@TooBlackforBET

When people would ask me if I was on twitter, my reply would always be.

"My life is too interesting for 140 characters or less."

I've been using it for the past week (via white iPhone 4)

and I have really came to like it. I can definitly see how people can immerse themselves in that world and lose relationships, friends and time. I felt the same way I felt when I first used myspace from hot or not. The learning curve wasn't steep at all and before long I was @'ing and #'ing all over the place. I've found while I'm at the lot it's a cool place to tweet and the girls that come into the club I valet at make it a whole lot more interesting.

I've been shooting with this Canon Rebel 35mm and the more I shoot the more I want to invest in some proper lenses for it. I've been shooting it digitally and the shots have been coming out pretty good.

School is back in season and I couldn't be happier. The campus I go to is only 3 miles away, which equates to a 16 minute ride on my road bike (the white one)

I'm using the bike to kick start my exercise regime because swimming season is right around the corner and I think I'm Mike Phelps, Greg Louganis!

Too scary for halloween?

I originally intended on staying in for 'halloween' but I thought to myself,

"How many days of the year can I go out dressed like a fucking psychopath and no one will bat an eyelash at me?"

With that I pulled myself away from the 'sexbox 360' and started making calls. Now I wasn't short on ideas for masks, in 2003/2004 when I was a pretty big 'slipknot' fan, I made a series of masks based on the drummer 'Joey Jordisons' mask.

Plus I had a mask I bought on my 18th birthday....

It was Novemeber 4th 2003 and I woke up and had all these itchy ass sores all over my chest, arms and face and it scared the shit out of me. I'm sitting there days away from my 18th birthday like...

'What the fuck can this be? Am I dying? Do I have a STD or something? Why didn't I pay attention in health?'

So I go to good old CDC.org and look up my symptoms, and I come to the conclusion that I must have either ; warts, hives, agent orange, shingles or that 'Tom Hanks'. So I tell my mom that I'm dying and we go to the doctor and he comes back and tells me it's chicken pox!

My joy quickly turned to anger at my mother because it's her fault for not letting me go to sleep overs and shit so now I've gotta hang out with this mask on my face to cover up the pox marks and shit, and I'll have chicken pox on my 18th birthday!

I decided I would go with the white mask on the left, but I thought "how can I spice this up because I'm gonna be wearing normal clothes and I don't wanna look stupid/like I tried too hard/like I didn't try enough." I had some mascara in my trunk so I headed to the bathroom to hook myself up. I originally was just gonna write 'book' on my face. Or dress metro as hell and use the mascara to put scars on my face and say I was 'seal'. Or blow the dust off of my Navy uniform and go as my celeb look alike, 'Antwone Fisher'

Surprisingly 'facebook' needed too much explanation, so I just started on my lips and before I knew it my whole face was done.

Leaving the house I had no idea what I would tell people I was... I finally settled on 'fresh to death'.

But in my quest to find a happy medium between not trying to hard and looking cool, I made the same mistake as 'Cady'. I was too fucking scary.

Pic Tails pt.37 1/3

I was in the market for running shoes when I came across these. I'm not really a big running fan because I think riding a bike is better but they do look cool and I do like to wear them.

Speaking of riding... I upgraded my road bike to a new hipster friendly 'fixie'. It's so light and cool looking and when I get some free time on my hands, I want to give it a ice cream paint job.

By my actions it's hard to believe that I try to be a somewhat righteous person. Well maybe not righteous, but I try to do right by people, because karma comes back around. One thing that even to this day baffled me was that even though I do some pretty bad things, God continues to bless me. I really feel like good things are happening to a bad person....

'If you sin and ask forgiveness you will be forgiven, no matter what'

I hear that and that's like no incentive to change my ways, not that I really need any or that my 'ways' are that bad. But it ties along with the one of the few things that keeps me out of church. I don't want to be a hypocrite, and be in church talking about being saved and a solider for Christ on sunday morning. When just six hours ago I was in the club doin' whatever... But I guess that probably would be better than Pastor Pillow and Deacon Comforter I commune with every sunday
I saw this a thrift store and I don't even remember what it's supposed to say?


I got the chance to see Erykah Badu and Ricky Smiley. I had made up my mind a long time ago that I wanted to go but I almost missed out on my chance to see her. She put on an amazing show at the 'Atlanta civic center' and it's was my first ever concert in a 'theater' setting. So Erykah's on stage and there are two women behind me drunk as skunks saying shit like...

"I wanna hear Honey....is this honey???.....she needs to do honey!"

"The bands not even playing, that machine she has on stage (MPC5000) plays everything, they're only on stage for looks"

"Since when did black people get so persnickety??? They don't want me to stand up and have a good time when I paid my money for these tickets!"

For the first half of Erykah's performance, people were seated with just a few people standing up. Erykah Badu sees it and is like '

damn if I woulda known people couldn't stand up and party I wouldn't of played here!'

My date for the evening 'monica' went dressed as 'nicki minaj'
I went to underground atlanta and I was walking with this chick 'kira', so this woman runs up on us and is like

"OMG who did your hair *looks at me* let me guess you right?"

Andre: .....Yeah....sure....

"I knew it so what did you use and.....''

When I first saw her hair, I thought... "mediatakeout.com..."

Since my birthday is coming up again, I decided to start on my wishlist early. I originally wanted to get some tortoise shell wayfarers, but when I tried them on, my face was waaaay too big for them. Plus they really don't suit my face like I assumed they would.

So the night finally comes and I go with 'elaine' to the party.

So we pull up and I see not one but two pink caddy's and I'm like "Damn, they brought the heavy hitters out here!"

So we go in and these glammed up ladies look at us like we're from the planet X, but we see one of our handlers and she tells us to head on back.
Going deeper into the Mary Kay compound, there's like a classroom with all these chicks in front of a mirror type contraption with all various milks and honey's for your face. After being like 30 minutes late and making a scene as the only guy in the room, I take a seat near this cute girl with a baby face and a body like amazing grace.

"Mary Kay is recession proof, think about it... people will cut out alot of stuff but they still wanna look good. Am I right?"

Listening to the spiel about Mary Kay my handler put on, it's easy to see the allure of it. Selling shit people really don't need but they will pay for cause it's nice to have. But thats the same allure the weed/dope game has. You get someone under you selling shit and come up off their come up's, and they get someone under them and before you know it you're in a paid for Toyota Camry/Pink Cadillac.

So after exfoliating and rehydrating my lips, I adjust my personal mirror real smooth like so I can get a better look at the girl behind me and we make eye contact.
I'm a firm believer in 'dancing with who brung ya' and I love what me and 'elaine' have but at the same time, we're just friends. So me and this chick talk all through the presentation through my mirror about how she wants to go and hates this shit, so I tell her "You can't leave without taking my number"

I really enjoy spending time with 'elaine'

My guitar...Every time I look at it I shudder to think I was about to sell it.

Gotcha!

First time going to the Leopard Lounge and it was....alright. I mean it was weird not being with Lloyd, Smitty and E or whatever but I mean 'nothing stays gold forever' right?

Family Values: A blast from the past

What happened to me... I used to be such a cute boy. Now when I show these pictures to girls I tell them that "This is my son, he's just turning ___ or just starting middle school." I'm such a gas sometimes...





My mom is always tellin' me not to buy all these clothes and shoes and how I don't need all them right, but she's the same woman with a 2500 ink coat hanging in the closet along with sooooo many clothes from before I was born ands stuff... SMDH

My mom is a beautiful woman and I'm glad I'm glad I get it from my momma, not taking anything away from my father cause he gave me my towering 5'12 frame and sexy chocolate smooth skin

$60 drinks and the like

Out to sea doing circles in the ocean and I've got hella shit on my sidekick but in the meantime here's some 2K08 fuckery....

Went out with the big homie Rafi aka "Puerto Rican 50 cent" and it was my first time going out with "bravo". I went with "omari" and it felt good to have her with me because rafi's chick is a model (she modeled in the perky turkey fashion show) and her agent supposedly booked her and her model friends a appearance at the club. But it kinda sucked her her friends were hella stuck up...not really stuck up but these fiona apple lookin scene hoes just wanted to be scene/seen, they thought they were too good cause they had some champagne and were in vip cause of their agent!

here's a link to youtube of her goin off about that shit...I'm out to sea and youtube is a no no...

Like me and the team would be dancing in vip and they were looking at us like we were out of place and shit, and when I did dance with one of the models it was kinda wack cause I'm a lil' winehoused and I wanna grind not just be a "human accessory". After they got some liquor in them they were pretty chillax though...

Me and Omari go to the bar to get to it and round sharing is in effect, so I order a double grey goose and pineapple and a little bit of grenadine(the nelson muntz) and a double crown and coke... you know what that fucking bartender says to me?

60 fucking dollars!!!

I look at omari and she looks at me and I'm like "I'm gonna get these drinks and the next round is on you, but after this we're gonna drink up all these fiona apple lookin hoes champagne!"

All in all a cool night

-saw a pregnant girl in there, not like "OMG pee on the dipstick pregnant" I'm talkin about "mufuckas rubbing your tummy pregnant, asking you whens the big day", and I saw her at the bar, I told omari, "I'm gonna go over there and waterboy tackle the shit out of her if she orders a drink!" I watched her like a hawk and read her lips...she ordered a apple juice.-saw my homeboy B aka Vinnie from Naughty by Nature, it's been almost a year and he's still cooler than a box fan.