The Fork in My Road...

So I love rap right? More than any other genre of music. I've been wanting to be a "hip hop journalist" since I was like 13. But I'd been in love with rap since way before '96. Just coming up where I did, there was no avoiding the entire culture. Anyways, as of late, Jarvis has been pushing me to get into writing about fashion. Which is fine, because clothes excite me too. But I couldn't see myself writing on some Vogue shit, which is cool also, it's just not me. I could however, do some streetwear writing, I mean if you think about it, Atlanta doesn't have ANY streetwear bloggers. And I look at least one of those type blogs everyday from either coast. With all the boutiques popping up down here everyday- Atlanta is a transplant city... Sheeit, why not? I look at new Nikeys and M.O.B. shirts for fun.

I like being me, just me, and I like to try being exclusive to a certain extent. Maybe I'm scared of doing the blog shit, because I'd be sacrificing a part of me by letting everyone else in. But how many people actually read this- or would read that? This blog thing may be an excuse for me to go to stores and look at kicks just because. So you guys may be seeing something else from me soon. Other than my personal.

Look, so I finally listened to Lil' Wayne's new one this past weekend, just because I wanted hear it after all the hype and it just so happens that I may be a bit of a convert. I never respected his rhymes as a youngun'. But remember when I was a teenager, he was a year older than me, with the Hot Boyz, and he was wack to me. Do remember, my standard is and for the longest time has been Jay... Wayne definitely has some bangers on #3 though. Especially that Babyface joint, OMG, the beat is completely retarded. But I was already a fan of Kanye right? So as far as his lyricism, "Let the Beat Build" is aiight: "I'm peepin' all y'all people different/ I pay my dues/ You keep the difference/ I can see the end at the beginning/ So I'm not racin' I'm just sprintin'". He has a couple other tracks on there, "La La", production is stupid. I love David Banner behind the boards. Anyways...

Back to work on Thursday, back to the bullshit... Dreams of this other shit....

Before I Got To Breaking Dishes...

Ish has been so much better as of late. Allen Iverson had been staying at the Twelve out here all of the past two weeks. So of course for us lowly servers at the Twelve's restaurant that means big bread, but with that cheese comes dealing with the groupies that take up space drinking water, in their body stockings, fishbowling the superstar that you're serving. And I thankfully, haven't been there for most of it because those jerks have finally pushed me into demanding that they cut my mother 'effin hours down! Yeah!!



I am able to say though, that Mr. Iverson, ladies, is still fine as fuck in person! LOL. He and his entourage are also very polite, as funny as it may seem. I was at work during one particular weekend when I served some seemingly spoiled young white men (you know, frat boys) some drinks and a couple appetizers; they came in drunk but they were staying upstairs in the hotel, so whatever, I'm getting to the money right? Anyways, these barely 21 year olds get up from the far end of the restaurant and run towards the front in the cocktail area where Mr. A.I. had been sitting for most of his 14 day visit (almost as if he wanted someone to notice him- imagine that?), and shriek, "A.I., YO!! WHAT UP MAN!" and the one white boy proceeded to pull dude up from his game of spades and his bottles of Ace, hoping to dap fuckin' Allen Iverson up, LOL. This was when the entourage jumped and yoked his little ass up, carrying him out by the elbows, with his friends following him out the front door of this four star hotel, his voice cracking like an adolescent's, "Gooo.. Nuggets!!!"

So happy I'm down to P/T... More stuff went down with Mr. Iverson during his stay: from one chick demanding pictures with him (her toddler in tow), and then when rejected, carrying on with a drawn out screaming match and another singing "hymns" in a broke down soprano tone. LOL, sometimes work is interesting...

Something Else...

So today I went to one of my favorite spots to shop and picked these up (above). I really didn't need any more new sneakers, and besides that, I set a budget for myself before I even went in the place. Last time I went, I copped Jarvis the LRG G-Shock and another pair of Blank denims for myself, dropped more than 3 bills. That was a week ago for his birthday. So imagine my surprise at the yearning I felt for the above kicks when I saw 'em on the display shelf. AND when I asked my favorite sales associate how many they really had in women's sizes. He told me: Numero Uno- That they only had like, five pairs left. 2. They only had one in my size. 3. They sold out of the men's sizes in a single day, as soon as they dropped. If there's anything a chick like me needs to hear in order to buy, it's: "EXCLUSIVE, EXCLUSIVE, EXCLUSIVE!"

I like these on Wayne, not so much on Lindsay... I wish I was the first in the world with 'em, but at least I'll be the first in my hood. Go Supra Tuf Skytops!

More later...

Okay...

So, you get it right? Time flies... On one hand I could say that a lot has happened since my last post but then again, not much has really happened. At least, nothing to really jump around about. I still haven't really gotten the chance to go out. Or if the opportunity did present itself, I didn't have the energy to put on clothes. Not even for a "grown and sexy"party, if you can imagine that [sticking out tongue]. Last night, I was home, I'd worked the morning shift, you'd think that I would have caught a cookout or a firework or some-'effin thing, but I was in the sack- conked the eff out! I'm like, senile at 25!

Anyways, I went back home on my hustle shit. The first time I went, back in the last week off May, it was freezing! COLD, like people were walking around in North Face bubbles. Then, after I came back to the A, sold all that shit, and went back the second week of June, you ain't even have to bust a brisk walk to be drenched in sweat. The world is coming to an end...

So although I did okay selling this stuff the first time, it's harder this time. Everybody's broke, or pretending to be. Who knows. I've got another month before it's time for school again and I really would like to pay the tuition and be done with it, but I think I'ma just sell the stash I've got now and save my money from work, which can be crazy hard with kicks like these down below (teasing me at one of my favorite stores in Little 5).

More tomorrow...