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Taxi, Taxi!

People hype cabs up to be waaayyy more expensive than they really are.  I used to be one of those people, until my party hoppin friends got me hip.  They rationalized spending money on a cab by comparing that small amount of money spent (split between friends) on a taxi, to how much would be spent on gas money if they drove or traffic tickets/DUIs if caught drinking while driving.  It made sense to me, so I’ve been taking cabs when I party downtown, ever since.  

After catching cabs for a while, I frequently ride with Rainbow Taxicabs.  They give good student discounts and they arrive fast.  The guy that takes me to and fro is named Garang.  He’s a cool cat.  If you all ever need a cab, his number is (804) 248 5859.

“Girl, I’m Not Gon’ Break Your #PartyHeart”

Haha, this post has nothing to do with Rozay’s “Party Heart,” (<—-real website btw!) I just like that song and wanted an excuse to mention it.  However, this post is about hearts.  Since my last post was on the theme of V Day and love, I figured why not.  Hold up!  Isn’t my whole blog’s theme about hearts and love???  Anyway, I compiled these images overtime just walking these Richmond streets.  Enjoy.

#TragicLove = #UpsideDownLov3

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according to this chart, emotional love = rightsideuplove and physical love = upsidedownlov3 #blah

I usually go berserk when I see stuff in the wrong aisle, but it’s hearts this time, so I’m happy

a heart on my very own fridge 

“love the world man” …NO!

the school convenience store is capitalizing off of V Day too!

the homie @DaVinciSistare  check him out! #PAUSE (<—-real website btw!)

haha, parked right outside my new house.  is this a sign God? and my favorite number just so happens to be 3.

the day after V Day…an ugly, lonely rose on the ground…you do the math.  haha, sucks for that couple

V Day

So, I’m not too big on holidays; they only warmed my heart when I was young.  I used to wear my costume to school and go trick or treating during Halloween, tell my friends what food I ate during Thanksgiving, and make ginger bread houses and wreaths out of decorative tissue at school, and then open gifts with my sibling on Christmas morning.  I don’t think I’ll ever be able to appreciate the holidays again until I’m rich, so I can #trickoff and buy everybody I love everything that their hearts desire.  With that said, when holidays come around, I’m not that enthusiastic.

Recently, I celebrated Valentine’s Day.  Valentine’s Day only bore importance to me when I had a girlfriend.  I haven’t had one in a year and a half.  One of my lady friends wanted me to escort her out on Valentine’s Day this year.  I thought it rather unorthodox that she asked me out, being that I’m a big traditionalist.  Part of me wanted to be cynical and stay at home mocking the stupid holiday, but the warmer side of me felt like every woman deserves a good Valentine’s Day.  We went out, conversed, ate well, watched a movie, then got in the spirit of V Day, so to speak.  

All in all, I had a great night.  I just felt as though I was only celebrating the holiday to appease my friend’s expectations.  In hindsight, I feel as though Valentine’s Day is wonderful for couples because the love is already there.  If you go as friends, things may get a little complicated.  A lot of expectation is attached to Valentine’s Day, and that same expectation may lead friends to believe that their relationship may transcend into something deeper.  Enough with the depth, here’s my Valentine’s Day:

7-11’s version of the heart-shaped donut #upsidedownlov3

Krispy Kreme did it better

this savage.  debauchery at its finest

this whoreface.  haberdashery at it’s finest

she gave me a heart

I bit it

she gave me these.  she bit me

Bo Dillaz

So, how about somebody legitimately thought that this spot was owned by me because it has the name “Bo” in it?  Hmmm.  Anyway, when I don’t have the time or energy to head downtown for a drink, I come to Bo Dillaz to face a few Heinekens and eat a tasty wrap.  My homie and I took a trip to Bo’s and had a convo about man stuff.  Oh, by the way, EVERYBODY calls it Bo Dillaz (Dill-Uhz), when in actuality it is Bo Dillaz (Di-Uhz), as in quesadillas!  The more you know (<—-real website btw!).

#A$APShams

more of #A$APShams #RamTrain

Kobe, no Bryant

So, I began this spring semester very ambitiously.  I have intentions to launch my clothing line during early February (in time for my birthday) and follow its release with a fashion show and clothing line launch party.  Yeah, didn’t happen.  Well, during this period of ambition, I linked up with my friend and videographer, D.J. Granger (<—-real website btw!).  We went to a sushi restaurant and hibachi grill called Kobé.  We discussed my ideas for two commercials that I will do to accompany the launch of my clothing line.  The commercials will paint the picture of what OOAH Clothing Company is and what inspired/inspired it.  We got a lot of work done and worked out the script for the commercial; now we just need the clothing…

real men use chopsticks

OOAH Clothing Company Promo Shoot

As you all know, my clothing land is coming out very soon.  Basically, by very soon, I mean , ignore every date that I give you because even I don’t know.  When you see the clothing on my body and/or see posting of it, then you’ll be sure that OOAH Clothing Company has officially arrived.  Until then, you all will have to sit happy with the promo shoots that I’ve done with my weak iPhone and the OOAH samples that I received back some time ago.  Enjoy!