keeping up with jones

as much as i'm indifferent about abraham lincoln and his politics - i do admire the man for his hustle. actually, in real life, i admire everyone who has the hustler agenda in tow.

i keep mine in my northface backpack next to my journal and passport.

abraham lincoln had this to say: 'things may come to those who wait - but only things left by those who hustle'

i hustle...today i:

- 11am: meeting with lighting crew

- 1:30pm: meeting with sound engineer

- 2:30pm: audition #1

- 4:00pm: audition #2

-5:00pm: meeting with potential director

- 6:30pm: audition #3

-7:00pm: meeting with choreographer

-7:27pm: blog with a bottle of apple soda in my hand.

i got trey songz's "just gotta make it" on repeat.

you all need to listen to lyrics.

something about me i bet you didn't know:

at least once a week i have a dream that someone is trying to kill me, and they are usually successful in their attempt. but once they shoot me (usually shooting) and i die, i keep thinking 'this is just your dream' and i get up full of holes, and a little weaker than before - but still alive.

when i wake up, though, i'm kinda nervous at first...but then great things begin happening, and i take the dream as a sign.

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but on some other shxt...

since posting the blog with the shxtty underwear - i've been in the market to buy some new 'man panties.' (yes i said man panties - grow up asxholes)

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well:

i think these may not be for men - but i am not sure yet.

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and:

i am not sure what to think and what that little nub section is for. perhaps awkward ball men.

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but:

i will stick to whatever will get me in all the hood clubs in all the ghettos across america.

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and @amandasophia just text me talking about a chocolate fountain at the restaurant she went to for lunch - and i'm sitting here looking at an empty box of fruit roll-ups and a parking lot through my window trying to figure out if i feel like walking to the dang ol' store.

who knows...

but until then, my friends...hustle!

and remember:

hustle so hard that the only jobs left are the ones you don't want!

peace

a few years back during homecoming at the great bethune cookman college founded by dr. mary mcleod bethune - i ran into an old flame (an "old piece" if you will)

i often refer to her as "the whore that turned me into a cold-hearted heart thief" but for now we will simply call her "an old flame."

at this homcoming's "alumni ball" we met on the dance floor and did a little jig, cut a rug, and bumped booties a few times. i had seagram's vodka rushing through the veins with a mix of blood thinning medication and probably a couple of shots of tequila thanks to my line brother who we usually find in a dark corner sipping on a bottle of cyclone.

freddie jackson comes on:

ROCK ME TONIGHT FOR OLD TIMES SAKE

fxck fxck fxck!!!

"what is wrong with you, dude?"

so what i'm saying is this:

and speaking of la cucaracha - there was one in my service elevator in my building. not feeling it. he got off on the 2nd floor. thank god i live on the 3rd.

hahahaha

and now...here i am at the coffee bean and tea leaf drinking a chai tea frapp with no whip and working on this great piece of art - thinking about the people who want to keep up with me.

so in closing - before writing - i say:

we are where we are because our thoughts have brought us here.

if you don't like where you are - change your thoughts!

peace

i know i'm kind of late with the pictures...

but @amandasophia (http://whattheyay.blogspot.com) just got here with her camera and there was a need to upload.

and i forgot hot to work a PC - because i am a mother-effing mac man!

woo.
but...

i'm grinding out this work right now.

i got home yesterday morning @5:00 and me being the computer junky that i am went straight to check all social networks and emails because:

1. i need to know who's missing me.

2. i am always needed somewhere in the world.

3. i'm a computer junky like i just told you.

well...i got an email from a theater festival i entered my script into and they chose me to come show my play there...and i am more than hype.

i am...um...

effing overjoyed (like the song say)!

so i have 4 weeks to cast/stage/direct/crew my show. (accepting applications)

but that was the great part of the day.

so now for the bullshxt of the day:

i'm changing my name to lemony snickett because these series of unfortunate events i'm dealing with are definitely some bull!!!

you hear me y'all: BULL!

so i've been waiting 2 weeks for my effing bank debit card because some hick in a texas trailer park (trailer number one). there is nothing worse than having money that you can't touch when you are fxcking starvin' like marvin.

so tonight @fearcediva (proud member of delta sigma theta) ordered me a pizza from 3000 miles away on her credit card from pizza hut.

they got here and asked for the card - and of course, i didn't have it...

so...they took the shxt back...

so i said "call nasty axx dominos"

and she "okay"

and they came...and went right back when a card couldn't be furnished!

bastards!

but we hustled them and they brought it back with jokes and small talk about my virginia driver's license - hoping for a tip.

eff that shxt, son!

you ain't getting no mother effing tip up in here, roberto!

i grabbed my pasta bowl (recommended by d. griffin) and my philly cheesesteak sandwich and walked back into my new york style studio and shut my door and ate that food like food ain't never been ate before.

hahahahahaha

and here i am...blogging.

so tomorrow i hustle harder than i hustled today to get these dreams achieved.

it's only 1:03am

and i have miles to go before i sleep. (robert frost)

bit i want you guys to be able to hustle harder than me,

so i'm going to leave you with this quote:

it's not hard to find a needle in a haystack

you just have to be willing to look through the haystack straw by straw

peace

sitting here in my poor people's clothes again, feeling a tad bit appreciate.

GOOD NEWS OF THE DAY: my script was accepted into a festival next month here in LA. i now have four weeks to get the actors & crew and a great show going.

difficult takes an hour.

impossible takes a day.

check list:

-cuss out tmobile for their bullshit? CHECK!

-give myself a shapeup? CHECK!

-walk 4 blocks in linen pants, a polo and flip flops to get my clippers? CHECK!

-send 7 twitpics so people could give opinions of my outfits? CHECK!

- shower - drink - brush teeth - moisturize lips? CHECK!

-think i'm better than most of the world while listening to trey songz mixtape's Yo Side Of The Bed? CHECK!

so now i gotta go grab somebody's daughter on the dance floor and beg the DJ not to play that song because somebody may end up pregnant within the next two weeks - and another kid is not in the game plan anytime soon.

i'll be tweeting throughout the night and into the morning and blogging when i return if you're at all interested at how the night for this E-list socialite is going - and went...

no worries...i'mma be D-list soon - then on my way to A-list by december.

remember: it's all about WHO KNOWS YOU!

that's the message from me.

Enjoy the video from YOU Tube over there on the side. WOO HOO!

my bank doesn't have any west coast branches because they are fairly new...

and i lost my card and they have yet to send me another...

so i can't get my haircut at a reputable barbershop tonight and i damn sure can't get the shit i wanted to get prior to this "get your ass on the dancefloor" party i'm attending tonight...(you are all invited if you want to come)

so...

i'm going to dress like Jesus.

Not Jesus after the resurrection either, 'cause Jesus after the resurrection was lightweight cleaner than a *****.

i'm talking about dirty foot Jesus with a blanket and nightie. that's right...i said NIGHTIE!

damn you, TD bank. where the fuck is my card?

and now i'm down to my last pair of and i don't know what i'm gong to do if i can't get money to wash my clothes...LAWDY BE!

i'll have to go back to the 12 weeks i had to wear tightie whities.

but you all do know i'm still going to look like i come from money, right?

good.

i need y'all to decide which fit i'ma be rocking tonight...

check the photos: (we're thinking grown & sexy...yes, the cliche)

let me know folks!

ain't nothing open at 4am but legs.

so i guess that may be the reason i'm up at 4am.

well, that's not completely true.

i'm actually up making this blog thing happen so i can keep my people entertained.

so try to keep up with me for a second.

a quick explanation of this blog:

i am here because some of you folks need to see how folks like me live.

the hustlers.

those who know that it's not about what you know - or who you know.

it's all about WHO KNOWS YOU!

so here i am...

making sure the world knows my name.

woo!

so...

tonight me and my girl (and by girl i mean homegirl) amanda (twitter her before she blow up, too @amandasophia) are going to abirthday celebration with some folks we don't really know yet...but we will after this night.

it's a sexy gathering...

and i think i am going to need help picking out some clothes...

because as you will soon discover, i am not at all fashion savvy.

it's rather embarrassing actually.

so i'm counting on some of you to tell me what works and what doesn't...

let's get it!