Halloween, Basketball + I need a girl to ride, ride, ride.

Happy Halloween! This used to be my favorite holiday when I was a youngster. I loved candy. I also loved having no responsibilities. I decided to pay my parking tickets from September instead of buying a costume this year. But I did wake up in a celebratory type of mood this morning. I wore my Orange Astros fitted, Black tee, and Brian Andersons to work today. Orange and Black, ya dig! I was supposed to go to this huge GodsGirls Halloween party tonight, but no costume, and no date means I’m gonna watch some NBA games..which have already started. I feel bad about not attending tonights festivities because I love to hold my friends down, and show support, but I’m just not up to it tonight. Sorry girls.

The NBA Season started! Whoa! I haven’t been this excited about basketball in a long time. I zoomed over to my parents place after work yesterday so I could catch the Lakers vs. Rockets game. What an ending! Not really a big fan of either team, but that was good basketball. Kobe definitely showed up. One of the game’s best right there. This year I’m following Boston. My favorite basketball player is KG. I had to endure 10+ years of bullshit by following Minnesota, and now it looks like I can have some sort of hope. Really excited!

I used to make fun of those P. Diddy “I Need a Girl” songs because I thought they were gay. But I was just a teen then. I didn’t know what Mark Curry, Loon, and Genuwine were talking about. Actually, I don’t even know who was on Part 2, that beat was crazy though. So, someone needs to help me find a girlfriend because I don’t hang out in places where you’d find respectable women. Girls who give it up for free are cool and all, but that ain’t really my style. I hate to admit it, but I’m looking for all that cute lovey dovey bullshit. Ugh. Maybe I should do a personal right here on my blog? That seems right. Here I go:

Girls, I am quite the catch. I may not be the most handsome guy on the planet, but come on. I’m not that bad looking. Looks don’t even mean shit anymore! I have a steady job doing something I love, I don’t do drugs, I have my own car and I live on my own. Well, I live with two messy girls who get naked on the internet, but I have my own room..which happens to be extremely messy at the moment. I respect my mother, and my sister…even though both have told me they’d snitch on me if they found I ever killed someone. I like to go out and have fun. Bar? Club? Resaurant? Dinner? Drinks? Sure! I like pussy ass movies like Amelie, and I <3 Huckabees. I don’t love pussy ass music though. Most of what I listen to is about selling drugs, shooting guns, and misogyny, and that makes me happy. I know what it’s like to be down and out, and then running off to go shop to feel better about myself for 5 minutes. I can relate to you birds, fo rilla. I love shoes & most things related to fashion. I hate you hipster fucks though. Wear those stupid wayfarer sunglasses around me, and I’ll slap them off of your face! I love to converse, but I’m more of a listener. I usually don’t have much to say unless it involves gun talk, and the misfortune of others. Let’s go shopping! I’m a big fan of going store to store just to browse. I do a lot of that. I’ll carry your bags too. That’s pretty much what Farhaad is about. Now here’s a small list of what I expect from a woman:

-Shut the fuck up every once in a while. It’ll excite me.
-Must love the entire Wu-Tang Clan. Yes, even U-God.
-You have to love hip-hop. No exceptions.
-Drug free is the way to be. No Piff. No Diesel. No Booger Sugar.
-Don’t be so uptight about shit. If I called dude a fag, then he’s a fag.
-My shoes come before you.
-Must have good fahsion sense. If you think we can go out with you wearing sweats, you got another thing coming…like a beating.
-21 and over. That’s just me getting my grown man on.
-Have your shit together. Own place, own car, School, Job, Internship, Realistic goals etc. YES!
-Challenge me.

Happy Halloween, scallywags.

Vegoose.

-Vegoose was fly. If you want to see some pictures I took from both days, you can visit my myspace page. Click me. I’ll keep this short, and only touch on the dope shit.

Day 1.

Mastodon- I saw them this year two days after I went to Coachella. That show was pretty intense, but I was towards the back of the venue. My friend wanted to see a good metal band perform, so I made sure to be front row this time around. Huge Mistake. See, I forgot that white people usually get rowdy at metal shows. Within 10 minutes there was a moshpit directly behind me, and I was getting thrown around for an hour. The crowd went fucking crazy when “The Wolf is Loose” came on. That was when I decided to put my camera away. I had to hold my ground. The band did “Megalodon,” and “Seabeast” off of Leviathan, so I was happy about that. All in all, I had a good time even though I collected a few bruises and scrapes. Looking forward to the next time they’re in town.

Public Enemy- It’s really amazing to see these guys perform with so much energy after all these years. I mean, Chuck and Flav are both like 47 or 48. It’s crazy. It’s too bad they had to perform at the same time as Cypress Hill because I wanted to see them too, but hey, “Fight the Power” > “Illusions.” As they performed I was wondering if people watching them were actually there to see some good ass hip-hop, or to see Flavor Flav act like an idiot. It looked like people were enjoying themselves, so I’ll just go off of that. They did my favorite tracks, did some new shit, and I saw a Michael Jackson impersonator dancing in the back. Good show.

M.I.A.- I decided to venture over to the third stage about 45 minutes early for her set because I knew there would be plenty of hipsters at this one. I got a good spot towards the front. Plenty hipsters. I was stuck on watching her move around, not paying attention to her music because I don’t understand that wacky shit. She got it poppin’ though. Towards the end of her set, about 100 people from the crowd jumped on stage and started wylin’ out. That was pretty memorable. I wish I had figured out the stupid night-time setting on my camera. Every picture I took during the set was shitty.

Daft Punk- Wow. I barely got into Daft Punk earlier this year, so getting to see the pyramid for the first time was really exciting. I swear that was one of the best live shows I’ve ever been a part of. I recorded 10 minutes of the set on my camera, and took 100 pictures of it. I had a great spot. Not too close, not too far. I hate to sound like a lame, but there was so much energy during that performance. I don’t think I’m gonna see something that wild ever again. I think that was the last time they’ll ever perform with the pyramid too. I was there. Wild.

I saw some other performances that day like Battles, Lupe Fiasco, Queens of the Stone Age etc. Didn’t really give a shit about any of them. There was a sports lounge for both days. It was hard to enjoy football in a muggy tent with drunk white guys. Replace muggy tent and drunk white guys with shitty bar, and drunk Mexicans, and it’s a totally different story.

Day 2.

Pharoahe Monch- Front row for Pharoahe. The crowd was really small. Anyone who didn’t watch him perform is retarded. He did A bunch of stuff off of Desire, did his verse from “Oh No,” and “Simon Says,” but no “Agent Orange!” Then I ran over to see Ghostface.

Ghostface Killah- Ehhhhhhhh. I hate to admit this, but Ghost is not someone I can enjoy live. I love every album, and verse this guy has, but really..not something to see live. Sean Wigs was there..he didn’t do “Pokerface.” Ghost didn’t do a lot of stuff that I would have liked to see because he played with a live band. I felt like they limited what he could do. Wack. The best part about the set was the drunk white guy next to me dancing and chewing tobacco. He was fucked up. It was really early too.

I did nothing for 7 hours. Impossible to watch an NFL game in the muggy tent. Is it me, or do all white people smoke the same exact type of weed? I don’t indulge, but at least I know what good piff smells like. Yeah, I said piff. You crackers might be dipping it in something though..fuckin’ with that Sherman. I don’t know. Contact highs aren’t too fun. Making me eat when I don’t want to and shit. 8 dollar cheesesteaks. 5 Dollar slices of pizza. 3 dollar water. Fuck concerts.

Rage Against the Machine- Fucking awesome! So much better than when I saw them at Coachella and Rock the Bells. Zack was wearing the same clothes..hmm. That’s taking it to a new level. I recorded the first two minutes of their set. It was really awesome. They started things off with “Testify.” That shit was hyyyyyyyyyyyyype. Beaners and Crackers coming together. It was beautiful. I only stayed for the first hour of their set because I wanted to beat traffic. I had a nice little drive to Los Angeles ahead of me. I felt like I got my money’s worth just off of that one hour though. All in all, Vegoose was dope. Will I go next year? Maybe. It depends on who is performing, and how much money I spend at Coachella. Woo!

Cop killer.

I am getting ready to make the drive to Las Vegas for the Vegoose festival.

Lennox Ducked Vitali.

I cut myself shaving this morning. It’s under my right eye. I thought that Power Fusion 10 blade razor was supposed to stop you from doing that dumb shit. It stings like hell. I let the blood run down my cheek for a second and looked at it in the mirror. I looked like Silence Mabuza after his first fight with Rafael Marquez. I guess I know what it’s like to be a boxer now.

Dr. Vitali Klitschko.

J-Hood – One Hit Wonder Man.

I’m only posting this because it’s hilarious. Check out this amazing vid cap.

J-Hood, random New York mixtape rapper #84,421, disses MIMS in his new song One Hit Wonder Man. I approve. Now watch the video:

Stolen from: Nahright.

I blow paper reckelss, you’re a baller on a budget.

I’m a grown ass man. I felt 21 was like being red-shirted for a season to work on your skills before you got to start. Well, the coach and I agree I’ve improved a lot in the past year, and now I’m in the starting lineup. Number 14, Quarterback, Alcorn State University. I’m looking to smash Steve McNair’s records. I kinda woke up the other day, and I was like..”Word is bond, change gon’ come!” Except I didn’t say it like that. I don’t know. I’d like to act a little more sophisticated and grown or whatever but I probably won’t. I still think dick/rape jokes are hilarious, fat hoes need to step off, and I like dirty rap shit too much to act ‘grown.’ So fuck it. Immature till I’m gone!

I’m in the market for a new automobile! Yes yes. Part of being sophisticated, and mature (I am not one bit sophisticated or mature) is having a nice, classy ride. I want one of those. My list was: Dodge Charger, Volkswagen R32, Audi S4, Volvo C70, Infiniti G37, BMW 335xi Coupe. Now it’s just down to the Infiniti G37 and BMW 335xi Coupe. They’re both fast, classy, and stylish, but the BMW is several thousand dollars more than the Infiniti. I’ve got to do some more research before I decide though. I don’t want to get suckered into signing anything. I can’t wait to start them test drives!

I love the G37. This ho looks dope in black. Every 19 year old asian kid with rich parents drives one of these though.

Every 19 year old asian kid with rich parents has one of these too, but a BMW is a BMW.

Christmas comes early for me this year. Lots of albums coming out before the year ends. Peep! Tek & Steele, Little Brother, Hangar 18, Project Pat, Styles P, Nas, Ghostface Killah, Saigon, Three 6 Mafia, Beanie Sigel, Wu-Tang Clan..I know I’m missing some.

I-have-no-respect-for-money. Wipe my ass with 100’s, blow my nose with 20’s.

Tomorrow I will have you. I’m one of those people that gets depressed, then goes to spend money to feel better about things for a few minutes. All of my ‘rarer’ shoes have been bought because of a shitty day. Melvins, De La Highs, Alife x Wu-Tang Highs..etc. You don’t need to know what I have in my collection. Hopefully I come to my senses and don’t buy them because I’d like to make rent this month. Pretty sure I’ve made up my mind about buying them though..haha. I need a hat to match. Broke asses.

Death is coming for me.

Hospital visits are pretty wack, especially when it’s you lying in a bed with shit stuck to your arm pumping morphine. I got some sort of gastrointestinal virus or some shit that fucked me up. I eat out way too much. I need to cut that shit out. My blood pressure was a little high. That’s scary. The worst stomach pain I have ever felt, for real. This happened two nights ago around 11pm. I got no sleep due to me tossing, turning, and a conversation with God that went something like this:

Me: Man, why the fuck did you create pain?
Me: Asshole.
God: …

Typical.

No work, time to blog.

The boss is not here today. He’d rather do his work from home. Hmm. Makes me think I could do that. Went to lunch with my co-workers today. Had Tere’s on Melrose & Cahuenga. They’ve got a pretty good Carne Asada burrito. We had a good time talking about car accidents and video games.

My MacBook has been fixed. All I needed to do was reformat it. I ended up losing everything because there was some stupid error when I tried to do the archive install shit. I had over 30 gigs of porn that I lost. I’m kinda bitter about it. Like, kinda really bitter. Steve Jobs owes me some quality Nadia Styles scenes.

All batty bois gotta go.

Doe Boy Fresh.

I’m going to title my blog entries with the names of the newest southern rap songs because fifteen year old white girls use search engines too. My most viewed entry is “Don’t call me no mo..” People love their precious Project Pat it seems.

So, who is familiar with Extenze? I stumbled upon a month’s supply of Extenze, and I decided I would try it because I have nothing to lose, and something to gain! There’s very few side effects. One of them is acne. My skin isn’t the greatest, so I’m not worried about that. Hair loss is another side affect, but I shave my head. I’m not a pregnant woman either, so it looks like I’m 3 for 3. I’m on day five of this “experiment,” and I see no results yet. I ended up telling my friend’s girlfriend about this the other night when I was drunk. Apparently she was blushing! I didn’t notice, or I did, but I didn’t care. hahahaha. Can you believe 400,000 little boxes of this shit gets shipped out every month? Somebody, somewhere is making money off of dicks. Taken from the Extenze website:

How big will I really get?
Although we can’t say exactly how much larger you will get, we will guarantee that you will see an increase in size.

Word.

I showed up to work late today. They don’t seem to frown upon that over here. I have a shitty attitude regarding projects that I think are lame. They don’t frown upon that either. Win win? I should bitch about how much money I make. Maybe they’ll understand that I: need the freshest kicks, eat steak & lobster every day, and like to pay rent when it’s due.