RIPE: Fruit of Life

My little hands pushed away the tight coiled hairs from her teary-eyed face. I see an older reflection of me broken by familiar hands like rocks to a glass house. Made in her image, she gently grabbed my hands from her face.

“Don’t be ever be ripe enough for a man to eat you”
“What do you mean, mommy?”

Her caress pulled me in close to her chest, playing with my hair that she made in her image. Seeing the living impression of her she continued,

“Baby, you have are made by mother nature. Skin dyed by the sun, kissed by its rays. In you contain mothers nature. You are the fruit of it,” she smiled and grabbed my tiny nose.

I giggled, “Can I be an apple mommy, I like apples?

“You can be any fruit you want to be honey. You contain the seeds of life. You are the soil that forth the flowers. You have tears that cleanses me, you are joy, you are the smile on my face. You are power. You are black. Let no one, no man, nobody take it away from you. You have a power to move worlds and they know that. You are a woman.

I shot her a look of confusion, unaware of anything, “I just want to be an apple because they are sweet!”

Beneath The Benevolent Sun

It started with one phone call from an unknown area code, then over the next few days the calls became relentless. Twice a day, seven days, from two different numbers on both my cell phone and home phone. With every missed call followed a voicemail on each device. Usually, I don’t bother to listen to voicemail’s, however, I decided to be an obedient twenty-three year old and follow up. That’s when I realized it was her! She has been notoriously known for decades as dark gray clouds looming beneath the benevolent sun. As you see, what was once a shadow ingeniously creeping from behind when I nourish my face in the warm sun is now hazing every corner of my being. An inevitable event when one chooses to follow the ideal path of society. The grave rumors about her power, a power that can cast a vanishing spell on you financially, weekly or bi-weekly. If you haven’t figured her out yet, her name is Donald Trump–I mean Sallie-Mae. She found me.

I had just freshly showered when the time neared a half hour past eight. The morning sun still young yet strong with her rays illuminating my messy room when the unknown–well, now, well known area code appeared on my cell phone. I cursed the air before I answered, “Hello?” This time her voice was deep and masculine trying to ask if it was I who was on the other end on the phone. Like, don’t play stupid with me. This ill-famed monster has been tirelessly sending her minions out to harass me every chance she gets. She know’s who I am. I know who Sallie-Mae is. Let’s cut the crap!  Of course, the topic was about a payment I was unsure of, in fact, I did not even know a payment had past let alone start! The new voice asked for my way of paying, either debit or credit. I should’ve said stripping, prostituting, occasional drug dealing. Sniffing coke to cope. “Debit,” I said. I forward all of my information when it occurred to me he may possibly be charging my card immediately!

“Wait, are you charging my card right now?”
“Yes.”
“Wait a minute, damn did you even see if I can pay right now! I don’t have the money at the moment.”
“I can push the date back until the thirtieth, but you need to pay before you mess up the co-signers credit score.”

Fuck. That means my mother. I hung up the phone, sat on my bed to pace my breath before I wet the tip of my fingers. fixing my posture, trying to be a big boy, I starred into the morning sun about to hide behind the building. It was something I wanted to do a the moment. Crawl and hide. Yeah, it sounds very immature. You’re probably saying how I need to man up, deal with it, it’s life, and all the other evasive sayings. The matter is, I don’t believe in that way of living: Suffocating under loans and debit while making income that barely scratches the surface, because I want try and find myself, solidify my identity the past six years. I’m only twenty three. I’m only twenty three.

I am only two decades and three years in and already I have IRS and his wife Sallie-Mae down my throat choking my prime years and other bills…Yes, other bills. Food, grooming, clothes, hobbies, school, phone, transportation. In other words, I see how depression is very profitable to the Big Pharma. Not saying I am there….yet. On a positive note, there is always good food. That will always be there.

 

Until I heard

It was at night when the street lights trickled through the blinds and fall partially on us that I learned how to feel with only hearing. Hearing her slide in between my brother and I after a long night of belting harsh words to my father. She would hysterically sob so softly trying not to wake my brother. It was in these moments I can hear the soulful tears commit suicide off the edge of her eyes and be caught by the covers of the bed.

I heard yearning for a better environment for her sons. I listened to a woman bearing the last straw while trying to accumulate more. My ears caught the hate that burned in her heart like the devils juice that burned my fathers chest every weekend.

I knew nothing to do but to listen and put my young cheek up against hers that met with tears that agreed with the both of us.

I tasted nothing when I swallowed the knot of fear stuck in my throat. I saw the silhouette the street lights carved out from the dark. I felt damp linen, but I truly did not feel until heard.

The Sunday Service in Whole Foods

382229_562747207078546_1208101830_nThe wonderful array of books, books, and more books, neatly placed on the shelves of Barnes & Noble  all in different size, colors and titles. Colorful literature with the only worry to decipher which lucky author will fulfill me today. I arrived thirty minutes early to my 7pm meet up in Whole Foods on Union Square eager to burn the isle of Barnes&Nobles with my curiosity. I spent the time pandering through the Ancient Knowledge & Hidden Mysteries, and Self-Help sections–my favorite sections ever! Picking up books that spoke deeply about Ancient Egypt and other Ancient Civilizations is a yearning of mine. I adore bridge the gap between my past and present. Plus, I am convinced humans were much more responsible and connected then todays dogma of connectivity and responsibility. Checking my phone after beating the strong wave of indecision that paralyzed me for the last fifteen-minutes, it read 7:04pm. Even when I try to be on time, I am late. It’s embedded in DNA like HTML Codes for me to be tardy.  I sent a text to my, in lack of better terms, friend that I am near while asking for his location for I surprisingly didn’t receive a text confirming my incessant tardiness.

I make way down Union Square park. The sun hid completely  on the other side of the world letting them know its soon to start a new day leaving the city the never sleeps to keep up the nightly duties. The bustling cars passed, people expediting streets,  and a couple romancing with the female shooting a quick look at me while laughing at her boyfriends tender kisses. Ahead of me reads the large green sign Whole Foods, fairly considerable in size in comparison to the competing stores but, not beating the famous numbers that stand high across a building. The numbers that rumored the end of the time, when in reality it just reads the time in military on the left and how many hours are before the hour struck 12 on the right.  I enter the health food realm with excitement until I despairingly saw the elongated lines.

I didn’t to come to spend anymore money though, I came to deliver these CD’s to a friend after a failed experience on trying to join their business plan–but that’s another story! I walk the stairs that was once unknown to me for many years. It lead to an open cafeteria filled with my dynamic people eating, talking, doing tarot cards and…with honor… people conducting a service of the Lord.

My friend raised his hand as I see him sitting next to people foreign to me. My blood began to boil in this short distance to him. I hoped to God that these strangers were not part of his team in which imagined him asking me belittling questions in front them: “Did you watch the CD’s? “, “No!, Well, why haven’t you?”, “You’re making excuses, you don’t have the success mentality like we spoke about. Remember you don’t want live in the employer quadrant!” Remember, remember, remember…Just know, I had comebacks for any and which way the windblown if his colleagues tried me.

At the table, an elderly lady sit comfortably in a black wool jacket with a matching hat. The wrinkles on her face etched and sketched every inch of her face. Another lady in a gray loose fitting sweater with fine short hair and supple brown skin sat on the end of the table. A black bag filled with books and a really bad, brown, unkept, shiny synthetic wig on top of it separated the two ladies. That wig, that beast, that horse hair was horrendous!  As I eyed this scene with much bewilderment,  I caught on my friend on the receiving end of the table. He sat with his legs crossed  and titled attentively listening to what I soon was about to learn.

I placed my bad on the table ready to pull of the agreement and leave immediately. No conversing, no trying to be friends, nothing but my ass on the 5 Train and my nose in my new book. “Are these your friends?” I asked with my face is slight disgust pointing at the weirdness in front of me. The lady in the gray sweater interrupts my question telling Ronald, the friend, to meditate on something. So I asked Ronald what were they talking about. I thought since the lady said meditate that this must be a conversation I would dive into with joy. Maybe these unknowns aren’t as weird as I thought to be. Maybe there wouldn’t a be rush to head home. Ronald who had on an orange dashiki I’m sure was made in Thailand and not Africa, shot a look up at me, “These are just people, we’re talking about being GAY.” Must he put so much emphasis on the word gay. I shook my head at the stupidity. I refused to get into some debate about sexuality. And for him to yet again talk to strangers, why couldn’t he sit alone like a normal New Yorker and be in his phone patiently  waiting for the CD’s? Have not his parents told him the adolescence rule about speaking to strangers. However, if they lured him in with candy…I want one.

Still confused as to how meditation met with being gay in a discussion, the old white lady rises from her seat in disbelief. “Something is wrong with you,” she said to Ronald.  Ronald combats her phobia  by telling me how she believes being gay is wrong for, yet of course, religious reasons. She turns to me slipping through the cracks of the tables, she was very soft spoken, so caring the tone of her voice that her ignorance felt loving and right. It wasn’t.  The lady in gray finally looks up at me. I was caught by surprise by her crossed eyedness. Things just now got too awkward. “You gay too?” asked the delicate toned elderly. “Nah, I’m straight. I don’t go through their struggles,” I said sarcastically. See, this the deal. I don’t like foolish questions that is none of anybody’s business. In these scenarios, I purposely lie in front of your face. It messes with ones prejudice or fools them completely, in the same moment, their ignorance speaks for them, as they often don’t hold back on words. “Good for you, You should speak to your friend about it,” Grandma suggested.  The lady in gray asked the same invasive  question so quickly with diligence it came off more as a proclamation then inquiry. I completely ignored her and looked to Ronald who still sat his chair sullen. His face appeared docile, innocent, and pale in expression.  The lady in gray goes in this whole sermon after Betty White trailed her nun looking ass out of our vision.

She rants horribly on how Ronald needs to meditate on his life decisions. Then detailed explained God’s workings in first person as if her consciousness was high enough to even speak for an entity the human race as a whole is slowly trying to understand. And so she went on:  “You see that lady next me I didn’t know and when she told me to take off my wig, I knew that was God speaking to me because she is a lady of faith, this is how God works. He expresses himself through you and I. He left his word. Don’t worry I accept you.” This angered me, how are you going to say you accept someone and tell one to meditate on how to live their life? When I addressed that to her, she fires her acceptance to me. Bitch, I don’t need you to accept me! I don’t even know you! How dare she flaunt her fake forgiveness in my face. The audacity of it all, be it that miserable, disgraceful relationship between her and that dirty, filthy, shit colored wig! I wanted to tell her so badly to meditate and accept that furry animal she hides under.

Instead I zipped my bag and left with Ronald following after me. The incident moments before I left in the past though Ron still felt indifferent. I made a pit stop at the Bank when he asked about my next moves, “I’m going home.”  He remained quiet before spilling out his feelings, “I’m really hurt…” I didn’t pay any mind, I was too focus on the ATM and how much money I was going to withdraw. I think twenty is doable. To be quite honest, I didn’t really care how he felt.  He has this tendency to speak to me in a chastising way especially during our business ordeal. A nasty distaste is left in my mouth refusing to care at all.

” I need a hug,” he commanded. At this point, was he just trying to stall? Because, I’m not for the nuisances and the woe is me narrative. No one told him to speak to strangers and actually sit there defenseless.  He actually agreed to meditate  on it! He made them feel right, he made himself feel weak. I glanced at him sharply, “Aw, you feel bad?” He nodded meekly before me. Just when he thought I was going to confide him in my arms like a protective brother, I pat him ever so lightly on the back. “Aw You’re a big boy. You’ll be ‘iight. When people try to undervalue me in passive aggressive ways I ignore it, or read the shit out of them, depending on the battle.” I cracked a half way smile hoping he caught the undertone shade I threw.  “You know before you came,” He started, “They old lady said, something worst then AIDS is coming my way and I am going to suffer.” My  eyes widened in disbelief. “Yeah, and to the black lady she said ‘You should take off that wig. I know it’s fake. You’re never going to get a man with that hair on.’ ” I blurted out laughing so hysterically I collided with a few pedestrians. I couldn’t believe the level of hate was going on at one table! He stood there lifeless in his poise as I tried to pick myself up and regain my composure. “I’m sorry,” I said wiping the saliva off my chin, “The health read is horrible  and this is why I don’t indulge in bitter people like her but, she flamed that other chick so badly. Now that was a classic!” He didn’t move an inch. “You know,” Ronald continued, “It’s hurts more because I am a Christian too!”  I took a deep sigh, knowing this was my cue to go home, “Well, these are your peoples. This is what they do. Hey, what can you do about it.” Placing on hand on his shoulder giving him a few shakes to wake him up from his state, I bid farewell.

I got my ass right on that 5 train, with my nose in my new book called, Science of the Mind.

 

 

 

The Master Cleanse: Day 2

The Master Cleanse: Day 2

         Day 2 is now complete and it went very smoothly.
I had about 64 oz of juice.
It’s recommended to drink six to twelve glasses of 8oz lemon cleanse.

I’m going to explain probably in the middle of the week how I break down this cleanse for the times I am at work.
My energy in day 2 was stabled, however its always the early morning of that I–guess you can say–suffer the most. It’s because of the laxative. After I drink the smooth move at night, by 4 am my stomach is in pain thus waking me up. It feels like a thousand pounds of cramps. It’ daunting like no other and when I eliminate it’s like a pea size. I assume that will be the best time to drink the salt water flush since it acts like a rinse for the system.

It was the same going into Day 3.

I am going to try to maybe drink another bag of laxative tea to better eliminate. I have to say though so far nothing crazy or dramatic going on. I am some how rushing this cleanse to clear my skin, but I keep forgetting it’s only day 2.

Well, that’s all for now! Ciao!

The Master Cleanse: Day 1

Alright! so, I finally after almost 5 years of forgetting, remembering, not having enough money, to having enough then splurging on other things, to presently having the money again, I can actually say I started The Master Cleanse.  What is The Master Cleanse (TMC)? It’s has many names such as Lemonade Diet, Lemon Cleanse, Beyonce Diet, etc. The original cleanse, created by Stanley Burroughs, consists of the following…

  • 2 Tablespoons of lemon or lime juice (approx. 1⁄2 lemon)
  • 2 Tablespoons of Organic maple syrup (Grade B)

  • 1/10 Teaspoon of cayenne pepper.

  • 8oz water, room temperature or cold

  • Sea salt water ( Real non-iodine sea salt)
  • Laxative Herbal Tea

The purpose of this is not just to loose weight. I’ve seen a lot of people use this detox as a means of just loosing weight, especially here in America because that’s what only eating healthy is for forgetting about the soulful benefits of it all! Skinny/slim/avg/underweight people can use this detox as well and not loose dramatic amounts of pounds but relatively maintain a healthy weight or even gain a little. Yes, it is possible.

I personally am using this detox to restore my body. I want to rid the toxins I have accumulated through the fast foods and other chemicals I drenched my body in. I want to rid this acne issue and clear up my skin, I want to reset my digestive track which has been badly mistreated by me and my gluttony. Improve my flexibility, if possible, and just overall feel good, clear, and healthy. I am already in the middle of Day 2, but I am going to explain how day one went.

 Day 1

The night before, I took my smooth move laxative herbal tea that hit me hard in the morning following the salt water flush. I didn’t have many bathroom runs only two which I was cool with. I had orange juice a few hours later by accident, it was a small amount, so I figured I’ll continue with the cleanse. I went to buy all my supplies realizing how expensive organic lemons can be. It was a slight turn off, but I said, “No! this is for a greater purpose.” I made my first concoction about 4 pm, It was very late in the day, I know. It was actually pretty good! I am ecstatic about tasting real maple syrup. It’s amazing! it’s so good! I even sometimes sneak in an extra tablespoon just to taste. I wouldn’t be completely honest if I said I haven’t thought about drinking it straight. I want a maple tree in my backyard. Anyways, day 1 is always easiest. I did find it quite interesting how around 11pm I got really hungry and I just had 32oz juice less then 15 mins prior. Although I felt full I had a strong craving or sensation to eat again. Then I notice that around 11pm is usually when I have dinner since I always come home late…Interesting, aye!

 

The Raven-Symonè Syndrome: Blacks Agreeing with Raven-Symonè’s Discrimination

The Raven-Symonè Syndrome: Blacks Agreeing with Raven-Symonè’s Discrimination

After Raven-Symonè made her outlandish comment on The View stating she would not hire people with black names or more specifically names like “watermelon-andrea”, the black community came together once again to take her to her grave. Be it on Tumblr, Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram the black presence was a stern one in siding against her, because to be quite frank, she was referring to your friend, family or you! Raven had already caught her first strike from the Oprah interview when she gleefully disassociating herself from the black community. You know, usually most Disney Kid stars (or any kid Star for that matter) goes through that phase to exile themselves from the innocent characters they play by overtly selling sex, doing hard drugs, or become Miley Cyrus for a few months, but miss Raven-Symonè no! She chose to embarrass herself in such a way that it will hit her fans to the core. She choose to tamper with the identity of other people, carelessly! As you see, people like Christina Aguilera, Britney Spears, Olsen Twins, Miley Cyrus, and more had their own fall out from the “good-girl” image that was personal to them, where the supporters can watch and ride reconstruction wave with them. Raven on the other hand, You can’t even explain it, you have to name it for what it is and i’m calling it the Raven-Symonè Syndrome.

What is the Raven-Symonè Syndrome? It’s when a person disassociates themselves from a community while still looking like the community and not assimilating into another entirely, to then discriminate against the people you were once-if ever- connected to. In other words, anybody that is sounding like miss thing on The View. Morosely, I seen a lot of this going on in many social media platforms. And it’s sad, it’s very sad! Blacks left and right are agreeing saying things like, “Well, she has a point, these ghetto names are getting out of hand,” or “I won’t hire anybody either with that name.” Now, in reality we all know they are not talking about the name “watermelon-andrea,” but names like Laquashia, Shaquashia, Latoya, Shaneneh, Rashida, Moesha, and so forth. So to those that this applies to please help me break down your logic! The people that are proudly agreeing have no business in which they can even remotely filter out any “ghetto names” nor they even have a entrepreneurship plan set to go in fruition tomorrow. Granted, you don’t need to own a business to hire someone, but as a black person you mean to tell me you will not hire another brother or sister because of name they ultimately did not choose? If you cannot look past a person’s name before actually viewing their character, then there’s something psychologically wrong with you.  It’s the ones that complain about lateefa not having a job and being on welfare, but yet prevent her from getting a job because of her name. Please explain to me in what form does this correlation makes sense!

It is also the same ones, whose wigs are on too loosely and wrist bent for the Gods that suffers from this syndrome! People of color in the LGBTQ+ community split their lips up and down agreeing with this discrimination, yet get mad when someone’s Grindr says Whites and Latino’s only or another Adam profile says masculine only. You want the world to see you past your sexuality while not hiring your friend Latisha. You bagger when society says, “pick a gender,” “pick a sex to love and stick with it,” while oppressing the next person in the same breath. Talk about the oppressed being the oppressor. It’s real! All in all, blacks agreeing with this discrimination sounds like they would prevent someone from making a living became of a name, let that sink in.

As for Raven-Symonè, the black community today that is angry were the ones who watch you grow, who grew with you, who has happy you maintained a clean image into adulthood! Black Twitter drenched you with an abundance of love during the Disney nostalgia moments and for you to say you would prevent a fan from making a living because of her name, or say you choose to proudly not sit with us…damn, girl! Do you realize your hairstyles aren’t eligible for hiring either…? Well, The Black Community agrees to gladly let you go. The white community don’t want you either, nor does the Hispanics, so you can sit at the back of the lunchroom with your BomQuisha hair dues as you preferred.

…And now I am going to fierce and use a picture of her looking a fool.

Social Exchange

Social Exchange

Just a very simple post…

Are you guys on any other media platforms like instagram, snapchat, twitter, and tumblr? Facebook is corney.

I’m  thinking of getting pinterest, though I’m not sure about it. Would you guys recommended ?

Either way, what are your outlets comment below.

Since my asking you first,  I will follow first.

Ciao!

UPDATE: Birthday, Hamptons, Instagram, School & More.

UPDATE: Birthday, Hamptons, Instagram, School & More.

Alright! my peoples, who are you all guys are going?  I am doing well over here, thanks for asking. And if you didn’t ask, well…thank you anyways.  So in my last post, I spoke about a few of my May favorites. Which as of now they still are but I can’t wait to express some of my June favorites at the end of the month. However, since then, approximately 14 days past and I can say I pretty pleased with how things are going on.

Birthday/Hamptons

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In front of the Cohens Estate

First, I am now 23. My birthday was on June 6 and guys, I had the best birthday ever! I haven’t enjoyed my birthday since my single digit days running up and down the Discovery Zone, which I believe is now out of business. The Discovery Zone was like the better version of Chuckie Cheese and McDonalds Playhouse. What made it so fun was because I celebrated my 23rd birthday in the Hampton. Yes! I am like so jumping for joy!

Breathe, okay, let me simmer.

pool

My phone actually took this, my edit skills perfected this!

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poodle

part of the “Stuff” were these “poodle” bracelets. A term my friend made up as we felt very pure and boogie the whole day. “Just something to walk your poodle in”

Alright, yeah, I’m ready. So, everything fell into place being that the event in the Hampton happened to be on the same day as my birthday. Perfect!. I went with a good friend of mine and an art teacher/friend. The event was a charity type donation place where people basically auctioned money to fund this school. The estate was gratifying! I never seen a house as big as this up close in personal. They had a tennis court in their front yard with 12-13 foot bushes and a beach in their backyard. Not to forget the pool along with an array of pretty flowers. The food was elegantly made, I was around expensive people. It was such a tasteful, inspiring, learning experience. I’m glad I looked the part! I left there feeling so blessed. I also left full with a few sandwiches in my bag along with other dainty Hampton stuff. I am never ever, ever, ever, going to forget such an experience. I want plenty of more of those. Actually, I want a mentor to guide me to those expenses. I want to taste the crisp air again. Until then, I will read the Hampton’s magazine and practice Law of Attraction. Ha!

Instagram lifestyle

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@Sardoniclaugh

Aesthetics dahling! Aesthetics, aesthetics, aesthetics! Its all about the aesthetics of Instagram. Yeah, well many people may think it’s taken too seriously, but on the one hand, it does make you pay attention to whats around you more. Lately, I have been taking my Instagram feed and trying to make it more  “aesthetically pleasing” Which  is this new trendy thing going on. Basically, the goal is to have every picture compliment each other with the same borders, filters, colors, etc. Thus, you create a theme. I’ve seen some awe creative feeds that makes me scream YES! and I seen some that just makes me unfollow!  In a future post I will explain how I edit my photos, but in the mean time I need to learn how to perfect it now that I got the right tools. I think I may need an Iphone 6 or invest in a professional camera. I like quality things and social media outlets are another extension of yourself, I believe. With that, I think its very cool to have your mini representations look nice. Eventually, it will look like some brand when everything flow and is cohesive. This why I wanted to change my blog name to SardonicLaughs, though I’m realizing I may loose all my content in the process. That’s so dumb! Whether you like it or not you are being judged and look at like some brand. When need be to market myself, I want my outlets to represent me uniquely and entirely. When I tried to do a whole new IG it got deleted in the same day, like really…I was so pissed! Whatever now I will just learn the tricks and the trades. Follow me though @sardoniclaugh, please!

College

Now we all know my struggle with college has been essence of drama ever since the death of romeo. Good news burst through my email about a week ago ( starts doing the shamoney). BMCC accepted me, Yes! thank the law of attraction yet again as it always a method of prevail. I swear! I was like jumping for joy, like literally in my house on my bed spazzing out! Like honestly I was so stoked. I can now finish with in the next two years maybe even faster! I can give my parents a graduation, feel complete, then move on with my life! Surprisingly, I am hype to return back to this place. Reason be it cause I will be taking courses I hand picked, perfecting my writing skills with my new writing & literature major as well as taking up Italian. My path is finally clear! all I have to do now is drive straight to the finish line after 7 years…

Hobbies

I’ve been enjoying myself a little more lately, meaning I have been focusing a lil’ more on myself more than I have ever before. I took a risk like three weeks ago and that was to just randomly ask these people to jump double dutch at union square park. This was unnerving because I can be extremely shy to the point I will miss out on opportunities because of it. Double dutch has been very close to for as far back as the age of 5. However, due to society my parents banned me from jumping it because it was girly, and perpetuates more teasing and so forth. In return, I would sneakily jump double dutch when my parents weren’t around. It was thrilling to be rebelling the way that I was, but also scary when I got caught.  Now, I am able to fill the deep desire to do Double-Dutch-Entertainers-e1361180285187jump and do what I like without a care in the world. It’s amazing that I took the chance to ask and now I’m meeting new people. I am doing what I like to do by myself. I am proud of myself honestly, It just fine tunes another facet of me.  I am glad that I am exploring myself into these areas from voguing to double dutch, writing and more. I am doing what pleases and interest me and its rewarding.  I’m much more happier than I have been in months, Ideally because schools is out and summer is here, laugh out loud. Oh, yeah and I started dancing again and performing this weekend in Harlem, NY. So excited to be on stage again in a custom being me!

Expert level much!

Well, I think that is all for now. I’m thinking about posting on a scheduled basis like twice a week at a certain time that way its best for consistency, organization, and expectations for readers. I’m still on the fence about my blog name, blah! Until next time, CIAO!

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Daily Prompt: In the Summertime

May Favorites!

May Favorites!

Hooray for June! My third annual 21st birthday is only 4 days away! I am somewhat excited.  While yet in another process of trying to upgrade mini me (this blog), I decided to do monthly favorites. Inspired by my favorites YouTubers, of course. I just haven’t seen a blog version of it yet so I thought, “It’s something cool to add in the general department.” And I think it’s smarter to do it at the end of the month, simple so there is actually time to favorite things. So, I shall begin.

One Smart Cookie

Screenshot_2015-06-01-19-57-05_1 Sweet tooth lovers, I have found the answer. I mean the delectable, divine, scrumptious cookies. All that knows me knows I am a huge spender on oatmeal cookies. Like, these are my Starbucks. These cookies literally, and I am not lying, take me to another realm of just pure blissfulness. Why? Well, not only are these made with REAL ingredients but the raisins are enormous and soft. These cookies are soft plump heaven creations. Every time I eat these I am smiling deeply and or laughing for no reason like the salad commercials. Sorry, I can’t say where to buy these. Give or take maybe your nearest whole foods store (Whole Foods, Fairway, Trader Joes, etc.)  One Smart Cookie is the brand. It’s not even a brand, its a lifestyle…I swear, I can go for some right now. Oh hell yes! Take me Higher! Amen!

KINKY BOOTS

THIS show was amazing. What made even more tasteful was the fact that I had a extra full on experience. Luckily, I was blessedcd-white_1024x1024 enough to a back stage tour with this broadway show. The whole day literally took about 12 hours as I was introduced to the marketing company behind them,  had lunch at hard rock cafe,  being taught the final dance piece, dinner at Tony’s DiNapoli’s italian resturant, backstage tour,  the show, then lastly meeting the cast. The show was so much fun, hilarious and I mean very funny! Billy Porter is the guy to see! I am telling you! They way he did that role it was made for him! It’s a show about loving yourself and accepting other people for who they are. A definite must see! I mean hello they won 6 Tony awards for a reason! Here’s ones of the songs in the show “Everybody Say Yeah

SPOTIFY

I’m usually not the streaming music type of guy. Nor am I the buy everybody’s album type of guy either. I am more so the strip spotify-logo-primary-vertical-dark-background-rgbit off Youtube type of guy. The hassle with that however comes with find good quality sound on youtube. Many of the clips are altered for copyright or just sounds airy. I work in an audio engineering department so I have so much of an ear of good quality sound. That being said, I have Spotify and it was have definitely made May musically fun! I have the chance to listen to every album that comes out, plus, pick and choose songs from other artists song and create my own playlist. Sad part is, it sucked my date usage dry! and I mean drought! But the quality and the accessibility out weighs the cons. Plus right now, It’s 99 cents for three months. I am so with it! for the next three months–that is.  Mariah Carey sound very nice under Spotify =)

PURE LEAF TEA

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“Aint none of my business its Tea though” – Mariah Carey “Infinity.”  Its pure leaf tea and it’s all of my business and then some. I was recently introduced this tea by my lovely mom. At first I was skeptic because tea’s be tasting like vitamin water or flavored water which both are just about that.  But this Tea here is so refreshing and hydrating! Add some oatmeal cookies and I am living in the islands. I swear It’s has literally been my favorite and will be for the summer! I really recommend people by this drink specifically the peach and lemon. They are by far the best! It taste so authentic. Oh heaven!

New York Times BestSeller Not My Father’s Son by Alan Cummings

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You probably recognize him as Eli Gold in the Hit TV Series “The Good Wife.”  He also played as the NightCrawler in X2: X-men United, Spy Kids, and he is a tony award winning actor in the play Cabaret! Not My Father’s son is a memoir about his
relationship between his abusive father and himself. It contains some real, grave, descriptive scene’s of his father rage. I enjoyed it very much because I was able to relate to 90% of the story. It helped me recall memories I forgot I had with my dad that was just down right out of this world! You also learn another huge secret about that was held from him that was also quite the catch too. Being the little bless being that I am, I know his husband Grant Shaffer is also so dear too me. Through him, I am actually getting my book signed VIP style. No lines. No hassel. Just sent straight to him and back to me! I really recommend this book!

Well, that is all for May. May was a battle but it ended sweetly. Join the convo &  comment your may favorites below!