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Letters from the Penthouse

Posted on: March 28th, 2012 by admin No Comments

Without her I would have never ended up here at this Penthouse. Her sex appeal is like a key to after parties that otherwise I might never have gotten invited. Everyone assumes we are dating at first because of how flirtatious we are with each other, but in reality we’ve never even passed first base. Being friends with her tends to heighten my sex appeal better than any sports car, cologne, or suit could ever do for me. It’s a fair trade, I make her laugh and listen to her stories when she’s had a hard week, she accompanies me to clubs with her hot girl friends when I go out. But yet here I am, In this penthouse, sandwiched in between the two models she introduced me to earlier as one unbuckles my belt and the other kisses my neck. Maybe it’s the weed they made me hit, or maybe it’s the combination of champagne and vodka that always seems to really start kicking in at this time of the night, but I’m just not into it. I keep thinking about the guy she’s with at the moment. Sure he’s rich, has great hair and is basically letting me screw two models on his leather sofa but his intentions are all screwed up. I overheard him talking with his friends about how the sex would go down with her tonight, referring to her as “This Bitch” rather than her real name mind you. Sure, I live for nights like this, but I know she’s looking for more than a hungover walk of shame from “The Flamingo” after a one-night stand with a guy whose Dad owned a successful restaurant chain and had amazing eyes.

As I thought of all this, she stormed out of his room. She grabbed her high heels and purse and walked by the couch where I was with the two models. “I’m leaving!” She said. “This guy is a total douche. You coming?” She asked. As if she had read my mind, I looked at her then I looked at the two girls. They each gave me a nod and then gave me back my cock that they were both having so much fun playing with. In a hurry, I zipped up my pants, found my shoes and I chased her out of the door and down the hall.”Have Fun?” She asked sarcastically. “Naaaaaa. I’m to hungry to be having fun.” I said. “Le Sanwicherie?” I asked. “I’m buying.” “You’re buying?” She asked. “Le Sandwichierie it is.” She grabbed my hand and gave me a kiss on the cheek as we began walking.”Thanks for being such a good friend.” She told me. I just smiled, winked and thought to myself what a perfect end to the night this was.

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15 Minutes of Fame

Posted on: March 7th, 2012 by admin No Comments

I guess everyone get’s their 15 minutes of fame in life. In my case, it lasted about 4 hours when I decided to hijack Opey and J.R.’s dj gig at Monarchy a few months back. I mean, they were totally asking for it when they poked fun at Steely Dan and smashed that slice of pepperoni pizza in my face. What was I supposed to do? Just sit back and let two dj’s trash one of the greatest bands of all time and then spill soda on my head?! I think not. This isn’t high school after all. But after I tied them up and took over the turntables that evening I realized a few things. One, djs are the new rock stars. And two, no matter how wild and crazy you can you get a crowd going to the music you spin, today’s generation is just not that into Steely Dan and well, that’s ok with me.

Regardless of the Steely Dan fact, I still managed to make the crowd get “Outta Their Minds” like Lil Jon always says. And while everyone danced in a crazed, drunken, debaucherous frenzy, I came to an even bigger sociological conclusion. All the harsh judgements, belittlement’s, and criticisms people might have made about me in the past suddenly turned into admiration, praise, & acclaim as I made them dance. All the girls that never even thought to bat an eye at me before suddenly looked my way with a seductive stare because well, all the other girls were doing the same thing. Just as I never wanted to be considered an outcast, no one in a party full of people having fun wants to look like a wallflower so they all join in the fun, even if the dj is wearing a ridiculous bow tie and paid pants pulled way above his waist.

The fact is though, your only as famous as your last successful party. Once people start forgetting how much fun they had with you however, all the harsh judgements begin to resurface and the all magic you’ve created for them begins to fade fast. Popularity is a job, fame is only held beyond your 15 minutes if you keep up appearances and keep outdoing yourself. That’s why all these “one hit wonders” are just that, one hit wonders. They never kept up appearances or could ever outdo the one hit that they created at one point in time. The flip side to that is, the more appearances you make, the more people get sick of you so you have to keep a balance. I’m not sure if I’m ready for fame beyond the 15 minutes I was given. The one thing I do know for certain is, I will continue to play Steely Dan at parties every chance I get until it catches on.

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Fun House

Posted on: February 23rd, 2012 by admin No Comments

No one ever wants to admit they’ve become boring. We live in our own heads, walking around thinking we are the most exciting people on earth, when in reality, we’ve just fallen victim to mundane routines. The only time we ever come to grips with reality is when someone we care about tells us just how boring we actually are, and even then it’s hard for us to believe. “Me? Boring?” We ask. “How can that be? I’m one of the most exciting and spontaneous persons that ever lived!” we say. Then it hits us. “Maybe I have become a little boring…” And when this moment of clarity finally does hit us, it’s then that we want to change and prove to everyone that they’re in fact, totally wrong.

Some of us go to extremes to prove how exciting we can be. Some of us jump out of planes, others choose from a wide variety of death defying stunts to prove to themselves that they have not, in fact, become boring. But ultimately, some of us just can’t decide what to do to be more fun. Some of us just sit around and wait for that one exciting person to come along. The one that will show us exactly what we’ve been missing out on this whole time, denying the inevitable truth that they have become quite lame. They just coast through life with the same job they despise, trapped in the same passionless relationship they always complain about, but just can’t seem to leave.

With that said, there are two types of people in this world, the bored, and the truly boring. The bored get out and find fun, the truly boring just wait around and complain that there’s never anything fun to do. I used to say “only the boring are bored”, but that in fact isn’t true. Only the boring STAY bored. We’ve all been bored once or twice in our lives, and believe it or not, that’s when we’ve had some of our most creative and exciting ideas. On the other hand, we’ve all been truly boring once or twice in our lives as well. It’s up to us to look at ourselves in the mirror once in a while and ask ourselves, “Am I actually having fun?” and if we aren’t, do something about it!

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#PrincessProblems

Posted on: February 23rd, 2012 by admin No Comments

Aileen is a real life princess. She lives in a magnificent castle in a not so far away land. One day she will be Queen. Until she is crowned, she practices her royal ways by ruling her high school and other social circles in her kingdom (Yes, I said high school). Everyone wants to court her, boys and girls alike, and are willing to fight for her honor. With so many choices of suitors, a princess is wise to be weary of those she gives her heart too. Some want her for her body, others for her social standing in the kingdom, and then, there are the rare few out there who see her and love her for who she truly is. It’s hard for a young princess to decipher between who is true of heart and who the social climbing seducers are, so she treats everyone equally. Some would say it’s “being a bitch”, but to her, it’s royal. At age 16 however, these types of issues rarely cross her mind because there are so many other things she has to worry about. For example…

1. When Selena Gomez will finally break up with Justin Beiber, so she can finally sleep better at night.
2. Finding the perfect fake ID so that she can party at LIV when Swedish House Mafia is in town.
3. Debating with her friends on who would make a better parent, Beyonce, Snoooki, Kim Kardashian or Paris Hilton.
4. Finding the perfect pair of Christian Louboutins, but realizing they don’t have her size.
5. Taking way to much time in a tanning bed and turning the color of an Oompa Loompa.
6. Whether or not to take a bite of chocolate ice cream, because it will ruin the new diet she’s been on for the past 3 months.
7. How to convince everyone not to go to to that bitch Rachael’s birthday party cause it falls on the same day as her Saturday night martini mixer.
8. What color dress she should wear to the prom, pink, blue, purple, red, white, or “all of the above.”
9. How to get revenge on the girl who hacked her Facebook page and told everyone she shops at Goodwill.
10.What kind of car her daddy will be getting her for her Bday: The Benz, The Jaguar, or the pink punch buggy with the Betsy Johnson paint job and the Louis Vuitton seats.

As you can see, there’s way too many things going on in the life of a Princess so please, high schoolers, don’t be discouraged if she forgets to text you back.

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No Ordinary Love

Posted on: February 23rd, 2012 by admin No Comments

Before I met her I was always attracted to girls that were slightly out of my reach. Girls whom society “told me” I should be attracted to. Girls who were more or less just arm candy, the type of girl that guys gawk at and hi-five you when you bring them to parties. I can’t be seen with “her” I would think, if I was with someone who didn’t measure up to society’s so called “standard” of beauty. The media has a way of tricking us into thinking we should have unbelievably high standards when it comes to finding someone, all the while we overlook the most beautiful people who are already in our lives. This way of thinking leads us into a never ending cycle of “friend zones” we can never escape from.

All that changed after I met her though. I didn’t care what “society” thought anymore. I just knew I loved her and that was all that mattered. She didn’t have to wear globs of make-up, or spend countless hours in front of a mirror before she went out like most “hot” girls did. She could just throw on a t-shirt and a pair of Chuck Taylors and still be the most beautiful girl in the room in my opinion. She never asked me if she “looked fat” or “does this dress make my thighs look huge?” because she didn’t care. She grew sexier and sexier the more I knew her, as most girls whom I thought were beautiful just did the opposite.

Most times it’s the things that are right in front of our face that are the hardest to see. We close ourselves off too people and experiences that we think society might look down on us for. It’s up to us to find the beauty that lies underneath society’s surfaces, the qualities in someone or something that that everyone else seems to overlook, but awaken our true desires. She showed me that no matter how good someones vision is, they can still be blind. And although she’s dating someone whom society might view as more “handsome” & “charismatic” at the moment, I’ll still always remember the valuable lesson I learned from her every time a “hot bartender” or “supermodel” turns me down.

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Remember to laugh

Posted on: February 23rd, 2012 by admin 1 Comment

Don’t forget to laugh my friends, don’t forget to smile.
Every year the fashions change, but a frown’s never in style.

No matter how busy we are, or how busy we get,
There’s always time for a good laugh, so please don’t you forget.

Share a laugh, tell a joke, don’t keep them to yourself.
The more we laugh, the better we feel, cause laughing’s good for the health.

Sometimes it’s inappropriate, some laughs I can’t condone,
But who am I to say what’s funny? I say, “to each is own.”

You can laugh at people falling down, or even getting getting hurt.
You can laugh when people spill spaghetti, on their brand new shirt.
You can laugh when someone farts or burps, if that’s what you must do,
But just remember that it’s funny, when the same things happens to you.

The more serious you take things, the more that you’ll be stressed,
The more time that you spend laughing, the less you’ll be depressed.

So don’t forget to laugh my friends, whatever the time and place,
Any time’s a good time, to put a smile on someone’s face.

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Photo by: Lex Hernandez: 8mts.com

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Worth the wait.

Posted on: January 4th, 2012 by admin No Comments

They say the best things in life are worth waiting for. As kids, we anxiously awaited the last day of school and the start of summer, and Christmas morning when Santa Clause would surprise us with gifts and toys underneath the Christmas tree. As adults however, waiting becomes less fun and more routine. Lines at the bank, waiting rooms in the doctors office, waiting for that promotion you’ve worked hard so hard for, waiting in general just becomes drudgery. Nowadays we’re all looking for instant gratification and today’s technology makes that extremely easy. With that said, the less we have to wait for something we want, the less value it has. The longer we have to wait for something we want, the more special it becomes. This is especially true in dating.

Kristina always made me wait, it was her trademark. When we first met, no matter how great of a time we’d have she would always wait at least a week to even talk me again. When we went out, if she said she would be there at 7, she would probably be there at 8:30 because of a “traffic jam” or unforeseen cosmic event. Texting her was even worse, sometimes she would even make me wait a whole day before she responded! She just knew I’d be by my phone in suspense, thinking every new text or call I got would be from her. The longer I waited, the more I wanted her and she knew it. The more fun we had when we were together, the more she could control my desire for her when we were apart.

I had to learn to play her game. If we set a date for 7, I’d show up at 8. If she waited an hour to respond to my text, I’d have to wait two hours to respond to her. If I wanted a blowjob, I’d have to give her a really good orgasm then disappear for a few days. But the longer we waited, the more mind-blowing the sex would get each time. In essence, absence is the root of all desire. The more it hurts when your apart, the more in love you are falling. Remember, instant gratification isn’t always gratifying. It’s up to us to decide who’s worth the wait, and who isn’t. Are you worth waiting for?

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It used to be fun.

Posted on: December 29th, 2011 by admin 1 Comment

This used to be fun. It still is, to some.

To me its routine. Different clubs, same scene.

Day out and day in, Stay out or stay in?

Get high or get low? Smoke weed or do blow?

Get drunk or stay sober? I just never know.

Should I bring 7 girls or 6 girls? 5 girls or 4?

Any less than that and I can’t get in the door.

As long as your stylish, as long as your rich,

as long as your pretty, its cool to be a bitch.

It might seem superficial, might seem kinda fake,

some days I think “how many more nights can I take?”

I could wake up to someone, I could wake up alone.

I could wake up hungover, with drunk texts in my phone.

I could wake up somewhere that I don’t know where I am,

I could wake up to a model, who cooks me green eggs and ham.

But most likely it’s someone who I’ll have to tell “scram”,

God damn. Is this the person I really am?

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Never Leave The Bed

Posted on: October 13th, 2011 by admin No Comments

I remember those days when I was up at the crack of dawn, brewing Italian espresso and whipping up a bowl of Quaker oatmeal with cinnamon and raisins as I prepared for the day. There was so much to do and so little time. My success depended on how efficient I managed my time. The harder I worked the faster time would move. Since I met you I just want time to slow down. I want to savor every second with you, like taking tiny bites of a delicious tiramisu. Enjoy the flavor as long as possible. Everything else just seems so trivial now, the worldly things I’ve found so important slowly lose their meaning as I further enter your spirit. This bed is the only place I want to be now, with you. It’s the only place where time stands still and everything just seems to make sense. Of course we can’t stay here forever, not with reality outside the window, taking the shape of a sunny day and calling for us to come join it with the rest of the world. But there is no room for reality here in this bed, only fantasy and imagination are welcome with us under the covers. The pillows and sheets can be so persuasive, they want us to stay wrapped up in them for hours. How can we say no? It’s hard, but now we have to. We’ve been here all day and night, and reality is too powerful for us to ignore. You have a flight to catch and a weeks worth of work to make up. You won’t be back in Miami for months. I guess it’s back to oatmeal, espresso, early mornings and long nights for me. At least now I know where I belong, I have something new to look forward too. Spending all day here in this bed, with you, my true love.

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Lightin’ Up

Posted on: September 29th, 2011 by admin No Comments

“Smoke? Me? No way. Well, I only smoke when I drink. Yeah, I guess I do drink every night but still, I never buy packs. Except that time last week before that after party when I bought 2 packs so I could share with everybody. Although I did have about 10 left over so I smoked them after I ate. Why are cigarettes so satisfying after a good meal? I hate the way they smell though. Why do people even bother wearing cologne or perfume when they smoke? I only smoke ultra lights because they are the most healthy. They’ve done studies that people who smoke light cigarettes live like twice as long. Plus, I mean we’re all gonna die one way or another anyway right, so who cares? I’m not addicted. I can quit whenever I want. I just don’t want to right now. I quit for like a month one time when I stopped going to clubs back in 09′ cause my bf at the time didn’t like going out. But when we broke up I smoked like a pack a day for a while there. I mean, everyone else around me was smoking and they say that second hand smoke is way worse for you. Ok, yes, yes, I love smoking after sex too. But it has to be great sex. Mediocre sex rarely merits a cigarette. But shit, if I only smoked after great sex I probably wouldn’t smoke very much at all. Maybe that’s because I always end up dating assholes. All the great guys I meet say they can’t stand girls who smoke cigarettes. I really don’t “smoke” though, I only smoke when I drink. Ahhh, who am I kidding? I need a cigarette.”

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