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Category: Art and Photography

6:26 PM - 1 Comments - 5 Kudos - Add Comment

Bringing pussy back!
Category: Fashion, Style, Shopping

In the recent weeks i have noticed an astounding reference to the pussy. be it in fashion or daily activities...example- zoo york coat with cunt-shaped bustle in the back...lrg womens top with lipped draw, also in the back of the garment...and of course the glowing labia of the new Mishka hoodies. genius! following in the steps of the great guy bourdin(those of you who dont know, find out) we are bringing pussy back...stay tuned!

10:05 AM - 8 Comments - 8 Kudos - Add Comment

Time Crunch

Just wanted to put it out there, that when there are 24 hours in a day- and only 19 awake and lucid, it is becoming more and more difficult to juggle work and play. when basic survival is based on work, then imma work. if i could play and make money at the same rate, id be a fuckin millionaire. alas that is not my job. please dont take my inability to remember if you've sent me a message personally. um, i forgot about a times square billboard pull because of how hectic it is. just need FRIENDLY reminders...

8:55 AM - 2 Comments - 1 Kudos - Add Comment

Up in tha meow mix!

alrighty alrighty. cat calls are ludicrous. based purely on luring the pussy to them, they rarely reflect intelligence or consideration. today i heard two new ones. what cat they thought they were attracting lord only knows. walking the streets in the diamond district is normal weekly fare for me as a jewelry designer. most of the vendors recognize me by now...but the sidewalks and entryways are constantly filled with grimy gold and diamond hustlers shouting, smoking, eating slimy hotdogs, and commenting at passerbys. today i guess i was a passerby..."suck me off, bitch" my thoughtful response, "alright cumfuck". second inappropriate comment occurred on houston and essex by some cholo fuck. "i wanna suck your asshole" duh, thats what i wanted too! thank god that was suggested! lets go to this child-filled playground and do it on the fuckin slide. genius.

6:36 PM - 5 Comments - 6 Kudos - Add Comment

hypothetical and perhaps circumstance...
Current mood: enraged

but when a man hits a woman in the face. i think the man is always wrong. any in agreement?

thank you. i thought mother fuckin so.

11:29 PM - 8 Comments - 2 Kudos - Add Comment

My Tuesday...emailed to my sister from jan. oh well.

Wow. Your sister cracks me up.

[Let me preface this, by explaining where I was coming from. Ate the chocolate trouffle while I was DJing downstairs, then we got the genius idea to eat the other one upstairs at Palais. Thats why a brotha be getting parched yaheard.]

So after leaving Palais, hail a cab and right from the get-go, your sister is talking sheeit to the driver. Turn up the fucking radio! Then shes like, to me, Nothing should be coming out of my mouth right now. People dont know me. People dont know! Im like, uh, ok. And then right on cue, the radio starts playing T.I.s What You Know About That. So Jules starts going, What-you-know-about-that-what-you-know-about-that. Thats wassup.

Get to Guesthouse, and of course there are the prerequisite door issues. Java is outside, saying come on lets go inside. Then the doorman is like, only girls in. Jules is like, Fuck that I aint going in then! I appreciate the gesture, but was about to tell her that its cool, Im just going to jet and go home. Im faaaaaaded.

Then at that moment, right in front of the entrance, these 2 dudes on their crotch rockets start revving their engines, doing their maschismo thing. Jules turns around is like, Fuck you, you FAAAAAGGOOOOOTTTTTTS. You all are faggots!! Screaming at the top of her lungs (like you Kim sisters do). Im like, what the fuck? Are these Jules friends, and she is busting their balls? I look at the dudes, and judging from their puzzled looks, I guess that they dont know her. Then Jules runs over to them and gets up all in their faces. Yeah I said youre a faggot, WHAT?! You dont know me. (What-you-know-about-that-what-you-know-about-that). I am so confused. Does she know them or not?

I get the idea that the dudes do not know Jules, and they apparently take the high road and ride off (i.e., Jules basically punked the shit out of them). Then Jules sees one of her friends coming out the club. I forgot her name, but the friend is all going on and on about how shes leaving because she threw a drink on somebodys face and the bouncers were going to kick her out. I have no idea what is going. Finally Jules is all like fuck this lets go in, so then we go in.

Mind you, I have reached that next level ish at this point. Get upstairs and the main floor is packed. Go into the Brazilian party room, and its going off. I think I see Maggie, but then all I can think about is why the fuck am I carrying around this huge fucking bagpack this fucking sucks. I am all paranoid about losing the bag (its got my computer, Serato, headphones, ipod, etc.). I park myself on the couch so I can put my bag down and proceed to just zone out. Earlier at Palais, Jules was like, Yeah lets go to my party, its all Brazilian models. And she was right. Trying to keep my shit together, I just chill on the side couch looking at Brazilian models dancing (not necessarily ogling, mind you, but more like, you know, go-on-do-your-thang-girl kind of way. OK so maybe a brotha was peeping). But this lil gay dude keeps obstructing my view by dancing right in front of me. Is he looking at me? I try to keep focused on the models.

Then from my perch I see Jules surrounded by two large men. They are conversing, and then I think I see the guys take Jules by the arms. They seem to be trying to escort her out. What is going on? But then just like that, the whole room is clearing out. I look at my watch, and I suppose it is getting close to 4am. I look up, and now Jules is nowhere to be seen.

I go downstairs, and I spot Jules wandering out to the cabs. I call out to Jules, Whats up you alright? She instructs me to hop into the cab.

Im like, Yo is everything cool?

She is rifling through this purse.

Yo those assholes were trying to say I stole this purse. She pulls out a phone from the bag, and continues perusing the contents. What the fuck, there aint even any fucking cash in here!

Confusion Level: 1.

The cab driver starts driving, and Jules mutters something about Brooklyn, so we start heading east.

Jules opens up the phone and says, Oh poor girl, I need to call her. She needs her phone.

I think, Arent you holding this girls phone in your hand? How is Jules going to call this girl?

Confusion Level: 2.

Jules starts pressing buttons, and then puts the phone to her ear. Hello, Monty? Monty? Hello?

I think, Does Jules know Monty? Does she know this girl? Whos purse is this?

Confusion Level: 3.

Jules continues the conversation. Hey Monty, yeah so I found your friends phone at a club, and I think she needs her phone. Yeah I have her purse too, and theres nothing really in it. Just like her bank cards.

Bank cards?! I try to imagine what this Monty is thinking right now.

Yeah, somebody handed me the purse at a club, and so I have it. Youre her boyfriend? OK, yeah well just tell her I got her stuff. I feel so bad, I mean somebody just gave me the purse at the club, but I dont know whose it is, but its so cute! Just call me, sweetie, my name is Jules.

Is Monty flirting with Jules on his girlfriends phone?

Confusion Level: 4.

So yeah just give me a call tomorrow. Yeah anytime. Im actually having a party on Thursday. You should come through. Ill put you on the list.

Is Jules now promoting parties to the boyfriend of a girls whose phone mysteriously ended up in her possession? Grindin yo. What-you-know-about-that-what-you-know-about-that.

At this point the cab gets close to my hood, so I tell him to pull over. Jules is still talking on the phone, and Im like, Yo I gotta be out, you alright? She looks at me like I just asked the dumbest question in the world. I manage to have the awareness to give her some loot for the cab, and step out and realize just how fucked up I am. Wow.

10:10 AM - 1 Comments - 0 Kudos - Add Comment

This weekend...

smith and mighty does anyone rememebr them from fuckin bristol- london peeps give them repsect- adn they have been around for liek forever- anyways, chillin at the freind's crib, we spinnin records...drinking alcohol cause thats easy...didnt event bother with the beer...its someone's birthday tomorrow and you kow who you are!

heheeh

12:06 AM - 0 Comments - 0 Kudos - Add Comment

Imma one woman show

so dont slow it down...i wake up every morning and do my shit...if other people dont do that, that is not my problem and my business should not have to suffer from other people's slack asses. fuckers.

now somebody pay my phone bill...

9:39 AM - 1 Comments - 2 Kudos - Add Comment

crackheads are stupid

i live in the hood. apparently 5 nights ago there was a neighborhood crackhead meeting(CA)...the president stood and spoke before the tweeking committee and spat out "go to this white girl's house and knock on her window...bring whoever you want, fuck- bring your whole crackhead family- but make sure its only between 7am and 9am every morning...thats where you'll get good crack. knock a few times, curse and walk away...thats how we do..." so now, i have crackheads a tappin while im still nappin...fuuuuck off! i dont sell crack...my pantlegs are all the same height mother fuckers. one aint rolled up higher than the other. fuck off!

9:23 AM - 2 Comments - 0 Kudos - Add Comment

Happy Heart Day?

i just got back from Europe. i was gone for 2 weeks and it was increidble...i met so many great people and lived through some dope expiriences...now im home, trying to fuel the fire to keep everything moving...im blessed

Currently listening : Batards Sensibles By TTC Release date: 08 February, 2005

10:00 PM - 2 Comments - 4 Kudos - Add Comment