JUNK in the TRUNK

i've always been active---all my life. i find myself in my later years however, stepping away from the rigorous activities of my youth (most in part due to my body breakdown--bball & competitive running was bad to the ankles, knees & hips) and shifting devotion to practice that is not only mentally & physically challenging---but also contributes to my spiritual alignment with the universe.

And for the record...i LIKE MY JUNK all up in my trunk.

i rather prefer the thickness to my thighs & bottomside...it's a GIFT (yes, GIFT. trust me...there are MANY women who just don't got it like that...so I surely thank god (or moms & pops) for the little GENES that allow me to fill out a pair of JEANS).

one of my (many) favorite lines in pulp fiction came outta the mouth of that mousy girlfriend of Butch...Esmeralda....she played a good annoying ass female you wanted to slap...

anyway...she has a great line:

"I don't give a damn what men find attractive. It's unfortunate what we find pleasing to the touch and pleasing to the eye is seldom the same."

WORD.

summed up so beautifully. if we were all blind, the thick honeys of the world WOULD OWN ALL THE LOVIN. “the thicker the berry the sweeter the juice.” LOL. surely with our eyes closed we all prefer the FEEL of a BODY versus the FEEL of BONES. eeegh.

Do a social justice today…and give a skinny bitch a SAMMICH, puuh-lease.

NOW. with all that being said...(here's where the hypocrisy comes rolling off my tongue)...Sad to say i must part with some of my accumulated chunk.

NOT because I hate myself like I am…although i would love if i could actually FIT nicely in my size 7s versus the squeeze of late...if anyone truly knows me, you know I am oh-so FAR FROM EVER HATING MYSELF. no matter what size this G is...she ALWAYS looks good *wink. my chunk loss will actually be an involuntary after effect of finally getting my sedentary booty off the couch and back to capoeira & yoga practice. and mind you...it's LONG OVERDUE...i've been absent for a VERY VERY (embarrassingly) LONG time.

Yea. The extra poundage that is GYA has made my practice quite possibly the best/worst kinda human experience simultaneously...MY ASS HURTs SOOO GOOD---that’s an oxymoron if i ever heard one. I HURT IN PRACTICE...with the worse hurt yet to come…THE DAY AFTER, AND AFTER, AND AFTER, AND AFTER that....YEA. MY ASS IS UNBELIEVABLY SORE. I got marq to walk and tajsh to elbow & knee my gluteus maximums last night. For like…a minute.

Enough of this! I really gotta get my booty back into shape, hurt this bad should be illegal. But thank god (moms & pops 2times!) for...the good genes that allow me to bounce back into shape quick! In no time I’ll be back on top…and not squeezing the junk into the jeans.

now if i can only get past these first 2 weeks of GOOD PAIN.

i really hate that cliché saying..."no pain, no gain”

cuz it’s true.
and that’s WACK.

PEACEbe! I am that sore ass muscled G.
I’m gonna go watch PULP FICTION now.

THE ROOMMATES!

so like i was saying before...i'm no longer homeless.



WE'RE HAVING A PART-TAAAAY!

first one at the new crib...like a great man once said...

"IT'S A CELEBRATION BITCHES!"

over the last couple weeks...

i was out.

doing what i love to do.

went to florida, for...close to a week...in hollywood/ft. lauderdale to be exact. did you know there are 2 HARD ROCK HOTEL & CASINOs in florida? did ya know NATIVES own the m-fuckas?? well...they do. The seminole tribe of florida holdin it down...i like to collect magnets wherever i go...do you think i found ONE magnet ANYWHERE i went in this freakin place??!!

not one. *shaking head*

what'd i do there? i MC'd an event the seminole tribe of florida puts on for tourists. it was cool...i got a chance to stretch my vocals a bit, which i haven't done in a very long time. sang the nat'l anthem (en anglais) to open up their main event each day. hung out in the casino, experienced the night life...worked...got paid...it was great.

from florida i flew out to good ol' vegas and i was there a week. i felt ASHAMED on a couple occasions...i mean...i was there to WORK (MCing, handling media/PR, sang the national anthem on one occasion) but that was during the day (12-hour dayz might i add)...i found myself at the end of each day TIRED!

man.

i found myself at 9.30 pm each day SOOoo tired...wanted to crawl up to my posh room and fall asleep. no harm in wanting that right??...well...SURE if i was in KENTUCKY or somewhere boring...BUT....here i am....IN MY TWENTIES...IN LAS VEGAS...IT'S NOT EVEN 10 PM....AND I WANT TO CRAWL UP TO MY ROOM AND PASS OUT??

that's just straight EMBARASSING yo.

but you know...i'm a G. a soldier. :-p yea, i MADE my ass stay up and out all night. i wasn't going out like no punk.

haha.

so yea...i cut my vegas trip short and flew home on friday one way....i was feeling a tad bit homesick. just before i left to florida i FINALLY moved into my new home! with my new roommates. it's the shizzle yo...well, except for the REALLY SHITTY management company we have to deal with...but that's another BLOG for another day when i'm not soo fired up about all that.

all in all...the travels were good. free-lancing my self out is the shizzle. my peepizzles.
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peace be, i am that FREELANCIN FOOL...g



(me n a cockatoo...it was either him or an alligator...yea...which one would you have chosen?)


(me with mary kim titla & hall o famer-dick butkus, chicago bears after my nat'l anthem performance in Vegas for RES 2006)


(me with mentor, Mary Kim Titla...i got to co-EMCEE this reception in LV with her :-)

ps. for those of you curious...the anthem thang...yea...i am no proclaimed singer...but i WILL belt a note or two when duty calls :-). next time i sing it though...it won't be in english...haha...watch out now.