life,
Going through this book shows me I have many types that I would date.
I cannot stand for somebody to be close minded,
Not to sound conceited, but u limit tha field by 75 percent.
Its tha person, not tha color, or even tha shape that matters in tha long run,
Perfection is ideal, but sometimes u might just get a Ferrari with a small dent.
Dang. I forgot about these girls here,
How could I when they came at me in packs.
What is a guy to do when not one is gawking at you,
But when two...three or four wanna put u in tha sack.
Let's see, that foursome at tha Triple A, were cool,
Been awhile since I've beheld the attention of a quad of queens.
For real, they were super cool, and beautifully made,
I have to laugh cuz they might not been the best group I've seen.
How about on Meridian Ave., that steaming hot day,
When I was going to work out, until I heard a dames in distress call.
They locked themselves out of their apartment building,
All four of them looked like mannequins from Aventura Mall.
So I got all sweaty with them,
With tha only way up into the tall window was by push.
I'll never forget that beach babe, simply for tha fact,
She so willingly let me put my hands on her toosh!
Wild, man, if I was writing all this in my diary,
Somebody would be getting all bored from this talk.
Whatever, its what's gone on in our life, not made up,
I gotta laugh, this was another all-star that I met on a walk.
Walking down here in South Beach, I was heading home,
Until I came upon this girl who needed help moving a couch.
Her man was right there with her, but she was all up on us,
To be her boyfriend and see this go on...."Ouch!"
So after we helped with tha couch, this brunette babe walked on me,
Told me "Thank You sooo much", all with a smile.
Next she put her boobs on me, began to rub and feel on my abs,
And kissed me for real, and truly it all raised my dial.
As my guys would say, this girl is "hot as ----",
And she's putting me in this tough ordeal with her boyfriend.
That's not tha only time I've had a female come on me after some help,
For this 3-star dame, where do I begin.
This woman caught my eye from a block away,
My mind wandered like, "Who is That?"
Coke bottles, and Suzy-Q's is what ran through my mind at her sight,
And I guess also, "Why does South Beach have so many black cats?"
I hit my block on Jefferson, and she yells to me,
To come over to give her some help.
We put our things in our place, and went back out,
Wondering how Cupid is gonna review this episode on Yelp!
This woman was older than me,
But I could only imagine here in her Miami Party prime.
How she talked, and how she smiled at us,
She's been through tha game...and I know she was a pure Dime.
We help her out, inside her apartment, and then,
All Temptation Island broke flat out loose.
She told me if I needed help let her know, and how handsome I am,
I had a tough decision to make, especially as I peeked at her caboose.
I declined, but not as she kept coming after me,
Running down the stairs asking, "Where I'm from?"
Dude, I had to get out of there cuz she was on me hard,
Remember guys to ALWAYS call Jimmy before u come! (U better smile at that one!)
This black book, I tell ya,
Why did we have to go through all this carrying on?
We just wanted to find a simple girl who loves life,
A marathon runner who also knows how to handle tha baton.
These names bring back memories,
With stories that are now becoming something of epic nature.
We've told a lot in our diary, but we STILL have some left,
Our life is better than any Jackie Collins pager.
I think I know why, and I might need some paper for this,
Let me tear out a sheet or two.
This has been a wild night, just me and our little black book,
Ain't it funny how time has just flew.
Where's my black pen, that's all I can use for this,
This is something that I need to remember just for me.
Love is more than sex...Dating is more than a kiss,
Height or weight is not tha end all, nor is a cup that ends in "D".
Found it. Ok. Now I'm where I want to be with Love,
So let me gather a few lessons, to never be shared again.
This is private, and not to be shared with others,
Let's make it true to women and men.
Timing is everything. Love is in the eye of the beholder.
U can't make somebody see the beauty in you.
Just because something's good for you, doesn't mean somebody still wants it,
Nobody eats apples everyday, even though the doctor says just one will do.
What else? Oh yes, I used to want somebody who I can glaze at,
Somebody who's attention I can always have.
Now I want somebody who looks not at me, but in tha same direction as me,
Glazing eyes sometimes blink, but looking together outward are where dreams grab.
Pain is good. Tears are necessity.
If u don't know how bad it is, how can you appreciate tha good?
U learn about things u don't even wanna know about urself,
To ace tha exam, u first have to have long nights of study...at least u should.
I've made, I wouldn't say mistakes, but certain moves,
Ones that I wouldn't do ever again.
Since I'm hear writing on this paper,
Might as well confess, shyly about me committing love's sin.
Don't grab a girl by tha hand if u don't know her,
That mistake can cost you and u look like a slob.
Also, don't beat around tha bush when u wanna get with a girl,
Be honest, tell straight up, "My name isn't a surname for Robert...it's actually Bob."
Here's another one, don't try to impress a girl so much,
In that she has to think too hard to make up her mind.
I once came at a girl, by writing a love letter, backwards,
She declined the invitation, but did keep tha letter, which was fine.
Be open to age, race, and any other barriers,
That can prevent u from making friends and finding true love.
I remember being in College, and interacting with this High School chick,
It was like into her arms I was being pushed and shoved.
A sexy dance here, seeing her in her cheerleading outfit there,
Was I gonna become a part of La famila de Italiano?
Stephanie if u ever read this, got nuthing but love for u gurl,
To see how u move, makes me want to watch reruns of that MTV Hills show.
Don't be afraid, cuz u never know who's been checking you out,
Many times I've seen and heard of this being so true.
I always believe, there will come a moment where it's just you and that person alone,
From there, only you can tell you what to do.
The "In a relationship" thang...Ehh...I've commented before,
In our diary, I think I talked about this last.
Be real with folks, don't try to break up relationships or what not,
But a simple appreciation and word can make a sour attitude turn fast.
Now I recall this one woman being in a relationship with her man,
And I was asking all the questions short of, "Are ur panties blue or pink?"
She knew where I was heading, could feel it in tha air,
This woman, may I add, knew what to say and think.
Absolutely a gem of a doll, I knew that already,
From the moment I met her I didn't even have to guess.
Little did I know that my conversation would have such an impact on her,
Get this...after we talked, she changed her ENTIRE STYLE AND DRESS!
Like the change was immediate, and I believe,
Even has she talked about love, she was having some doubt.
If I could make somebody's else's day, and make her feel like a woman again,
Well, Lord ham mercy, that truly deserves a shout!
I don't know everything about love,
We've just been forced to tell our story.
Through diaries, through conversations that's all,
It's tha lessons, and not me that gets all the glory.
That's it with this piece of paper,
I now have to get some rest.
Let me pick up this thang one more time,
There have been others before, but I think this black thang is tha best.
Julie...Amel...Monique...
All I've learned through you.
As I flip through these pages one last time,
How many Amy's are in here, there's let me see...one...two...
These girls have given me inspiration, and lesson unknown,
And now I hope somebody else doesn't throw in tha towel.
It can be crazy I know, but just hold on a little longer,
Before u hit a home run, u may have to hit a few balls foul.
The day is coming soon, where these words I say,
Won't be so accessible, as in from my heart.
One day u'll open up my diary and see, "I'm done.",
With me moving on to that well-prepared next star part.
Remember u have to go through whatever u're going through,
Consider urself special because u've been chosen to be tested in this manner.
Last I checked it took Jordan seven seasons,
Before he finally was able to hoist that Championship banner.
Ur right there, and now isn't tha time 2 give in,
Not before the whole well is about to open like never before.
Recently u've been simply getting in shape for ur future, that's all,
Sometimes when u life weights, and get better, afterwards u end a little sore.
Now me personally am going into the next stage of my life,
Which is why tonight is so special, like a celebration of sort.
Could be deemed a long process to some, but...
Don't forget, cherish this when Galaxia holds court.
For when it ends, it ends, and let me tell you right now,
When I walk away, you'll be turning u head,
Just to get one more look.
I've given u my soul....And poems galore,
2nite though I've given u the most personal thing in my life...
With honor, I now give you...
My Black Book.
And what do I once again see.
Names with stars next to them,
Oh, how those memories bring so much glee.
I remember her, I remember that dish,
Seems like yesterday, we sat and came.
I had it going on so much back then,
With a simple snap, stepped another sexy dame.
What's going on tonight though,
These pages now make me want to puke.
Tha names don't get me tingly any more,
If I'm UNC, then they must be Duke.
C'mon let's get it together right now,
You still have the best of the best.
Diamonds, Pearls, u've dugged them all,
Great, now I sound like a diver on tha old show Seaquest.
Have I lost a step, this cannot be so,
My Mojo is still working at a high 10.
Why am I looking at my black book with awe,
Huh, let me do a little reminiscing then.
Music, I need some music,
U know to get tha mood very swa-vay.
Tonight is gonna be super special, I know it,
Haven't felt like this since last Christmas Day.
Tonight we're pulling out our albums, let's see,
Will it be The Bee Gees, or those Motown hits.
Marvin Gaye with get the night very sensual,
So would Sinatra, or even Gladys' Pips.
Man, Frankie is sounding good to my ears,
Yet, a trip in Black Book, calls for one.
Smokey Robinson, yeah, even tha names sounds sexy,
I love tha sound of that record player...now let's have some fun.
Oh, wait, I need something else, something cool,
Something to make my mind clear to just make me think.
Some orange juice, yeah, that's cool, but...
If I was T-Pain or Luda, they would tell me to dig for...
"One More Drink".
Dude, I haven't drunk anything for a few months,
Not since this beauty force me some Vodka dead straight.
That trash was something like ugly gasoline,
Amazing what u do, when a girl throws u her curvy bait.
Can't do it, tonight I need to be sober,
Tonight is gonna be a look at love ultra level.
The stories and lessons are gonna flow like popping VIP bottles,
Yeah, I wanted only one, but somehow I ended up with several.
Alright, only one thing left to do, before I get started,
Let me grab my Galaxy 3 for a photo op.
Click. I like that, this is for my Instagram,
Do it now, cuz once I get going I won't stop.
Haven't opened this baby up in a while,
Shouldn't even do it on this Thursday night.
Just seeing some of those listed can bring me pain,
So much that I don't want their name printed in my sight.
Nobody knows I have one,
What if my future wife knows that I'm doing this.
Who she walk away? Will we go out again?
Could it be her sexy laugh that I'll miss?
Whatever, she's not here, I'm just by myself,
This is tha last time I will ever do this feat.
One huge breath, let's open up to page one,
These girls were so fine, like a prime cut of steak meat.
These lessons have made me stronger,
Enough talking let me just randomly flip.
Ah...Stop! Right there, I remember her,
She was tha one who showed me what not to sip.
How could I not want her?
Tan, curly hair, and cool as a Winter Pillow side.
Was her smoking excessively really a problem I couldn't handle,
That couldn't stop our kite from taking a simple glide.
Her dancing at tha club, to my club favorite,
"Face down...(Butt) Up...that's tha way I like to..."
Then she had these crystal blue eyes that sparkled,
She had her own money, she didn't even need my two bucks.
The timing wasn't right for us to be together,
Heck, I should write that in my diary for people to see.
I'm not gonna write in my diary, at least not tonight,
But if I did, lesson number one is...
Sometimes it's simply not meant to be.
Love is talked about too much in my diary anyway,
Why have I gone through so much, u know.
Look a here, this was another lesson to be learned,
One about love and tha allure of dough.
This girl was sexy too, amazing as I think about her,
These Megan Fox features, and a little tall.
A smile that was flawless, and a personality to match,
How often did her presence almost make both of us fall.
She had a man, or lived with somebody,
I don't know, somewhere off of like Brickell Key.
The stuff she would tell me, all in private,
Made wanna tell her, "Girl, u simply just need to flee."
Another girl, told me straight up, "Don't mess with her",
But she didn't see how we both had rhythm like Connect Four.
Just because u know that something is locked,
Doesn't mean u still can't knock on tha door?!
It seems like all the good girls are always taken,
And if not, then somebody always has that, "but...".
Not talking about those Miami curves,
Just tha deal breakers that once made me close love's opening shut.
Let's see...she's beautiful, but she don't speak no english,
Ah, that girl was like from Iran, saw her at breakfast eating like a Danish.
My boy told me, "Bro, she only knows like four words of English",
I said, "We're a perfect fit, cuz I only know four words of Spanish!"
Oh, these memories going threw this Black Book,
Seems like yesterday, but one thing is certain.
You have to go through all these steps, it's a must,
If u wanna see who awaits behind Love's last curtain.
I think that's what we've been trying to share, yeah,
It hasn't been a brag or a loud boast.
It's just that u have experience lessons, whether u want to or not,
And those lessons can take you from coast to coast.
Wow! I remember this girl from up like near Portland,
We spoke via email and Skype, except with no picture feed.
Knew she was cool, but was hesitant about getting to know her,
Thinking, "Shall I proceed...Yes indeed!"
Have u ever communicated to somebody like this?
Like talking on ur Vaio, simply to a dark black screen?
U knew she looked good, long volleyball legs, and a smile,
I wish I had that crystal ball made by Keane.
That would have told me that time difference is difficult,
Not impossible, but it's almost like night and day.
When she's just waking up for work,
I'm already at the beach for play.
But, once again, u gotta go through it, for urself,
For a possible long term friendship to end can be murder she wrote.
Yet, "To win some, u gotta lose some."
I wonder who came up with that very true quote.
This book is wild, so beat up too,
Yep, I knew I will come upon this girl who was a five-star.
She was the first girl I even wrote about in my diary,
"A Columbian Beauty", can some of u even think back that far?!!
Took me awhile to get over this one,
One of the few who I can honestly say looked like a future Ms. Galaxy.
We both, not kidding, fell hard for each other,
Hers was the only face that I could even see.
Smarts, Charisma, Attitude,
All three up to tha upper max.
Then she was flat out a beauty, like a video vixen,
Just thinking about her now makes me wanna do 50 jumping jacks.
She had a man...yada, yada, yada,
They'll have to read tha story for themselves for the rest.
I think I left it open, but we didn't get together,
Honestly, that was Galaxia's greatest test.
Or was it this girl, whom I also wrote about,
One that told me "I Love You" on that unforgettable day.
Another girl whom we shared some strong feeling for,
She has four stars next to her name...and tha funny thing is,..
This chick was gay!
Could you fall for somebody who said they like other girls,
Yes u can. And I'm not just talking some fake bliss.
We saw movies, went out to dinner on some nights,
This doll even gave me my first 3-in-1 kiss.
I'll let ur imagination run on that one,
She was one of the coolest gals I ever met.
Electricity filled the air whenever we were in each other's presence,
But I had to move to Miami, and God's date was stone set.
Ok, now! We're cooking now,
Smokey is now humming out "Tears of a Clown"!
Why did I have to see this girl's name in this book,
Now my mood has gone from up to down.
This one wanted me to simply get to one of my boys,
How can u be so cruel to this fun kid?
Did everything right, yet she played me for a fool,
I didn't even wanna bring out my Sex Pistol...btw its named Vicious Sid.
U live and learn, that's life,
No grudges are need to held for years on end.
All that does is have you drinking Boone's Farm,
While watching No Ma'am meetings ...all in tha comforts of ur den.
Then u have this girl, named Maria.
She holds a distinction like no one else in the world.
For this girl is tha only one to put me in temporary retirement from love,
It took me like a year before I could even trust God or another girl.
U ask God, well I'll tell you,
Because before I talked to her, I wanted to be super sure.
Asking God, "Is this who u want me go after."
He told me, "YES!", and my plans began to hit tha floor.
After she drugged me through what she put me threw,
Tha Kid was left teary eyed, and in absolute total pain.
"I'm tired of this BS" was constantly in my heart,
It's no use in putting forth the effort with no future gain.
2 make matters worse is that she began to date this guy,
One that I worked with, and even knew.
I had to listen to him talk about how awesome this girl was,
Just to hear his words made me wish I had tha F'ing flu.
Yet, after all that madness, something happened,
I got stronger, and could even look her dead in her eye.
Now she began to not to even want to look at me,
Ain't it amazing how tha guilty ones can turn out to be so shy.
If I could survive that, I could survive anything,
And our confidence began to...weirdly grow strong.
Patient, and let it come to you, was our rallying cry,
If u're sexy, love will find you...it hit me on tha head like, "Ding Dong!"
Let me pause to put on something else on tha speakers,
Mya...Usher...I'm in tha mood for Britney's Blackout, which is great.
"Gimme More" is my all-time anthem for life,
Going through this book shows me I have many types that I would date.
I cannot stand for somebody to be close minded,
Not to sound conceited, but u limit tha field by 75 percent.
Its tha person, not tha color, or even tha shape that matters in tha long run,
Perfection is ideal, but sometimes u might just get a Ferrari with a small dent.
Dang. I forgot about these girls here,
How could I when they came at me in packs.
What is a guy to do when not one is gawking at you,
But when two...three or four wanna put u in tha sack.
Let's see, that foursome at tha Triple A, were cool,
Been awhile since I've beheld the attention of a quad of queens.
For real, they were super cool, and beautifully made,
I have to laugh cuz they might not been the best group I've seen.
How about on Meridian Ave., that steaming hot day,
When I was going to work out, until I heard a dames in distress call.
They locked themselves out of their apartment building,
All four of them looked like mannequins from Aventura Mall.
So I got all sweaty with them,
With tha only way up into the tall window was by push.
I'll never forget that beach babe, simply for tha fact,
She so willingly let me put my hands on her toosh!
Wild, man, if I was writing all this in my diary,
Somebody would be getting all bored from this talk.
Whatever, its what's gone on in our life, not made up,
I gotta laugh, this was another all-star that I met on a walk.
Walking down here in South Beach, I was heading home,
Until I came upon this girl who needed help moving a couch.
Her man was right there with her, but she was all up on us,
To be her boyfriend and see this go on...."Ouch!"
So after we helped with tha couch, this brunette babe walked on me,
Told me "Thank You sooo much", all with a smile.
Next she put her boobs on me, began to rub and feel on my abs,
And kissed me for real, and truly it all raised my dial.
As my guys would say, this girl is "hot as ----",
And she's putting me in this tough ordeal with her boyfriend.
That's not tha only time I've had a female come on me after some help,
For this 3-star dame, where do I begin.
This woman caught my eye from a block away,
My mind wandered like, "Who is That?"
Coke bottles, and Suzy-Q's is what ran through my mind at her sight,
And I guess also, "Why does South Beach have so many black cats?"
I hit my block on Jefferson, and she yells to me,
To come over to give her some help.
We put our things in our place, and went back out,
Wondering how Cupid is gonna review this episode on Yelp!
This woman was older than me,
But I could only imagine here in her Miami Party prime.
How she talked, and how she smiled at us,
She's been through tha game...and I know she was a pure Dime.
We help her out, inside her apartment, and then,
All Temptation Island broke flat out loose.
She told me if I needed help let her know, and how handsome I am,
I had a tough decision to make, especially as I peeked at her caboose.
I declined, but not as she kept coming after me,
Running down the stairs asking, "Where I'm from?"
Dude, I had to get out of there cuz she was on me hard,
Remember guys to ALWAYS call Jimmy before u come! (U better smile at that one!)
This black book, I tell ya,
Why did we have to go through all this carrying on?
We just wanted to find a simple girl who loves life,
A marathon runner who also knows how to handle tha baton.
These names bring back memories,
With stories that are now becoming something of epic nature.
We've told a lot in our diary, but we STILL have some left,
Our life is better than any Jackie Collins pager.
I think I know why, and I might need some paper for this,
Let me tear out a sheet or two.
This has been a wild night, just me and our little black book,
Ain't it funny how time has just flew.
Where's my black pen, that's all I can use for this,
This is something that I need to remember just for me.
Love is more than sex...Dating is more than a kiss,
Height or weight is not tha end all, nor is a cup that ends in "D".
Found it. Ok. Now I'm where I want to be with Love,
So let me gather a few lessons, to never be shared again.
This is private, and not to be shared with others,
Let's make it true to women and men.
Timing is everything. Love is in the eye of the beholder.
U can't make somebody see the beauty in you.
Just because something's good for you, doesn't mean somebody still wants it,
Nobody eats apples everyday, even though the doctor says just one will do.
What else? Oh yes, I used to want somebody who I can glaze at,
Somebody who's attention I can always have.
Now I want somebody who looks not at me, but in tha same direction as me,
Glazing eyes sometimes blink, but looking together outward are where dreams grab.
Pain is good. Tears are necessity.
If u don't know how bad it is, how can you appreciate tha good?
U learn about things u don't even wanna know about urself,
To ace tha exam, u first have to have long nights of study...at least u should.
I've made, I wouldn't say mistakes, but certain moves,
Ones that I wouldn't do ever again.
Since I'm hear writing on this paper,
Might as well confess, shyly about me committing love's sin.
Don't grab a girl by tha hand if u don't know her,
That mistake can cost you and u look like a slob.
Also, don't beat around tha bush when u wanna get with a girl,
Be honest, tell straight up, "My name isn't a surname for Robert...it's actually Bob."
Here's another one, don't try to impress a girl so much,
In that she has to think too hard to make up her mind.
I once came at a girl, by writing a love letter, backwards,
She declined the invitation, but did keep tha letter, which was fine.
Be open to age, race, and any other barriers,
That can prevent u from making friends and finding true love.
I remember being in College, and interacting with this High School chick,
It was like into her arms I was being pushed and shoved.
A sexy dance here, seeing her in her cheerleading outfit there,
Was I gonna become a part of La famila de Italiano?
Stephanie if u ever read this, got nuthing but love for u gurl,
To see how u move, makes me want to watch reruns of that MTV Hills show.
Don't be afraid, cuz u never know who's been checking you out,
Many times I've seen and heard of this being so true.
I always believe, there will come a moment where it's just you and that person alone,
From there, only you can tell you what to do.
The "In a relationship" thang...Ehh...I've commented before,
In our diary, I think I talked about this last.
Be real with folks, don't try to break up relationships or what not,
But a simple appreciation and word can make a sour attitude turn fast.
Now I recall this one woman being in a relationship with her man,
And I was asking all the questions short of, "Are ur panties blue or pink?"
She knew where I was heading, could feel it in tha air,
This woman, may I add, knew what to say and think.
Absolutely a gem of a doll, I knew that already,
From the moment I met her I didn't even have to guess.
Little did I know that my conversation would have such an impact on her,
Get this...after we talked, she changed her ENTIRE STYLE AND DRESS!
Like the change was immediate, and I believe,
Even has she talked about love, she was having some doubt.
If I could make somebody's else's day, and make her feel like a woman again,
Well, Lord ham mercy, that truly deserves a shout!
I don't know everything about love,
We've just been forced to tell our story.
Through diaries, through conversations that's all,
It's tha lessons, and not me that gets all the glory.
That's it with this piece of paper,
I now have to get some rest.
Let me pick up this thang one more time,
There have been others before, but I think this black thang is tha best.
Julie...Amel...Monique...
All I've learned through you.
As I flip through these pages one last time,
How many Amy's are in here, there's let me see...one...two...
These girls have given me inspiration, and lesson unknown,
And now I hope somebody else doesn't throw in tha towel.
It can be crazy I know, but just hold on a little longer,
Before u hit a home run, u may have to hit a few balls foul.
The day is coming soon, where these words I say,
Won't be so accessible, as in from my heart.
One day u'll open up my diary and see, "I'm done.",
With me moving on to that well-prepared next star part.
Remember u have to go through whatever u're going through,
Consider urself special because u've been chosen to be tested in this manner.
Last I checked it took Jordan seven seasons,
Before he finally was able to hoist that Championship banner.
Ur right there, and now isn't tha time 2 give in,
Not before the whole well is about to open like never before.
Recently u've been simply getting in shape for ur future, that's all,
Sometimes when u life weights, and get better, afterwards u end a little sore.
Now me personally am going into the next stage of my life,
Which is why tonight is so special, like a celebration of sort.
Could be deemed a long process to some, but...
Don't forget, cherish this when Galaxia holds court.
For when it ends, it ends, and let me tell you right now,
When I walk away, you'll be turning u head,
Just to get one more look.
I've given u my soul....And poems galore,
2nite though I've given u the most personal thing in my life...
With honor, I now give you...
My Black Book.
Tuesday, May 7, 2013
Excuse Me Miss.
And....we're back.
Alright. I'm anticipating this post, just as much as you are, because we feel something "special" is in the air. Just have to be patient here, and let our Editor in The Sky lead us how He sees fit. I'm just a simply yet very complexed kid who just wants to have fun and love. That's all. Its repetitive, I know, but that basically sums us all up. Its not about the money or looks or fame, that really gets us going, it's all about learning and creating the best version of us possible. Hopefully share a few stories, no matter how embarrassing they may get, but that's who we are. As we've said before, I have yet to have anyone write about their ascension to the top yet. It's all after-tha-fact. But we feel like, and felt like why not put ourself out there and keep this thang as real as possible. Right now, we feel like we're in that "uh-huh" stage of our life. When all that u've been through, and all the difficult lessons that...
Well, I guess that's tha spill on today, and for me, myself and I. Here we go...again....
Nuthin' good comes easy. Huh.
This is a diary, right?!! So I can write this thang like it's just me and a piece of paper since if this wasn't plastered in Cyberspace, this is what I'll be writing about anyway. Might as well, talk real on 2nite...
Recently we've been talking a lot about our "fire", I guess so to speak. We don't talk about this to brag, or even to get symphony letters or anything. We just talk about this thang because it's what's developed inside of us...and not by choice either.
We've always been an emotional guy. Whether playing hoops through high school and through college. I was fortunate to be captain of our teams some years. Huh. We thought the other day how there may not be too many, if any, who can honestly say that they arguably played on the best teams in their school's history. We're blessed to say that in regards to 8th grade (Undefeated team)...Freshman...JV...High School...and even college (Actually top 2 teams in our college's history). That's kind of cool, and a blessing at tha same time. On tha court, and in many ways we were that emotional leader for tha squad. Whether in tha huddle, or trying to keep teammates motivated, that's just who we were. And while playing, we'd be diving on tha court, trying to put on a show with no-look passes, do anything to get people involve and to feel the emotion of tha game. I don't know where this is heading, but let's tough it out.
But life is krazy. Over tha last "cough, cough" years, it seems like tha things that mean and have meant tha most to me, have giving me the toughest, how shall I say this...I guess challenges, or lessons, or to be honest pain. Those two things were...
Love and Basketball.
That was a great movie back in tha day two...Those two areas, that I loved and appreciated since seemingly birth, were tha areas that God allowed to test me...HARD! Sometimes they even intertwined, I mean, I can recall my Senior day game, which is tha last home game of the season in college. With my Moms and Pops in tha hizzle. For that game, some students wore jerseys of some of the seniors on tha squad. Everybody was represented, even some dudes who weren't seniors, except...yeah...Now many of those who represented tha senior boys, who were my boys, were girlfriends or what have you, some weren't. But when u think about how when I first came on tha squad with my guys we were a team winning five games a season til our final season being in tha NCAA tourney, and us having an impact on that turnaround (That can't be argued , and for us not to see anybody, yet we knew just about most of tha school??? Humm...After tha game, even my folks said, "Who was wearing your jersey?" I kind of smiled and thought "if u only knew all the stuff I had to go through with girls and yet things still haven't worked out." Outside I was joking but inside I was burning and thinking, "It's like that, huh?"
So when I'm doing something, or when I think that "I'm all that and a bag of Cheetos", I think back to that bull and say, "I'm gonna show 'em...I'm gonna show 'em."
Fire.
This is about to get good, I can feel it. Let's continue....
Ain't it amazing how if you think u're tha best in something, u're gonna get tried so hard that u are gonna have to even consider who u think u are, and what u represent? If u a gangsta, like u say u are, then a fight breaks out at tha club or something, let's see how tough u are...U're an aspiring model, and think ur tha sexiest thang in like Iowa, move down to Miami, where tha competition on 'looks' is mega-strong, how do u react? U better use some of ur other skills...U've always dreamed about owning ur own clothing store, just as u open up ur doors, the retail market drops, how do u react? It's like life takes a giggle, and puts things in ur life to see if ur who u say u are. But that's true, Austino, how tough and bad do u want it.
I talk about this love thang so much throughout our diary, but I hope people don't think that I asked for these crazy experiences to enter our life. Then again...maybe I did. Maybe when we asked for the most beautiful girl in tha world, there was a B-side to tha package. Somebody feels me I just know it! Let's get real...
Today, a question popped into our head, and I decided to ask some people's opinion on it. The question was tha following..."What would a girl think if a guy approached her even though he knew the she had a man?" Now before u say, "Eww!" or "Please" (With a neck twist, and a snap in tha air!) Let me set tha scene a little bit...Man, I hope I don't get myself into trouble for being too real and up front, but "This is my party, get fly if u want to, get...." I better stop. But I love tha song from Mr. F-a-b-o-lous! Now, back to tha scene...
A lot of girls, who happen to have boyfriends have given us tha greatest hits in our...that's a bad phrase cuz u might get tha wrong idea...they have made tha best cameos in our amor novela. And it's been super tough, cuz these girls are mad beautiful, all colors and shapes, and when they've been around us, u wouldn't even know they were wife'd up. Heck, living together with cats and stuff...That put us in tough situations, like what do we do? Should we tame things down like, "this girl is really digging us, and it's getting scary..." or do we just be like, "Shorty, ur man ain't doing u right, I can feel tha electricity when ur even within arm reach of us, u need to leave that chicken dinner." It's a sticky situation. Hold back...or go as LL says, "If his love is real / he's gotta handle competition" route.
So right now, on this Tuesday morning, I was thinking about this one girl who I think is really fine. I should call out her name, but ish will hit tha fan, and I don't have a "Manure Only" jacket on right now! That'll make a great joke at a 80s fashion comedy show...See in tha 80's Member's Only jackets were popular, but I said ish instead of #$%! , but still Manure means...Aw...forget it!...I saw her tha other day, and its rare that I can't even look at somebody, but...has anyone else been in a situation where u know that if u and this other person catch eyes, u don't know what's gonna go down. From making out with people watching to eskimo kissing from fondaling body parts to as Iron Mike Tyson would say, even to "sodomizing" folks, c'mon y'all, I know I ain't tha only one who's caught feelings?!!
She was around us, and I was like, and I kind of felt it from her cuz I walked by her, and she like "ignored" us in a way that u can feel that she knew u were around. That's another thang I've learned about females...
Silence can sometimes positively speak louder than words.
That thought is for another day. But I felt this girl, and not too long ago we were just talking, and I felt like...how shall I put this. She has this attitude, that I don't even think she has, where's she's super cool, she really doesn't give a hoot, and the ultimate in our book, she's somebody who can keep it real with us, joke with us, and look at us in a way in which she's not intimidated by me personally and/or our lifestyle. Wow! U just got secret insight to what I look for in a girl! Shhh..that's top secret! But...she has a boyfriend.
I was thinking about this girl today, and off and on some the last few days or so...When am I not thinking about a girl right?!! It's somebody new every day and week it seems, but our life is exposed to some cool beauties...so what can I say. Now, many people would just be like that's so disrespectful to approach a girl who's taken, but..and I've never done this...yet...
But what if this girl ain't happy in her relationship. Which happens a lot. There's a lot of people who are with somebody just because u know...either they don't wanna go solo on the rent, or they like telling people that the have "someone" or they can't live alone and are willing to put up with any and everything just to have that drama in their life. What I was pondering is that, "I'm tired of interacting with all these dames who show feelings towards us, or flirt excessively with us" and me being tha one who's left holding tha bags. Which are Gucci by tha way...Maybe she's not happy with her man, or not happy with herself, and by having somebody just tell her that she's special, and smart and sexy can be tha boost if not for her to make a decision to leave this chump, it might actually make her re-la...tion...watch urself Galaxia...ship stronger cuz now she knows she's wanted by others, and that she's a catch.
Everybody, at least I know I do, want to every once in awhile be acknowledge that ur special or sexy or something by somebody besides someone who kind of has to show love or inspiration. U may not get it all tha time, but it sure will be nice. I always say...
Just because a girl's a beauty queen, doesn't mean she still doesn't want to hear, "You're beautiful" every once in a while.
That was on our mind today, and it's especially intriguing for us, cuz like we say, we come in contact daily it seems with so many girls and people in general, and it's easy to assume that somebody is being treated right. Oh, that guy has a girlfriend, heck that girl may be one of those party girls who doesn't even call to say, 'Hi' unless she wants something, or somebody has a boyfriend, but that guy treats tha girl like dirt, and she's just waiting for somebody to give her that one spark of confidence to move on. She thinks this jerk is tha only one who thinks she's attractive so that's why she stays.
We associate so many things or titles in life with the meaning of, "Everything's hunky dory" when that ain't tha case. See somebody playing hoops in some Jordan's and cats automatically think he got game...or somebody's a doctor, and they miss a day or work due to illness, heck doctor's get sick too dude! So just because somebody's married, or dating somebody or living with somebody, doesn't automatically mean that they're happy or what not.
And just because somebody's physically attractive doesn't mean they got it made either. People don't wanna give compliments because they're thinking, "They hear it all tha time, I'm not pumping up their ego." But they may not...Just like tha girl who's mad pretty and has it all from looks to brains, and fashion sense, and love of life, people think she's tha one throwing men in and out her life like a revolving door, when she's at home chillin' night after night after night...cuz dude's have that fear of rejection in their mind...cuz dude's don't feel like they are worthy of her presence...and because dudes automatically think she's dating somebody just because she's pretty...inside and out.
There's no doubt in my mind, that whoever I end up with, in many ways is gonna have gone through this stage stated above. I even told my Moms this...she's gonna be a girl, who's so pretty that guys are intimidated by her, yet in reality she's tha coolest girl in tha world...and Galaxy....
Before I go, I guess, let me just say this...to myself especially. We claim ourself to be like the ultimate destination, meaning u have to go through a lot of trials, and tribulations, and heartbreaks, and then ur reward is...us. Only then can u appreciate what we bring to tha table. I keep that in our heart, as we all should feel the exact same way, that hey, I've surivived stuff and people that no one thought I could...or I made it through a job position where I began groping tha night before I even had to go in, but now I made it through, and appreciate the lessons, which make me special, and give me that fire I need.
Real talk.
Here's a quote that's now on my fridge, and I guess it describes the egotiscal value we all should put on ourself...
"If we value our uniqueness, We value everything about us. We don't need 2 look for a model of perfect beauty when we realize that our beauty can't be duplicated."
So to answer my question, I'm gonna let tha moment speak not only for this girl or that girl, but for life itself, and if I feel like telling somebody that they are special...I will. U may think that somebody else does or will, but u never know...they may only have one somebody to do that....
And that somebody just....may...be...you.
Rock on and have fun! Oh...
And here's another quote from my Grandpa Roy C. Martin, that didn't make tha cut tha other day...
"It's no use in being nice, if nobody knows you are."
Bye and Air Smooches!
Austino Galaxia.
Alright. I'm anticipating this post, just as much as you are, because we feel something "special" is in the air. Just have to be patient here, and let our Editor in The Sky lead us how He sees fit. I'm just a simply yet very complexed kid who just wants to have fun and love. That's all. Its repetitive, I know, but that basically sums us all up. Its not about the money or looks or fame, that really gets us going, it's all about learning and creating the best version of us possible. Hopefully share a few stories, no matter how embarrassing they may get, but that's who we are. As we've said before, I have yet to have anyone write about their ascension to the top yet. It's all after-tha-fact. But we feel like, and felt like why not put ourself out there and keep this thang as real as possible. Right now, we feel like we're in that "uh-huh" stage of our life. When all that u've been through, and all the difficult lessons that...
Well, I guess that's tha spill on today, and for me, myself and I. Here we go...again....
Nuthin' good comes easy. Huh.
This is a diary, right?!! So I can write this thang like it's just me and a piece of paper since if this wasn't plastered in Cyberspace, this is what I'll be writing about anyway. Might as well, talk real on 2nite...
Recently we've been talking a lot about our "fire", I guess so to speak. We don't talk about this to brag, or even to get symphony letters or anything. We just talk about this thang because it's what's developed inside of us...and not by choice either.
We've always been an emotional guy. Whether playing hoops through high school and through college. I was fortunate to be captain of our teams some years. Huh. We thought the other day how there may not be too many, if any, who can honestly say that they arguably played on the best teams in their school's history. We're blessed to say that in regards to 8th grade (Undefeated team)...Freshman...JV...High School...and even college (Actually top 2 teams in our college's history). That's kind of cool, and a blessing at tha same time. On tha court, and in many ways we were that emotional leader for tha squad. Whether in tha huddle, or trying to keep teammates motivated, that's just who we were. And while playing, we'd be diving on tha court, trying to put on a show with no-look passes, do anything to get people involve and to feel the emotion of tha game. I don't know where this is heading, but let's tough it out.
But life is krazy. Over tha last "cough, cough" years, it seems like tha things that mean and have meant tha most to me, have giving me the toughest, how shall I say this...I guess challenges, or lessons, or to be honest pain. Those two things were...
Love and Basketball.
That was a great movie back in tha day two...Those two areas, that I loved and appreciated since seemingly birth, were tha areas that God allowed to test me...HARD! Sometimes they even intertwined, I mean, I can recall my Senior day game, which is tha last home game of the season in college. With my Moms and Pops in tha hizzle. For that game, some students wore jerseys of some of the seniors on tha squad. Everybody was represented, even some dudes who weren't seniors, except...yeah...Now many of those who represented tha senior boys, who were my boys, were girlfriends or what have you, some weren't. But when u think about how when I first came on tha squad with my guys we were a team winning five games a season til our final season being in tha NCAA tourney, and us having an impact on that turnaround (That can't be argued , and for us not to see anybody, yet we knew just about most of tha school??? Humm...After tha game, even my folks said, "Who was wearing your jersey?" I kind of smiled and thought "if u only knew all the stuff I had to go through with girls and yet things still haven't worked out." Outside I was joking but inside I was burning and thinking, "It's like that, huh?"
So when I'm doing something, or when I think that "I'm all that and a bag of Cheetos", I think back to that bull and say, "I'm gonna show 'em...I'm gonna show 'em."
Fire.
This is about to get good, I can feel it. Let's continue....
Ain't it amazing how if you think u're tha best in something, u're gonna get tried so hard that u are gonna have to even consider who u think u are, and what u represent? If u a gangsta, like u say u are, then a fight breaks out at tha club or something, let's see how tough u are...U're an aspiring model, and think ur tha sexiest thang in like Iowa, move down to Miami, where tha competition on 'looks' is mega-strong, how do u react? U better use some of ur other skills...U've always dreamed about owning ur own clothing store, just as u open up ur doors, the retail market drops, how do u react? It's like life takes a giggle, and puts things in ur life to see if ur who u say u are. But that's true, Austino, how tough and bad do u want it.
I talk about this love thang so much throughout our diary, but I hope people don't think that I asked for these crazy experiences to enter our life. Then again...maybe I did. Maybe when we asked for the most beautiful girl in tha world, there was a B-side to tha package. Somebody feels me I just know it! Let's get real...
Today, a question popped into our head, and I decided to ask some people's opinion on it. The question was tha following..."What would a girl think if a guy approached her even though he knew the she had a man?" Now before u say, "Eww!" or "Please" (With a neck twist, and a snap in tha air!) Let me set tha scene a little bit...Man, I hope I don't get myself into trouble for being too real and up front, but "This is my party, get fly if u want to, get...." I better stop. But I love tha song from Mr. F-a-b-o-lous! Now, back to tha scene...
A lot of girls, who happen to have boyfriends have given us tha greatest hits in our...that's a bad phrase cuz u might get tha wrong idea...they have made tha best cameos in our amor novela. And it's been super tough, cuz these girls are mad beautiful, all colors and shapes, and when they've been around us, u wouldn't even know they were wife'd up. Heck, living together with cats and stuff...That put us in tough situations, like what do we do? Should we tame things down like, "this girl is really digging us, and it's getting scary..." or do we just be like, "Shorty, ur man ain't doing u right, I can feel tha electricity when ur even within arm reach of us, u need to leave that chicken dinner." It's a sticky situation. Hold back...or go as LL says, "If his love is real / he's gotta handle competition" route.
So right now, on this Tuesday morning, I was thinking about this one girl who I think is really fine. I should call out her name, but ish will hit tha fan, and I don't have a "Manure Only" jacket on right now! That'll make a great joke at a 80s fashion comedy show...See in tha 80's Member's Only jackets were popular, but I said ish instead of #$%! , but still Manure means...Aw...forget it!...I saw her tha other day, and its rare that I can't even look at somebody, but...has anyone else been in a situation where u know that if u and this other person catch eyes, u don't know what's gonna go down. From making out with people watching to eskimo kissing from fondaling body parts to as Iron Mike Tyson would say, even to "sodomizing" folks, c'mon y'all, I know I ain't tha only one who's caught feelings?!!
She was around us, and I was like, and I kind of felt it from her cuz I walked by her, and she like "ignored" us in a way that u can feel that she knew u were around. That's another thang I've learned about females...
Silence can sometimes positively speak louder than words.
That thought is for another day. But I felt this girl, and not too long ago we were just talking, and I felt like...how shall I put this. She has this attitude, that I don't even think she has, where's she's super cool, she really doesn't give a hoot, and the ultimate in our book, she's somebody who can keep it real with us, joke with us, and look at us in a way in which she's not intimidated by me personally and/or our lifestyle. Wow! U just got secret insight to what I look for in a girl! Shhh..that's top secret! But...she has a boyfriend.
I was thinking about this girl today, and off and on some the last few days or so...When am I not thinking about a girl right?!! It's somebody new every day and week it seems, but our life is exposed to some cool beauties...so what can I say. Now, many people would just be like that's so disrespectful to approach a girl who's taken, but..and I've never done this...yet...
But what if this girl ain't happy in her relationship. Which happens a lot. There's a lot of people who are with somebody just because u know...either they don't wanna go solo on the rent, or they like telling people that the have "someone" or they can't live alone and are willing to put up with any and everything just to have that drama in their life. What I was pondering is that, "I'm tired of interacting with all these dames who show feelings towards us, or flirt excessively with us" and me being tha one who's left holding tha bags. Which are Gucci by tha way...Maybe she's not happy with her man, or not happy with herself, and by having somebody just tell her that she's special, and smart and sexy can be tha boost if not for her to make a decision to leave this chump, it might actually make her re-la...tion...watch urself Galaxia...ship stronger cuz now she knows she's wanted by others, and that she's a catch.
Everybody, at least I know I do, want to every once in awhile be acknowledge that ur special or sexy or something by somebody besides someone who kind of has to show love or inspiration. U may not get it all tha time, but it sure will be nice. I always say...
Just because a girl's a beauty queen, doesn't mean she still doesn't want to hear, "You're beautiful" every once in a while.
That was on our mind today, and it's especially intriguing for us, cuz like we say, we come in contact daily it seems with so many girls and people in general, and it's easy to assume that somebody is being treated right. Oh, that guy has a girlfriend, heck that girl may be one of those party girls who doesn't even call to say, 'Hi' unless she wants something, or somebody has a boyfriend, but that guy treats tha girl like dirt, and she's just waiting for somebody to give her that one spark of confidence to move on. She thinks this jerk is tha only one who thinks she's attractive so that's why she stays.
We associate so many things or titles in life with the meaning of, "Everything's hunky dory" when that ain't tha case. See somebody playing hoops in some Jordan's and cats automatically think he got game...or somebody's a doctor, and they miss a day or work due to illness, heck doctor's get sick too dude! So just because somebody's married, or dating somebody or living with somebody, doesn't automatically mean that they're happy or what not.
And just because somebody's physically attractive doesn't mean they got it made either. People don't wanna give compliments because they're thinking, "They hear it all tha time, I'm not pumping up their ego." But they may not...Just like tha girl who's mad pretty and has it all from looks to brains, and fashion sense, and love of life, people think she's tha one throwing men in and out her life like a revolving door, when she's at home chillin' night after night after night...cuz dude's have that fear of rejection in their mind...cuz dude's don't feel like they are worthy of her presence...and because dudes automatically think she's dating somebody just because she's pretty...inside and out.
There's no doubt in my mind, that whoever I end up with, in many ways is gonna have gone through this stage stated above. I even told my Moms this...she's gonna be a girl, who's so pretty that guys are intimidated by her, yet in reality she's tha coolest girl in tha world...and Galaxy....
Before I go, I guess, let me just say this...to myself especially. We claim ourself to be like the ultimate destination, meaning u have to go through a lot of trials, and tribulations, and heartbreaks, and then ur reward is...us. Only then can u appreciate what we bring to tha table. I keep that in our heart, as we all should feel the exact same way, that hey, I've surivived stuff and people that no one thought I could...or I made it through a job position where I began groping tha night before I even had to go in, but now I made it through, and appreciate the lessons, which make me special, and give me that fire I need.
Real talk.
Here's a quote that's now on my fridge, and I guess it describes the egotiscal value we all should put on ourself...
"If we value our uniqueness, We value everything about us. We don't need 2 look for a model of perfect beauty when we realize that our beauty can't be duplicated."
So to answer my question, I'm gonna let tha moment speak not only for this girl or that girl, but for life itself, and if I feel like telling somebody that they are special...I will. U may think that somebody else does or will, but u never know...they may only have one somebody to do that....
And that somebody just....may...be...you.
Rock on and have fun! Oh...
And here's another quote from my Grandpa Roy C. Martin, that didn't make tha cut tha other day...
"It's no use in being nice, if nobody knows you are."
Bye and Air Smooches!
Austino Galaxia.
Saturday, May 4, 2013
Now... A Toast.
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'Over here!!'...'Toast...Toast!'...
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'Why did you and Galaxia break..'
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Are we on live? Alright, as you can see there is a complete media circus in this room. As the one known to many, as "Toast" has entered tha room. There are cameras going off everywhere, reporters are shouting out things to her, as she's about to take her seat. I've never seen anything like this. But then again, we've never seen anyone like Austino Galaxia, and whenever we have a chance to get insight into an already crazy life from somebody from within, this is what you get. The relationship between these two has filled tha papers for years, they were...I'm trying not to cry...they were the "it" couple. I think we're gonna start here in a moment.
But they were tha "it" couple, able to survive life down in Miami Beach, and now these last few days have been filled with even more rumors, and on today this press conference was...ah...called by "Toast" herself, and it's been reported by many that she's gonna blow the lid off of what life was truly like living with Austino Galaxia. Ok, we're being told to be quiet, I tell you tha anticipation is at a ultra-hype level, so let's see what is about to happen. You only get this live and in living color, let's take a listen...
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Well, first off I want to thank you all for coming out on today. I know it's a Saturday morning, and everybody's still recovering from their Friday night. But do to my schedule this is the only time I have available. Let me introduce and tell a little bit about myself...
Ok, my name is Gorgeous. Gorgeous Lopiza. That's my real name, but most of you from the outside and media know me as "Toast". I was originally born in the French town as Cannes to parents who have loved the beach as much as life itself. So it's no surprise that I ended up in South Beach. You can say that I've been a Sun Beam for life. Beach and movies that's what my life from an early age entailed. Until one day all my dreams changed for the better...
See about I don't know seven or eight years ago, I met somebody...at a supermarket of all places. I was chilling...oops, sorry...I was relaxing in this one aisle, with some more of my new found, ah I guess I can call them 'brothers and sisters' when this guy begins to walk over to me. There was something different about him, and something special about the way he looked at me. So he stood there in front of me like he just saw his dream come true, and then he reached into his pocket, go grab a piece of paper, which looked like a list. He had a pen as well, so after a quick glance, he looked back at me and simply smiled. I just stood still, because it seems like other guys gawk at me, and wanna touch me to see if I'm real or not, but once they see how much I cost, they figure that either the price is good to be true or that I'm just desperate.
Nevertheless, with one swoop of this guys arms, he picked me up, and put me into this cart. Some people get literally carried away once they found love. One of my cousins, named Ken More, got kicked all tha way down the aisle of love. This dorm girl, had so much on her plate, and he looked like he could handle it, so just I don't know, like Beckham'd him into her life. But, this guy showed class from the beginning, but giving me a ride. Little did I know that it would be a ride I wouldn't soon nor ever forget.
'What are you gonna do now that you and Galaxia have..'
Please, I'll answer your questions later. For now, ah, let me talk. So...that guy turned out to be Austin Williams. Or as the "Galaxy" (Two fingers in quotes) know him as Austino Galaxia. But I knew him back when he just was...him. I asked him how did he know that I was 'tha one'. And he straight up told me, that he was looking for somebody..."different". He said, everybody he knew had a girl who always wore jet black, or silver, but he never seen anybody who wore white so eloquently, and by doing some research, who would give off the ultimate tan. That's what he wanted in his life, he felt like he had needs to be met, and I was the perfect candidate who could fulfill them all. Oh, and he was so excited that he could actually afford me. Cuz when he first saw me, he didn't think he could. He said other girls looked so overpriced. All caught up in the digital age. some padded their shapes just so that they could attract a guy who's used to breaking off four slices of his personal bread. He knew those girls were out just for tha money. Even though, I still have my standards of two slices of my guy's bread income, he felt like I was simple, and trustworthy, and somebody who could last through years on end.
The beginning of our relationship was unique so to speak. I think Galaxia has a diary or wrote in his diary about how he likes to take things slow, or even test his possible future mates in the beginning just to see if they are in it for him or for what he has. So in the beginning, he would give me, well, first he would keep me covered in this plastic bag thing from...ah...Target. Like everyday and night, it wasn't even tha same white that I liked. I stepped to him one night, "Why do you have me covered up in all these bulls-eyes?" And he just gave a twinkle of a smile and said, 'I just want you to be a reminder of me aiming for the stars, and actually having my dream come true.' He won my heart with that one.
We had to struggle, as many couples do. He would bring home these cheap brand of waffles for me to cook for him. Whatever was on sale, he bought. Ah, Publix brand...whatever. Lately our breakfast has been the same. I had a friend named South American friend named Eggo, who gives us the best waffles he has from the bakery he owns. He sends them over, always tha same kind. The nutri-grain kind, with Blueberries. I let Austino add the almonds, I mean, I can't cook everything. Just to see how this guy was so consistent in his love for me...it made me fall deeper in love as well.
And with that we became more, I guess close. He loved me so much, that both of us for like a week, read this book on my family's history called, "Burnt Toast". We absolutely loved how Teri Hatcher, wrote about my family's life philosophies, and how life should be lived. That's how I was raised, and he saw that his family had a similar tradition. It was like we were made for each other.
Even through the tough times, like I can recall after I moved in with him, I can recall it raining like crazy down here in Miami, and South Beach were our "showroom" (Two fingers in quotes again.) was. It rained so that his, or our kitchen began to leak. Harder...and harder. I was idle and asleep at the time, but Austino walked in and saw what was going on, so first he immediately moved me away from the water coming from the ceiling. He wanted to call his friends Scott or Mrs. Downy for help, but they didn't pick up their phones. Finally he found some kind of towels to dry the area, but what moved me was that, (Cough, Cough)...was that (Cough, Cough)...water, can I get somme wa...yeah, (Cough, Cough). Thanks. (Gulp-Gulp-Gulp-Gulp-Gulp) Ahh...that's better.
Sorry, what got me was how he looked after my safety first and foremost. He practiced what he preached. And with that, I just went all in after this guy.
I said earlier how he began by dressing me in plastic bags, but now I wasn't holding back, I didn't wear anything to cover my curves. I was naked, and when I wasn't I was only covered by a face towel. Blue ones, green ones, although he admired my shape and figure, he still wanted me to somewhat look lady like. I was in pure beach mode. He wanted to push the limits even further, and so did I.
(Click, Click)
It used to be that we both would go "up and down" only in the morning. But many nights after a long day or workout, I could sense that he didn't want to go out to eat, but wanted some home fixin'. So "up and down" we went at night. And then again, in tha morning. We would try new things as well, he wanted me to take it slow, so I tamed it down to a "1" on my dial. Some nights, after a Heat or Lakers win, we would crank things up to a "5". I was flexible...that's funny...I was flexible, and wanted to please him in every...single...way.
In like 2010 try and errors began to hit a very high peak. He said we've been doing things tha same for so long, let's take the next step into our relationship. I said, "fine." So he told me that he had an Aunt Jemima who heard about how we "do things" and wanted to be down like Brandy. I didn't even know who Brandy was, but I knew what he was getting at. Being leery at first, I declined, but after deciding who I was with, I decided to give it a try...with a new friend or family member or whatever. It wasn't fun at all. But you do crazy things for love.
Then Austino said he wanted to add some more bang to our fun. Citing how he knew this woman back up north named Mrs. Butterworth, who had this syrup thang for couples, and how it would magnify the...
Is what you're saying is, Austino Galaxia is a super freak?
Can I finish? As I stated I'll answer a few of your questions in a bit. It was alright, but he preferred her syrup that was free from sugar, which didn't give me that same rush that I wanted. It was fun still. We had some other fulfilling wishes as well, like for instance. I had always dreamed about us two getting passionate and him feeding me Pop Tarts. I could feel the sensation of going "Up and Down" with his favorite Confetti flavor. Sprinkles falling over me until it hits my bottom. That was a fantasy of mine, which he one day we would try.
One thing he wasn't too fond of was when I suggested that we bring in my friend named Arnold. But he got upset, and said, that Arnold was just a close friend he like to have over whenever we had Turkey Burgers for lunch or whenever his sister Alexia would invite us over to her home for dinner. She made some great casseroles and dishes, I never knew anybody could do so much with Sweet Potato Puffs. But as for the "Up and Down" thang, Austino wanted me all to himself. Which I liked...a lot.
When did all this change?
You people...I guess it's "q and a" time huh. Whatever, so u asked when did all this change. Well, one thing that I learned from being with Austino Galaxia, is that there's a lot of girls who wanted to be in my position. I mean...a lot. He would come home and tell me all these stories. Like him being out shopping a feeling like once these girls would see him they would be willing demonstrating all they could do for him. How they could last longer, or how they take care of themselves by only eating bagels...it got out of control.
This one time he came home and told me what this one...girl, which everybody around South Beach calls, "Pillsbury". He told me all the things she showed him she could do with a Toaster Strudel. After flipping and showing him how hot it could be if he left me, she then had tha nerve to whisper in his ear, 'The frosting can only be optional!'
So I knew I better take care of myself our I would lose him. One time, I got a small kinda looked like a burnt mark on my skin. Austino one morning was doing his usual thing, and whipped off my towel. And before we continued on, he looked and noticed it right in between my cleavage. Immediately, he gave this look, and although we did our thing that morning. I could see that a part of him was skeptical of how I got that mark. There is this guy name Van, who's popular with all the girls in South Beach, he probably thought I was cheating on him. Plus, with Austino...he has these expectations of his, I guess, loves, like they have to be flawless inside and out.
I mean, he monthly makes sure that my body has no crumbs inside. Takes me to this doctor who shakes you, bangs you...well not that bang, but...taps you on your sides. And really opens you up literally. Then they turn you on your side, and scrapes the bottom of you until you're all clean. It's a brutal experience. It doesn't cost much, but Austin wants his woman to be clean, and knows that I do my best work when I'm crumb-free.
I guess, to answer your question, that mark was the beginning of the end.
So, "Toast", how did you get that mark?
I don't remember, and that's what I told Mr. Galaxia. He said he believed me, but deep inside, I knew that he didn't. I need some more water...Thank you. (Gulp-Gulp-Gulp-Gulp)
Why are you here then?
Well, let me continue. So that 'mark thing' was a few months, yeah, several months ago. But it wasn't tha same anymore. I mean, I used to be tha apple of his eye. I recall me even making him crumpets for him, since I knew how much he loves England. How he wants to live in London I did this for a whole week, but all he said was how "it made him feel fat" and how I "messed up his workouts". I did...(Sniff, Sniff)...I did everything for him. I knew he was special, and I felt he felt the same about me, but...(Sniff, Sniff....Bloooooww!) I just wanted to do everything to save our relationship.
He used to give me so much attention. Now he wouldn't even look at me anymore. I'll be there flat out naked late and night, and he acted like he never even cared. He would just write in his diary, or watch some show like Orphan Black, and not even care that I'm was 'out there' just for him to take me. The more these girls came at him with offers or prices that he couldn't resist any longer, I just knew that the end was imminent. He says he's not like that, but all these South Beach guys are. They want the newest toy on the market, and if you messed up, or even appear to be flawed when you're not from the outside or don't perform like you once did, then...
There's a rumor that the reason for you two breaking...
No more questions! No more! I'm gonna explain this and that's it. Alright! (Sniff...Sniff) So the other day or night, something strange happened. He went over to tha kitchen where I was, and all these rumors of me having some kind of 'bug' inside of me, took its head. He thought he saw something, picking me up, turning me around, and was just staring at me naked like I had something to hide. If I had some kind of bug in me, don't you think I would tell him. I mean, we've been through so...(Full cry...Boo hoo....), so....much...to...gether. (Sniff)
He was the only man I ever known. So after he looked to see if I was "damaged goods", I sat there naked and glanced into his eyes. This time, I knew it was over. He...
(Click, Click)
He then immediately went over to his computer, and I could see from the corner of his eye, that he was looking for somebody new. He went to this website where you could get things from the Amazon. They have every choice of desire you can imagine. I just sat their in disbelief. Trying to figure out how after all tha fun times, it would lead to this. He went specifically looking for a dame who looked good in pink, which wasn't surprise because all week he's been telling people and writing in his diary about him digging these punk rock types. I no longer was an option.
Then the next thing that happened was beyond any imagination. After a few moments he got up, and began to walk over to me, he reached for tha cabinet, and pulled out a white plastic bag. This time it wasn't from Target, but from a Dollar Store which is symbolic to how our relationship has changed. I heard a "Whip" sound. I thought, 'Oh no!'...Then again, "Whip!". And he glanced at me for tha last time, and then grabbed me by my side, and threw me into this bag. I first thought about giving a fight, but then I realized that perhaps this was tha best for both of us. He tied tha bag over my head, and left me to suffocate.
What is the last thing you remember?
Tha last thing I recall is tha landing I had into this, what I am guessing to be, a trash bin. It was smelly I could tell, but just to hear that door slam. "Bam!" Was enough to make me pass out. Somebody must have dug for me, and once they found out who I was, I guess from all the photos from my semi-publicized relationship with Mr. Galaxia. They resuced me, brought me back to life, and here I am today. Now sitting next to my new man. I guess, it's true, "somebody's junk is another man's treasure."
Are you and Galaxia still in contact?
No. But I have friends though, and they let me in on what's been going on. He's really into finding his new girl on the Internet. I don't think he's gonna find his type at Brandsmart or all those fancy places. Some of my friends are all gearing up, and getting shining, and are ready to perform at there best, because they know he's the ultimate catch. My bet is he's gonna find his new girl, at like Big Lots or somewhere like that. He loves to find girls who are diamonds in the rough. I wish him tha best. As I do for her. He'll have a new one by the weekend, you can bet on that. That's what type of person he is. On to tha next one...
Any advice for anybody who may date him in tha future?
Well...there's a lot that goes along living with Austino. He's changed some, but his determination or 'fire' as he puts it is at an all-time high. He now senses or feels like he's close to blowing up, and becoming this star, as he's always said. Kind of egotistical. Really enigmatic. So you have to be prepared for that. But I do admit, he loves to have fun. I mean, I never could imagine being with somebody like that. After we met he used to call himself, "The Zen Master of Fun", now I believe it's true.
If you're gonna date or be with him, my suggestion is to be yourself. A lot surrounds his life. He likes to do new things in new ways. I talked about us going , "Up and down" a lot. But we would do that different times of the day, just to keep things fresh. He just wants somebody to be real, look good, and laugh. Even though our relationship had to end, I miss him. He's on tha market now. And whoever gets him next...is probably not only be special, but maybe even a little enhanced in some areas. That's not what matters to him. Performance and durability. If you can handle that, then you are gonna be the luckiest girl in tha Galaxy.
That's it. Sorry....I'm Sorry...
'Toast!' 'One More Question Toast!' 'What about...'
(Now standing by the exit)
I do have one more thing to say.
(Click, Click)
Ladies and Gentleman, we all are people who need love, and admire those in it. We say true love is this or that, but as my Uncle Black and Aunt Decker used to tell me...
"The measure of a man's heart is not how he loves another woman or even man...But the true measure of a man's heart is simply, and unequivocally...
...How he loves his toaster."
With Love,
Austino Galaxia.
'Over here!!'...'Toast...Toast!'...
(Click, Click)
'Why did you and Galaxia break..'
(Click, Click)
Are we on live? Alright, as you can see there is a complete media circus in this room. As the one known to many, as "Toast" has entered tha room. There are cameras going off everywhere, reporters are shouting out things to her, as she's about to take her seat. I've never seen anything like this. But then again, we've never seen anyone like Austino Galaxia, and whenever we have a chance to get insight into an already crazy life from somebody from within, this is what you get. The relationship between these two has filled tha papers for years, they were...I'm trying not to cry...they were the "it" couple. I think we're gonna start here in a moment.
But they were tha "it" couple, able to survive life down in Miami Beach, and now these last few days have been filled with even more rumors, and on today this press conference was...ah...called by "Toast" herself, and it's been reported by many that she's gonna blow the lid off of what life was truly like living with Austino Galaxia. Ok, we're being told to be quiet, I tell you tha anticipation is at a ultra-hype level, so let's see what is about to happen. You only get this live and in living color, let's take a listen...
(Click, Click)
Well, first off I want to thank you all for coming out on today. I know it's a Saturday morning, and everybody's still recovering from their Friday night. But do to my schedule this is the only time I have available. Let me introduce and tell a little bit about myself...
Ok, my name is Gorgeous. Gorgeous Lopiza. That's my real name, but most of you from the outside and media know me as "Toast". I was originally born in the French town as Cannes to parents who have loved the beach as much as life itself. So it's no surprise that I ended up in South Beach. You can say that I've been a Sun Beam for life. Beach and movies that's what my life from an early age entailed. Until one day all my dreams changed for the better...
See about I don't know seven or eight years ago, I met somebody...at a supermarket of all places. I was chilling...oops, sorry...I was relaxing in this one aisle, with some more of my new found, ah I guess I can call them 'brothers and sisters' when this guy begins to walk over to me. There was something different about him, and something special about the way he looked at me. So he stood there in front of me like he just saw his dream come true, and then he reached into his pocket, go grab a piece of paper, which looked like a list. He had a pen as well, so after a quick glance, he looked back at me and simply smiled. I just stood still, because it seems like other guys gawk at me, and wanna touch me to see if I'm real or not, but once they see how much I cost, they figure that either the price is good to be true or that I'm just desperate.
Nevertheless, with one swoop of this guys arms, he picked me up, and put me into this cart. Some people get literally carried away once they found love. One of my cousins, named Ken More, got kicked all tha way down the aisle of love. This dorm girl, had so much on her plate, and he looked like he could handle it, so just I don't know, like Beckham'd him into her life. But, this guy showed class from the beginning, but giving me a ride. Little did I know that it would be a ride I wouldn't soon nor ever forget.
'What are you gonna do now that you and Galaxia have..'
Please, I'll answer your questions later. For now, ah, let me talk. So...that guy turned out to be Austin Williams. Or as the "Galaxy" (Two fingers in quotes) know him as Austino Galaxia. But I knew him back when he just was...him. I asked him how did he know that I was 'tha one'. And he straight up told me, that he was looking for somebody..."different". He said, everybody he knew had a girl who always wore jet black, or silver, but he never seen anybody who wore white so eloquently, and by doing some research, who would give off the ultimate tan. That's what he wanted in his life, he felt like he had needs to be met, and I was the perfect candidate who could fulfill them all. Oh, and he was so excited that he could actually afford me. Cuz when he first saw me, he didn't think he could. He said other girls looked so overpriced. All caught up in the digital age. some padded their shapes just so that they could attract a guy who's used to breaking off four slices of his personal bread. He knew those girls were out just for tha money. Even though, I still have my standards of two slices of my guy's bread income, he felt like I was simple, and trustworthy, and somebody who could last through years on end.
The beginning of our relationship was unique so to speak. I think Galaxia has a diary or wrote in his diary about how he likes to take things slow, or even test his possible future mates in the beginning just to see if they are in it for him or for what he has. So in the beginning, he would give me, well, first he would keep me covered in this plastic bag thing from...ah...Target. Like everyday and night, it wasn't even tha same white that I liked. I stepped to him one night, "Why do you have me covered up in all these bulls-eyes?" And he just gave a twinkle of a smile and said, 'I just want you to be a reminder of me aiming for the stars, and actually having my dream come true.' He won my heart with that one.
We had to struggle, as many couples do. He would bring home these cheap brand of waffles for me to cook for him. Whatever was on sale, he bought. Ah, Publix brand...whatever. Lately our breakfast has been the same. I had a friend named South American friend named Eggo, who gives us the best waffles he has from the bakery he owns. He sends them over, always tha same kind. The nutri-grain kind, with Blueberries. I let Austino add the almonds, I mean, I can't cook everything. Just to see how this guy was so consistent in his love for me...it made me fall deeper in love as well.
And with that we became more, I guess close. He loved me so much, that both of us for like a week, read this book on my family's history called, "Burnt Toast". We absolutely loved how Teri Hatcher, wrote about my family's life philosophies, and how life should be lived. That's how I was raised, and he saw that his family had a similar tradition. It was like we were made for each other.
Even through the tough times, like I can recall after I moved in with him, I can recall it raining like crazy down here in Miami, and South Beach were our "showroom" (Two fingers in quotes again.) was. It rained so that his, or our kitchen began to leak. Harder...and harder. I was idle and asleep at the time, but Austino walked in and saw what was going on, so first he immediately moved me away from the water coming from the ceiling. He wanted to call his friends Scott or Mrs. Downy for help, but they didn't pick up their phones. Finally he found some kind of towels to dry the area, but what moved me was that, (Cough, Cough)...was that (Cough, Cough)...water, can I get somme wa...yeah, (Cough, Cough). Thanks. (Gulp-Gulp-Gulp-Gulp-Gulp) Ahh...that's better.
Sorry, what got me was how he looked after my safety first and foremost. He practiced what he preached. And with that, I just went all in after this guy.
I said earlier how he began by dressing me in plastic bags, but now I wasn't holding back, I didn't wear anything to cover my curves. I was naked, and when I wasn't I was only covered by a face towel. Blue ones, green ones, although he admired my shape and figure, he still wanted me to somewhat look lady like. I was in pure beach mode. He wanted to push the limits even further, and so did I.
(Click, Click)
It used to be that we both would go "up and down" only in the morning. But many nights after a long day or workout, I could sense that he didn't want to go out to eat, but wanted some home fixin'. So "up and down" we went at night. And then again, in tha morning. We would try new things as well, he wanted me to take it slow, so I tamed it down to a "1" on my dial. Some nights, after a Heat or Lakers win, we would crank things up to a "5". I was flexible...that's funny...I was flexible, and wanted to please him in every...single...way.
In like 2010 try and errors began to hit a very high peak. He said we've been doing things tha same for so long, let's take the next step into our relationship. I said, "fine." So he told me that he had an Aunt Jemima who heard about how we "do things" and wanted to be down like Brandy. I didn't even know who Brandy was, but I knew what he was getting at. Being leery at first, I declined, but after deciding who I was with, I decided to give it a try...with a new friend or family member or whatever. It wasn't fun at all. But you do crazy things for love.
Then Austino said he wanted to add some more bang to our fun. Citing how he knew this woman back up north named Mrs. Butterworth, who had this syrup thang for couples, and how it would magnify the...
Is what you're saying is, Austino Galaxia is a super freak?
Can I finish? As I stated I'll answer a few of your questions in a bit. It was alright, but he preferred her syrup that was free from sugar, which didn't give me that same rush that I wanted. It was fun still. We had some other fulfilling wishes as well, like for instance. I had always dreamed about us two getting passionate and him feeding me Pop Tarts. I could feel the sensation of going "Up and Down" with his favorite Confetti flavor. Sprinkles falling over me until it hits my bottom. That was a fantasy of mine, which he one day we would try.
One thing he wasn't too fond of was when I suggested that we bring in my friend named Arnold. But he got upset, and said, that Arnold was just a close friend he like to have over whenever we had Turkey Burgers for lunch or whenever his sister Alexia would invite us over to her home for dinner. She made some great casseroles and dishes, I never knew anybody could do so much with Sweet Potato Puffs. But as for the "Up and Down" thang, Austino wanted me all to himself. Which I liked...a lot.
When did all this change?
You people...I guess it's "q and a" time huh. Whatever, so u asked when did all this change. Well, one thing that I learned from being with Austino Galaxia, is that there's a lot of girls who wanted to be in my position. I mean...a lot. He would come home and tell me all these stories. Like him being out shopping a feeling like once these girls would see him they would be willing demonstrating all they could do for him. How they could last longer, or how they take care of themselves by only eating bagels...it got out of control.
This one time he came home and told me what this one...girl, which everybody around South Beach calls, "Pillsbury". He told me all the things she showed him she could do with a Toaster Strudel. After flipping and showing him how hot it could be if he left me, she then had tha nerve to whisper in his ear, 'The frosting can only be optional!'
So I knew I better take care of myself our I would lose him. One time, I got a small kinda looked like a burnt mark on my skin. Austino one morning was doing his usual thing, and whipped off my towel. And before we continued on, he looked and noticed it right in between my cleavage. Immediately, he gave this look, and although we did our thing that morning. I could see that a part of him was skeptical of how I got that mark. There is this guy name Van, who's popular with all the girls in South Beach, he probably thought I was cheating on him. Plus, with Austino...he has these expectations of his, I guess, loves, like they have to be flawless inside and out.
I mean, he monthly makes sure that my body has no crumbs inside. Takes me to this doctor who shakes you, bangs you...well not that bang, but...taps you on your sides. And really opens you up literally. Then they turn you on your side, and scrapes the bottom of you until you're all clean. It's a brutal experience. It doesn't cost much, but Austin wants his woman to be clean, and knows that I do my best work when I'm crumb-free.
I guess, to answer your question, that mark was the beginning of the end.
So, "Toast", how did you get that mark?
I don't remember, and that's what I told Mr. Galaxia. He said he believed me, but deep inside, I knew that he didn't. I need some more water...Thank you. (Gulp-Gulp-Gulp-Gulp)
Why are you here then?
Well, let me continue. So that 'mark thing' was a few months, yeah, several months ago. But it wasn't tha same anymore. I mean, I used to be tha apple of his eye. I recall me even making him crumpets for him, since I knew how much he loves England. How he wants to live in London I did this for a whole week, but all he said was how "it made him feel fat" and how I "messed up his workouts". I did...(Sniff, Sniff)...I did everything for him. I knew he was special, and I felt he felt the same about me, but...(Sniff, Sniff....Bloooooww!) I just wanted to do everything to save our relationship.
He used to give me so much attention. Now he wouldn't even look at me anymore. I'll be there flat out naked late and night, and he acted like he never even cared. He would just write in his diary, or watch some show like Orphan Black, and not even care that I'm was 'out there' just for him to take me. The more these girls came at him with offers or prices that he couldn't resist any longer, I just knew that the end was imminent. He says he's not like that, but all these South Beach guys are. They want the newest toy on the market, and if you messed up, or even appear to be flawed when you're not from the outside or don't perform like you once did, then...
There's a rumor that the reason for you two breaking...
No more questions! No more! I'm gonna explain this and that's it. Alright! (Sniff...Sniff) So the other day or night, something strange happened. He went over to tha kitchen where I was, and all these rumors of me having some kind of 'bug' inside of me, took its head. He thought he saw something, picking me up, turning me around, and was just staring at me naked like I had something to hide. If I had some kind of bug in me, don't you think I would tell him. I mean, we've been through so...(Full cry...Boo hoo....), so....much...to...gether. (Sniff)
He was the only man I ever known. So after he looked to see if I was "damaged goods", I sat there naked and glanced into his eyes. This time, I knew it was over. He...
(Click, Click)
He then immediately went over to his computer, and I could see from the corner of his eye, that he was looking for somebody new. He went to this website where you could get things from the Amazon. They have every choice of desire you can imagine. I just sat their in disbelief. Trying to figure out how after all tha fun times, it would lead to this. He went specifically looking for a dame who looked good in pink, which wasn't surprise because all week he's been telling people and writing in his diary about him digging these punk rock types. I no longer was an option.
Then the next thing that happened was beyond any imagination. After a few moments he got up, and began to walk over to me, he reached for tha cabinet, and pulled out a white plastic bag. This time it wasn't from Target, but from a Dollar Store which is symbolic to how our relationship has changed. I heard a "Whip" sound. I thought, 'Oh no!'...Then again, "Whip!". And he glanced at me for tha last time, and then grabbed me by my side, and threw me into this bag. I first thought about giving a fight, but then I realized that perhaps this was tha best for both of us. He tied tha bag over my head, and left me to suffocate.
What is the last thing you remember?
Tha last thing I recall is tha landing I had into this, what I am guessing to be, a trash bin. It was smelly I could tell, but just to hear that door slam. "Bam!" Was enough to make me pass out. Somebody must have dug for me, and once they found out who I was, I guess from all the photos from my semi-publicized relationship with Mr. Galaxia. They resuced me, brought me back to life, and here I am today. Now sitting next to my new man. I guess, it's true, "somebody's junk is another man's treasure."
Are you and Galaxia still in contact?
No. But I have friends though, and they let me in on what's been going on. He's really into finding his new girl on the Internet. I don't think he's gonna find his type at Brandsmart or all those fancy places. Some of my friends are all gearing up, and getting shining, and are ready to perform at there best, because they know he's the ultimate catch. My bet is he's gonna find his new girl, at like Big Lots or somewhere like that. He loves to find girls who are diamonds in the rough. I wish him tha best. As I do for her. He'll have a new one by the weekend, you can bet on that. That's what type of person he is. On to tha next one...
Any advice for anybody who may date him in tha future?
Well...there's a lot that goes along living with Austino. He's changed some, but his determination or 'fire' as he puts it is at an all-time high. He now senses or feels like he's close to blowing up, and becoming this star, as he's always said. Kind of egotistical. Really enigmatic. So you have to be prepared for that. But I do admit, he loves to have fun. I mean, I never could imagine being with somebody like that. After we met he used to call himself, "The Zen Master of Fun", now I believe it's true.
If you're gonna date or be with him, my suggestion is to be yourself. A lot surrounds his life. He likes to do new things in new ways. I talked about us going , "Up and down" a lot. But we would do that different times of the day, just to keep things fresh. He just wants somebody to be real, look good, and laugh. Even though our relationship had to end, I miss him. He's on tha market now. And whoever gets him next...is probably not only be special, but maybe even a little enhanced in some areas. That's not what matters to him. Performance and durability. If you can handle that, then you are gonna be the luckiest girl in tha Galaxy.
That's it. Sorry....I'm Sorry...
'Toast!' 'One More Question Toast!' 'What about...'
(Now standing by the exit)
I do have one more thing to say.
(Click, Click)
Ladies and Gentleman, we all are people who need love, and admire those in it. We say true love is this or that, but as my Uncle Black and Aunt Decker used to tell me...
"The measure of a man's heart is not how he loves another woman or even man...But the true measure of a man's heart is simply, and unequivocally...
...How he loves his toaster."
With Love,
Austino Galaxia.
Thursday, May 2, 2013
Simple word...Two powerful letters.
So on this rainy May day,
We have been forced to write.
Don't want to...kinda frustrated about some things,
Yet I guess we have to believe through blind sight.
So we just gonna let loose once again,
For it seems like I'm becoming this poetic "toy".
All I want out of life is just to have fun, that's it,
My heart is still that of that Spring Street boy.
So where do we begin, on this journey,
Hopefully I won't be too direct from our heart.
Sure people read our diary and simply wonder,
He only talks about love and episodes with sex tarts.
So like...not. I talk about who we are as a person,
Somebody who's coming into his own.
Like Mike's "Off Tha Wall", The Beatles' Abbey Road,
Anticipation building like Jigga and Weezy's Watch The Throne.
So I have to keep it real as possible,
No matter if it may costs me a friend or two.
Can't be concerned what other people think about us,
I just have to do what I gotta do.
So what if I hold back on my thoughts,
Or on all the stories and ideas of thrill.
We kept on saying that we're gonna kick it up a notch,
Somehow I think people treat my warnings like a tsunami drill.
So here we are, once again,
I don't know where tonight will lead.
My heart can be all laughs and jokes,
While it can show how much it can bleed.
So are you ready, I know u're tired of these poems,
But like I said, one day you won't have this ultra chance.
Now u have a chance to grab my hand, better take advantage,
No more yapping, let's go...let's dance.
So, I've been up since like freaking' 3am,
That's in tha morning, if you're keeping score.
Having dreams these last few days, so unique,
Everything short of entering opportunity's open door.
So the first one of note involved me be indicted,
Yeah u read that right, into some hall of fame.
I'm not kidding about this, by no means,
This dream was far from any type of game.
So I was literally entering into the HOF,
My folks were even there with such honor.
I could tell you more about what was going on,
But I had some more weird ones so why bother.
So another one involved, oh this was last night,
Me and this woman who I did not know.
She was like prancing around everywhere,
Truly looking to become somebody's freak show.
So she had on this pink robe, right, I remember,
And she had a small heart tatted on her right back.
Her face was like an mature English woman, even with runny makeup,
But when she dropped her robe, homegirl was truly stacked.
So she was messing with another guy, after her robe drop,
But then her butt was directly in my face.
With it looking so enticing, I went in and touched her bottom,
She turned around with tha "I'm all yours face."
So I have to come clean, her toosh was so soft,
I could feel her Downy as I was still counting sheep.
She came at me with a vengeance, and then I woke up,
In a freaky way I wish I could have that dream run on repeat.
So then throughout the day, thoughts abound of,
Just stay in the moment and give it your best.
Seems like I've been down this road so many times,
Even though I pass long run, short run it's like another flunked test.
So has anybody just keep on feeling like,
No matter what they do, it's like they can't win.
U're hopeful that's it's a different cast with a different script,
Like wishing Marino can return to rock the aqua and orange of the Fins.
So as I was working out today, cranking it up,
Truly doing a workout 4 only me, Tha Black Mamba and Nash.
Tha thought that was in tha back of our mind was,
My life is so ready to be served up, if only I could get tha sprinkle of Mrs. Dash.
So don't get it twisted, I'm still very confident,
Sometimes it's like why do I have to go through so much.
It don't make any sense, crazy to comprehend,
Like Fendi deciding one day to stop making the clutch.
So I was in a mental battle on this day,
Just like Washington, Macarthur, and Superbad's McLovin'.
How strong can you continue to be,
When life only gives you flour free Jiffy muffins.
So it's like we've always been saying,
To have the best you have to go through the hardest route.
Not so easy when u're continually go through it yourself,
I wonder did I do something wrong I didn't know about.
So that has been our bed laden thought,
I'm doing everything I know when will the windows break.
Maybe I'm wasting too much time doing it tha right way,
Perhaps I should grab 30 rocks, and text T. Morgan to reinact a jailbreak.
So then another thought has been on our plate,
This one has to do with our social life of fame.
Could being me be too intimidating for some,
Too much for any ordinary dame.
So let me set something straight right now,
We're one of the easiest people you'll ever meet.
One moment we're talking about North and South Korea,
The next sentence could be about the movie Happy Feet.
So we wonder if we should tame down who we are,
Almost like a sexy girl who decides to ditch the makeup show.
She thinks no guy has guts to approach her at her best,
Might as well dress bummy, and act like I don't have any dough.
So she wears overcoats to cover her body, No eyeliner,
While her perfume went from White Diamonds to market flea.
I feel like I'm by myself, like "too beautiful" for anybody to relate,
Dumming it down can entice, a number or a new Fcbook buddy,
Or a date...Maybe all three.
So that thought was bouncing around with us,
People may think I'm out of their league or even too snobby.
I've just lived a heck of a life, that's all,
Don't hate cuz I attract females who are sexy and smart like Brown Bobbi.
So what does one do, does he open himself even more,
Or just say forget if they don't get it, it's their loss.
Just say one day I'm gonna get mind one day no matter what,
Almost like a Heat fan at tha Triple A during that famous T-shirt toss.
So that's so far from who I am though,
I may be kind of set apart, but my joy is so much in tha team.
The most fun is when my life is shared with others,
You wonder if anybody else will take a step on Fun's balance beam.
So u have to have guts, I guess to be with us,
And I have to realize that everybody ain't a Pinstriper for life.
Just because u have the physical qualities to be a Yankee,
Can your heart handle tha fame, the sacrifices, and the strife?
So here in our life, I can't get caught up dearly in,
Why not this girl, but that girl is tha choice.
This girl I feel, even if she has a boyfriend,
But she says our name with tha cutest voice.
So tha last few weeks we've just let things happen,
Knowing that things will workout somehow for sure.
Remain cool, don't stress, get rest,
Hey ain't tha some kind of medical cure?
So there's a lot that surrounds our life,
Yet I wouldn't have it any other way.
Our life is like it's already been determined how it should go,
I'm fighting as a lawyer wanting to have some kind of say.
So let me take that back, cuz that's not true,
I have a lot of say in the course of out future success.
Should I wear Jordan's or Air Max's, spray on Hifilger or Abercrombie,
Why am I falling for flawless Gothic girls with red lips and their sexy all-black dress.
So if you don't think one thing about this, it's simply,
That as you can see, we don't give a hoot.
Willing to do whatever it takes to get the life we want,
I told you in 2011, I'm the one who dirties up his Prada suit.
So after all this is said and done,
Only one option is left on our 3 legged Ikea table.
I know it sounds stupid, and visitors may have to eat in their laps,
But my choice has been fix it, or pay for this Dish cable.
So that's part of life, and this weekend's it's gonna change,
Just like most of our life thus far.
What won't change though is our confidence and fire,
Those two characters always have a tab at our South Beach bar.
So enough talking, that's it for the night,
As you can see our life and mind is action filled.
People coming and going, thoughts hear and there,
Now you know why my heart can't sit still.
So now that we're at the end of this tonight,
We realize that our life is really good.
Dust urself off, go back at it,
Don't trip when a blueprint doesn't appear, when u think it should.
So put this all behind you, and chalk it up,
Especially since u have plans for some super fun.
Movies, shopping, hanging out,
I guess our life is actually just begun.
So what everybody's meeting the real you,
Whatever you do, continue to reach for the stars,
And never ever, below...
You're the one battle tested, you own the ultimate fun life,
And even when u feel like u're by urself, let me just tell you bluntly...
"So!"
We have been forced to write.
Don't want to...kinda frustrated about some things,
Yet I guess we have to believe through blind sight.
So we just gonna let loose once again,
For it seems like I'm becoming this poetic "toy".
All I want out of life is just to have fun, that's it,
My heart is still that of that Spring Street boy.
So where do we begin, on this journey,
Hopefully I won't be too direct from our heart.
Sure people read our diary and simply wonder,
He only talks about love and episodes with sex tarts.
So like...not. I talk about who we are as a person,
Somebody who's coming into his own.
Like Mike's "Off Tha Wall", The Beatles' Abbey Road,
Anticipation building like Jigga and Weezy's Watch The Throne.
So I have to keep it real as possible,
No matter if it may costs me a friend or two.
Can't be concerned what other people think about us,
I just have to do what I gotta do.
So what if I hold back on my thoughts,
Or on all the stories and ideas of thrill.
We kept on saying that we're gonna kick it up a notch,
Somehow I think people treat my warnings like a tsunami drill.
So here we are, once again,
I don't know where tonight will lead.
My heart can be all laughs and jokes,
While it can show how much it can bleed.
So are you ready, I know u're tired of these poems,
But like I said, one day you won't have this ultra chance.
Now u have a chance to grab my hand, better take advantage,
No more yapping, let's go...let's dance.
So, I've been up since like freaking' 3am,
That's in tha morning, if you're keeping score.
Having dreams these last few days, so unique,
Everything short of entering opportunity's open door.
So the first one of note involved me be indicted,
Yeah u read that right, into some hall of fame.
I'm not kidding about this, by no means,
This dream was far from any type of game.
So I was literally entering into the HOF,
My folks were even there with such honor.
I could tell you more about what was going on,
But I had some more weird ones so why bother.
So another one involved, oh this was last night,
Me and this woman who I did not know.
She was like prancing around everywhere,
Truly looking to become somebody's freak show.
So she had on this pink robe, right, I remember,
And she had a small heart tatted on her right back.
Her face was like an mature English woman, even with runny makeup,
But when she dropped her robe, homegirl was truly stacked.
So she was messing with another guy, after her robe drop,
But then her butt was directly in my face.
With it looking so enticing, I went in and touched her bottom,
She turned around with tha "I'm all yours face."
So I have to come clean, her toosh was so soft,
I could feel her Downy as I was still counting sheep.
She came at me with a vengeance, and then I woke up,
In a freaky way I wish I could have that dream run on repeat.
So then throughout the day, thoughts abound of,
Just stay in the moment and give it your best.
Seems like I've been down this road so many times,
Even though I pass long run, short run it's like another flunked test.
So has anybody just keep on feeling like,
No matter what they do, it's like they can't win.
U're hopeful that's it's a different cast with a different script,
Like wishing Marino can return to rock the aqua and orange of the Fins.
So as I was working out today, cranking it up,
Truly doing a workout 4 only me, Tha Black Mamba and Nash.
Tha thought that was in tha back of our mind was,
My life is so ready to be served up, if only I could get tha sprinkle of Mrs. Dash.
So don't get it twisted, I'm still very confident,
Sometimes it's like why do I have to go through so much.
It don't make any sense, crazy to comprehend,
Like Fendi deciding one day to stop making the clutch.
So I was in a mental battle on this day,
Just like Washington, Macarthur, and Superbad's McLovin'.
How strong can you continue to be,
When life only gives you flour free Jiffy muffins.
So it's like we've always been saying,
To have the best you have to go through the hardest route.
Not so easy when u're continually go through it yourself,
I wonder did I do something wrong I didn't know about.
So that has been our bed laden thought,
I'm doing everything I know when will the windows break.
Maybe I'm wasting too much time doing it tha right way,
Perhaps I should grab 30 rocks, and text T. Morgan to reinact a jailbreak.
So then another thought has been on our plate,
This one has to do with our social life of fame.
Could being me be too intimidating for some,
Too much for any ordinary dame.
So let me set something straight right now,
We're one of the easiest people you'll ever meet.
One moment we're talking about North and South Korea,
The next sentence could be about the movie Happy Feet.
So we wonder if we should tame down who we are,
Almost like a sexy girl who decides to ditch the makeup show.
She thinks no guy has guts to approach her at her best,
Might as well dress bummy, and act like I don't have any dough.
So she wears overcoats to cover her body, No eyeliner,
While her perfume went from White Diamonds to market flea.
I feel like I'm by myself, like "too beautiful" for anybody to relate,
Dumming it down can entice, a number or a new Fcbook buddy,
Or a date...Maybe all three.
So that thought was bouncing around with us,
People may think I'm out of their league or even too snobby.
I've just lived a heck of a life, that's all,
Don't hate cuz I attract females who are sexy and smart like Brown Bobbi.
So what does one do, does he open himself even more,
Or just say forget if they don't get it, it's their loss.
Just say one day I'm gonna get mind one day no matter what,
Almost like a Heat fan at tha Triple A during that famous T-shirt toss.
So that's so far from who I am though,
I may be kind of set apart, but my joy is so much in tha team.
The most fun is when my life is shared with others,
You wonder if anybody else will take a step on Fun's balance beam.
So u have to have guts, I guess to be with us,
And I have to realize that everybody ain't a Pinstriper for life.
Just because u have the physical qualities to be a Yankee,
Can your heart handle tha fame, the sacrifices, and the strife?
So here in our life, I can't get caught up dearly in,
Why not this girl, but that girl is tha choice.
This girl I feel, even if she has a boyfriend,
But she says our name with tha cutest voice.
So tha last few weeks we've just let things happen,
Knowing that things will workout somehow for sure.
Remain cool, don't stress, get rest,
Hey ain't tha some kind of medical cure?
So there's a lot that surrounds our life,
Yet I wouldn't have it any other way.
Our life is like it's already been determined how it should go,
I'm fighting as a lawyer wanting to have some kind of say.
So let me take that back, cuz that's not true,
I have a lot of say in the course of out future success.
Should I wear Jordan's or Air Max's, spray on Hifilger or Abercrombie,
Why am I falling for flawless Gothic girls with red lips and their sexy all-black dress.
So if you don't think one thing about this, it's simply,
That as you can see, we don't give a hoot.
Willing to do whatever it takes to get the life we want,
I told you in 2011, I'm the one who dirties up his Prada suit.
So after all this is said and done,
Only one option is left on our 3 legged Ikea table.
I know it sounds stupid, and visitors may have to eat in their laps,
But my choice has been fix it, or pay for this Dish cable.
So that's part of life, and this weekend's it's gonna change,
Just like most of our life thus far.
What won't change though is our confidence and fire,
Those two characters always have a tab at our South Beach bar.
So enough talking, that's it for the night,
As you can see our life and mind is action filled.
People coming and going, thoughts hear and there,
Now you know why my heart can't sit still.
So now that we're at the end of this tonight,
We realize that our life is really good.
Dust urself off, go back at it,
Don't trip when a blueprint doesn't appear, when u think it should.
So put this all behind you, and chalk it up,
Especially since u have plans for some super fun.
Movies, shopping, hanging out,
I guess our life is actually just begun.
So what everybody's meeting the real you,
Whatever you do, continue to reach for the stars,
And never ever, below...
You're the one battle tested, you own the ultimate fun life,
And even when u feel like u're by urself, let me just tell you bluntly...
"So!"
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