No Liquor For Thirty Days

I'm not going to drink any alcohol for thirty days to maximize the results of my training; the last time I did this, I seen a extremely significant drop in my body fat percentage. Looks like there is going to be a lot of bootleg movie nights for the month of June.

...and it's draining....

I woke up this morning and still had the remaining signs of stress and hurt from last night, but rather than loathing around in sadness I decided to hit the gym. I have noticed that every time that I train or work out, whatever is going on with me evaporates from my mind and body. Sometimes, you can truly think you are doing your best to better the communication levels with someone, then you realize that some people will never change their views. I usually am so belligerent and so uncaring of others' ideas, truths or opinions, but at this point in my life, there is no need for beating around the bush. There is no need for me to apologize to someone when in the first place; I was not wrong.

At the end of the day, you will do what you want to do, and there is nothing I can do about that. I can only hope that one day you will realize that I chose to change the darkest element of me, my belligerence to try and better this situation. But, in return, I got nothing but negative differences between me and your others in the past and was completely insulted. Maybe, my friend, Keisha was right; maybe you do need some alone time. But, I do thank you for bringing me back to my senses; I thank you for bringing me back to the one thing that releases all of my pain, anguish, and stress, my writing. For so long I have neglected my gift; I am back with you, old friend. I am back to writing. Thank you for reminding me of this.

Well, Isn't This Nice...

Sometimes I wish I could feel something more than this sense of loneliness and want; the true element of being alone at night rather bothers me. Today, I tried something that was basically outside of myself or character; I had a discussion with someone regarding a difference in opinion that we had. Normally, I would shut down their ideas and champion mine as the victor, but tonight, I listened and acknowledged their own truths. I was completely calm during this thirty-three minute disagreement, but yet, it seemed like yet of a role reversal towards the tail end of the spat. In all cases, I would be the one to stir up the pot by throwing insults to get a rise out of the person, but I was the one being fucked up this time. In this case on an average day or night, I would have fired back mental bricks to destroy their complete sense of self-worth but tonight I did not.

I questioned the person on if they were used to dealing with anyone like me and they said, "No" abruptly. I then began to ask them what was the difference between me and their past interactions with men. After about five minutes, I realized that everything they said was about my line of communication. Every difference that they said about me was negative. There was nothing in the differences that was a positive. It's quite a troubling feeling to hear someone you are involved with say that every difference between you and their skeletons in their closet have was not in your favor at all. But, yet, you were more of a social burden than a social pleasure.
I really do not think I am wrong for trying to better myself and communicate with this person in a calm manner; it's sad to think that every woman that I have dealt with can be as sweet with incredible laughs and smiles when they want to be, then be as cold as the others to prove a point with you. I get off the phone calmly, hurt. Now, it is midnight and it has been three hours since we got off the phone. I would think that I would get an apology for being offended, but I am not surprised. Well, isn't this nice....

Diary of A Young Black Publicist (Vol III)

If you're over 21 years old and hollerin, "DAMN, SHE ON ME BRO!" Stop it 5! Get your Dr. Phil "I Need A Hug" ass outta here. I have a solution for you....

Consider this an inspirational video.

Your welcome...
You are all welcome.

Carlton Banks Syndrome

The Dissection of the "upscale, elitist" black male and female...

A Realist Amongst Idealists

It's hard for me to accept people for thinking idealist all the time;
I know it's even harder for them to accept me for being blatant about my thinking.

The Daddy Complex (Video)

If you get offended at anything I say in this VLOG or any other VLOG,
then obviously you must be the target audience.

Industry Nigga: New Age House Nigga

LA industry niggas are house niggas.