Friday, September 26

Early Bird Day.

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First off, thanks everyone for the early birthday gifts. I really appreciate all of the kind words and kind apparel. Bill from Bill's in Latrobe, Pennsylvania, Mike from Labels, Ben from The Hundreds and all you other playas out there. And if anyone else wants to send me some more sugar, ya'll know the address. And if you don't know, you better axe somebody.

Thursday, September 25

Boxes Pt 2.

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The good folks at Vans and Motivation sent me a few presents that landed on my bed this morning. Motivation is a great boutique up in Ann Arbor that you should check out if you're ever in town. Thanks to them, I also got a hold of Mick Boogie's Brooklyn Soul which is a Jay-Z vs. Marvin Gaye mixtape. It includes the entire American Gangster album sampled with Marvin Gaye classics. You could probably find it on the internet somewhere. The search is half the fun. Unless of course, you searched to this blog and are frustrated to find that there's no link here.

Wednesday, September 24

Mugs.

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Last night, I conducted an experiment for an upcoming book I am co-writing about robberies. We then robbed some people using peculiar tactics. They all ended up successful and resulted in $152.33. Watch out for this book hitting stores late Fall '09.

Monday, September 22

Balls.

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Yesterday after my entourage and I attended Tae Kwon Do, we played a little basketball in the courts. Two on two, first to seven, win by two, Apt 203 vs Room 206. I won't tell you the end result but I will tell you we are creating a basketball team with a center we found on the streets. Nicolai Nicolove. 6'11''. With a wingspan that of Goliath, the main dude on the show Gargoyles, but the brains of Jabs, the dude one the show Street Sharks, he is sure to crush the opposition. We are the Richmond Rapists and we will e-talkwise rape you. Oh yea. My team won in that one game.

Busted.

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Saturday night. 9 PM. I threw one of the most infamous talked about parties in all of Richmond. About six, no seven people were over playing Rock Band. A knock was heard on the door and I looked through the peep hole. Richmond Police Department. We talked. And he BUSTED our party. I couldn't really hear what he said because there was some lame party involving drugs and under-aged drinking going on the apartment across from mine, but he mentioned that someone had complained. Someone as in the girls in 103. So girls in 103, if you're reading this... Subscribe to my blog. And read it just in case I give ya'll another shout out! Love ya!

Henrock Rylins.

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This was not a metal show. There were girls there. Don't trust that photo. That photo just represents what happened to me. For under that guy, is another guy. Smaller, and more Asian getting crushed. But I didn't care. I lost my vision for a little bit and wandered around until a nice girl gave me back my sight.

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Boxes.

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So my Friday secretary left me some packages in my office which I stumbled upon today, literally. The good folks at Ludwig and The Hundreds recognized how important I was and sent me some gifts which is nice of them. Look at Beethoven there. It's beautiful. And of course the Hundreds is the Hundreds and the Hundreds is Huge. Apparently I should be getting some more boxes over the course of the next few weeks which is nice.

Thursday, September 18

Clientele.

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A few business partners visited and we sat over some dinner to discuss the current state of economics in America. Somehow the conversation ended up being about one question: Who would win in a debate, Barry Obama or Charles Xavier. And also who would look better in a tutu: Kathy Bates or that one chick in Dodgeball. Then we built a Large Hadron Collider and ended existence.

Sunday, September 14

Unfortunate Visage of Animals.


This weekend I went on an expedition to do a report on a colony of clones assembled from all over Virginia. I found out some interesting things as I traveled amongst them, mostly negative but I managed to make a few friends along the way. Like seeing a whole country suffer from AIDS and starvation, I examined subjects give in to the pressure and mentality of certain substances. I was embarrassed for them. Certain subjects seemed so pathetic. On my venture home, I realized the hidden truth behind this place and swore never to come back.

Saturday, September 13

Laid Off.

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Some people like to use email. Some use voicemail. And others stick with pen and paper and send letters. I'm not sure where I'm going with this but let's just say I'm so important that I come home and my secretary has kindly left notes, comments and feedback for me on my desk. Next week I'm going to be taking some lessons from good friend, Derek Zoolander on how to maintain this popularity and still be rediculously good looking. Until then...

Monday, September 8

Bill Is Cool.

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Bill is cool. He has a shirt that says Bill is cool. You don't have to be important as I am to understand that. If you know anything about medieval, Aristotelian philosophy. You can't beat that deduction. Apples to Apples is not cool. That's why you don't see me in that picture. But you see Bill. But Bill is cool... Has your computer exploded yet?

Saturday, September 6

Wondrous.

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I got lost yesterday and stumbled upon one of Earth's mysteries. Seemingly young, hip people who do not know who I am. Luckily I brought my personal Dj to crank some tunes for everyone so now they are in the know. Music is a great tool. "When I say 'he', you say 'is important!'"

Wednesday, September 3

Cup of Kofi.

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I sat down with former Secretary General of the UN, Kofi Annan, to have a cup of coffee at the famous and overly, yet necessarily priced coffee shop, The Mellocup. We dicussed world poverty, microfinance, streetwear, the 2012 elections and the current state of music.

As you may know he and I, and apparently Kid Rock, are very against this MP3 age. Being able to purchase only the singles and not entire albums are hurting the music industry. Artists are beginning to write songs solely for the purpose of selling a song, rather than the whole album let alone emotions that can be carried with albums. Also being able to skip around to certain tracks on CDs have rendered some songs completely unheard. I say we all go back to the days of cassettes. Or just download whole discographies on BitTorrent.

Monday, September 1

Fart Art.

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I attended my nameless friend's art show at the Museé D'Orsay this weekend. It was some old crappy, not fun impressionist work or some crap like that. I went to show some support and it was free so yea. Not that I have a problem paying for plane tickets. Because I don't. Anyways, I caught some no class metal jerk "resting his artfilled eyes" next to an air freshener thing. Just plain disrespectful. First off, he wasn't wearing a vest like everyone else at the show. Secondly, his name is Nathan... The nerve.