14 July 2010

Guerilla Marketing Tip #8


Last night there were four girls over. When I looked at their bags in the living room, I didn't see upper-middle-class mall culture, no. I saw four microcosms of opportunity. Being the self-promoter that I am, I seized the chance to get four new fans.

12 July 2010

the death of whiskey breath

once you realize you've got a problem, it's a surprisingly optimistic feeling. kinda like sitting at the bottom of a well and knowing the only place you can actually go is up to that light at the top of it. i've always been a huge fan of change-- if not OCD about them. i mean, i rearraange each room in the apartment almost daily. so there's no reason to not enact it on a personal level.

and there's no reason every day needs to be seen through a fog. or not seen at all, depending on the severity of whatever concoction i'd made that afternoon. yes, afternoon. i used to be content, like all the time. like, didn't think about these vices constantly. i have hobbies that i've not touched for too long. and nothing is worse - and less justifiable- than apologies the morning after for things i'd never in my sober mind see myself doing or saying. plus, no ones wants to be the embarassment in a group of friends. that is a role reserved for people like mel gibson, or madonna's brother, Christopher-- people no one ever imagines themselves being. but unlike with flaws, we knowingly let some things slip under the radar.

that said, it's the death of whiskey breath, not kingston. he'll live on in all his glory, and will go on to wear the most beautifully golden wigs in all the land. i just want to go back to being crazy all on my own, with no help from poisons. there's no doubt that crazy is innate, so i'm not worried. i'll have it back in no time.

i'm reclaiming the fun. and silencing the trouble maker.

so, in ending this serious post (yeah, i can be serious and stuff, but i try to keep it on the dl, so no linking to this, lol) this is a final apology to anyone that's been affected by this in any number of ways. i hope you don't think i'm a lost cause, because i don't think i am anymore.

ok, now that this is over, take a deep breath and laugh or do something stupid. my least favorite note to leave on is a serious one. and even more than that, i'm dreading pressing the Publish Post button because, well... it's embarassing. but whatevs.

i only wrote this here so i could be held accountable for it.

07 July 2010

Ok, let's be serious for a minute.


Watch CBS News Videos Online

That's some real talk, Ben Stein.

Manifesto of the Pauper

cash cash money money
cream rules everything around me
i get paid, then give it away
low balance threshold...
after five days.
where does my money go, you ask? '
phone bills, credit cards, weed, and gas.
sallie mae, blow me bitch
you think i have $500 a month to ditch?
hell no, so you and direct loan
can get on your knees
and tongue my bone
some go green, but i dont bother
organic shit is rich-bitch fodder

before i go, i'll impart one thing:
i'm poor right now,
but one day i'll be king

amen.

Lovin my A/C


I got an icebox where my bed used to be.

mmmmm



(via vintage ads)

mission: stalk gaga. fail.




at least we can go see the polaroid fo frizzles at mitizzles.

06 July 2010

on the phone w presto

'we got a puff charge. a PUFF charge. like, puff puff pass."
- prestomajic, on blunt things in expensive LA hotels

02 July 2010

Ryan Leslie: King of Douches



Or, more appropriately, King of Queens.

01 July 2010

Work it

Happy Birthday to Missy Elliot. I love giving out B-day wishes.


I can't stand the rain either... i just lose control.