saturday, july 26, 2014
i just ate pizza. jesus, i'm gonna hate myself in the morning.

so friday. hmmm, friday. yes yes. i woke up with pfac, and we cuddled. awwwwwwww, she was so soft. we gots tah kissing and shit, and then we fucked it out. twice. game was game. we went standard for once--which means we actually wrapped it up. it was pretty good still. i hungout with her for a little while longer, and then i walked her out.

i chilled the rest of the day and then hit up enso to see what was going down. i wanted to go out, it's been so long. i was tired as fuck. seriously, i was about to fall asleep on the walk to the light rail. i got to the light rail, got on, and then fell asleep. hahahahahaha. one of the guards woke me up when he was checking tickets. i had gone two stops past mine. i got off, smoked a ciggy, forced myself to stay awake, and then got back on when it came back.

i met up with enso and raymond, and two of raymond's friends. and consistency showed up. we all drank for maybe 30 minutes, then bounced out to see what was up.

we hit our regular bar, and it was pretty packed as usual. we ran into smith and started gaming with him. i opened one girl who looked really familiar. smith opened her first, and she wasn't exactly receptive. she smiled a lot more at me. turns out that was the girl enso and i both madeout with some weeks ago. gahhhhhhhhh! jessica alba, bro! jessica alba! jeez, j. something.

game. game. game. game. game.

whatevers brooks.

anyway i bounced from her and opened another set. i don't remember the details of the encounter, but i do believe smith was standing by admiring game. i'm not sure if this was the one, but i remember that two different chicks were down to k-close. i think it was this one. i got the french goodbye ready and kissed the cheeks, but i didn't go all the way. won't allow it, brahs.

i opened another set. i can remember this one. it was some girl with a short-ass pageboy. (look that shit up if you don't know what it is.) we talked for maybe 60 seconds as enso and smith stood by somewhere close. i ended up number-closing chick (like that's an accomplishment) and going for the french goodbye. mama was down as fuck. i kissed her cheeks and then, when she puckered up dhem lipz, i turned the fuck around and peaced out. haha. i know it's bitchmade. i know. but i can't cheat, bros! I'M MARRIED! if i weren't, i'd be the same vp. the same vp. and game would be game. but i is married--and i can't. i'm sorry. raymond kept buying me shots in order to get me fucked up enough that i would cheat. enso kept telling me to do it too. i somewhat wanted to, but i knew i wasn't gonna.

i could have madeout with chick, and i liked her look. pageboys with a skinny face--ooooooooh. that's my shit right thurr. we bounced out and hit up the country bar. we all kinda split up. then we rendezvoused on the balcony upstairs. some chick was smiling at me, and i opened her. shit was fucking bait. i kissed her cheeks with the french goodbye, and i honestly wouldn't have even done anything more than that with her. but her dude rolled up and pushed me to the goddamn ground. wtf! enso jumped in the middle and tried to diffuse that shit. i didn't like it though--and i don't like being like this--but i punched homeboy in his mouth. enso, raymond, and i got "escorted" out. a cop was outside and started talking to me. i told him what happened--that i was just talking to some girl. i didn't start that shit. one of the worker girls came out and talked to the cop too. turns out raymond knew her, so she put in a good word for me.

i hate that kind of shit. i feel like it's so not worth it to lose your cool (losing your cool in the first place is not worth it); but especially when losing your cool ends up getting you arrested...yeah, that's completely not worth it. any drunken idiot trying to fight is worth three, maybe four minutes of your time. Tops. A lifetime--not of sentences, but of charges and being shut down for getting high-end jobs, no.

anyway we bounced out of there, and it was pretty late by the time. we didn't do much else. raymond was mad because of what happened. i was a little pissed too, but i wanted to try to have fun. at 2, enso drove raymond back to one of the homeboy's houses. i crashed at enso's place, on the floor, and cuddled my girl swags. i'm not sure who is more cuddly: swags or pfac. i love both those girls, bruh.

You are not really married. I think you should listen to your homeboys and cheat on pfac. And really it's not even cheating. You're not really married. It's ok.

Don't worry. Your fans are still here reading avidly as always. Counting down the seconds until you finally begin to game again.

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Haha. Soon, my man. I'll be back soon.

sunday, july 27, 2014
so i woke up at enso's after like six hours. i called my mom, and she came and picked me up.

i went back home and took a nap for a while. i know enso and guru were heading out to run day, but i was tired as fuck. pfac came over at 7. i went down and got her. we just chilled the rest of the night. we didn't even bang because i was really tired and wasn't in the mood to do any work. lol. it was cool chilling with her though.

i'm in my apartment for four more days. i'm going to just chill the rest of the time. no studying. maybe play some gta v, drink some vodka, bang some pfac. lol. gah, that's so lame-sounding. no day twos, bruh. no new pussy, bruh. no new fucking make outs. i told pfac tonight that raymond was trying to get me drunk last night so that i would cheat on her. i told her enso told me to do it too. she said she HATES my friends. i "accidentally" poured beer on her, and she got mad. wouldn't talk and shit. i ordered pizza and that was that. tried to watch leaving las vegas, but audio on laptop sucks dik.

i walked her out around 1 a.m., then came back upstairs and chilled. we made plans beforehand to maybe go to a water park tomorrow. probably won't happen because i have class till like 4 and the shit closes at 6. but she wants to come over. probably another day of fucking and cuddling. awwwwwww. what else is there to life?

we also made plans to go to san diego this week if she's not working. (she just had an interview for a job and isn't sure if she'll start working this week or not if she gets it.) ALSO i have a five-day weekend coming up. she won't be with me because she's going to san francisco to see beyonce in concert. lol. but raymond texted me at like 3 in the morning and said he was down for vegas. i'm game for that. i passed out around 4 in the morning. g is g.

Monday, July 28, 2014
Sup, bruhs? Been gone fo' a minute. WELL, I'M BACK NOW. Not in terms of game. Nahhhhhhhhhh. But in terms of posting FRs. Sorry get y'all'z hopes up.

Anyway I had my weak-ass class as written in my last post till around 4. I asked pFAc if she wanted to spend the night in my apartment for one last time. (I'm moving out on Thursday, but I'm leaving to SD tomorrow so tonight's my last night here.) Her sister dropped her off at my place around 7:30. I had been drinking for the last time in my apartment. I was seriously fucking tossed by the time she showed up. That shit crept up on me. I guess I still had a lot of alcohol in my blood from the weekend. She saw that I was still drinking when she got there. She grabbed my drink and poured it down the sink. Then she found two beers in my bathroom and poured them mo'fuckas too. Lol. She's one'a'dhem typical wives now. She says she wants me to drink less. I said I want to too. Works out I guess.

Anyway we chilled and banged it out. I couldn't sleep. I was so drunk I was almost to the point of hallucinating. Shit was crazy. That's that fucking gut rot fucking with me. Cheap vodka, brahs.

Overall day: finally fell asleep only to wake up three hours later. Leaving to SD in the morning.

Tuesday, July 29 - Thursday, July 31, 2014
I slept three fucking hours Tuesday, had bitchass class at 7:30 a.m. for five hours. I got out of that, went back to my apartment, quickly packed up, and then pFAc and I got in my car and headed out. We got to SD around 6:30, ate at a bombass Mexican restaurant, then went to look for a hotel. It took a while to find one--everything was sold out--but we finally did find one in the Hotel Circle near Sea World. We dropped our stuff on in our room, then went to Ocean Beach to hangout for about an hour. It was around 11 p.m. We went back to our hotel, banged it out, and fell asleep.

Woke up the next day after a nice night of rest, went to Balboa Park, then to La Jolla. We went to the beach, not the Cove, and chilled in the water for a while. It was relaxing and fun. We went to get some Mexican food in Ocean Beach. There was a little festival going on in the neighborhood. We went back to our hotel afterward, couldn't decide what we wanted to do. Ended up grabbing dinner, candy, and more junk food, went back to our hotel room and watched a movie. It was chill. Got head, fell asleep.

Woke up Thursday and drove back home. pFAc's dad is leaving the country for a while so she was going to some going-away dinner for him. She's leaving to San Francisco with her hot younger sister in the morning. I've decided I'm taking out for the weekend too with my brother. We're hitting up Vegas tomorrow night, then heading to San Fran as well (NOT to meet up with pFAc) for two days, then to L.A. for a day, then back home. We'll see how this shit goes.

Overall few days: had a nice trip to San Diego. The weather was perfect. Should be a good weekend.

friday, august 1, 2014
i booked my hotel for vegas last night. it's some dope-ass, clean-as-fuck, CHEAP place right on the strip. shit was sick. i had bitchass class for an hour today that got out around 2. i picked up my brother, got my smartphone back (YESSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!! all my contacts are back. i proceeded to text all my girls immediately, and got like 30 replies. FUCK YEAH!!!!!!), and headed the fuck out of town. drove to vegas. got there around 7:30. checked into our hotel and started pregaming.

i looked pretty dope--all black as usual. shit looked like http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bwHXa_9t9cY/U ... /bYeIH.jpg. my brother and i bounced out around 10:30 and hit up one of the casinos. for some lame-ass reason, the strip was kinda dead. i don't know what the fuck was going on.

my brother opened a few sets and got two numbers, i think. i opened a four set just to fuck around and be social with them. they thought i was funny. i don't remember what i was saying. i opened some cute asian chick sitting by herself at a slot machine. i think i told her i wanted to talk to her because she was hot. she smiled and thanked me. i said everything and anything i wanted, and she loved it. all girls love vp. oh oh, not err girl love you, vp. some those girls hate you. some HATE you. yeah, chill the fuck out. ALL girls love vp, given enough time.

anyway--and this is where i am not a proud man--i ended up pecking the girl goodbye. i wouldn't makeout with her, but i did peck her long and hard. i felt fucked up about it, but i was drunk as fuck. i went back to my brother and told him i shouldn't have done that. i felt pretty bad.

so what did i do? i called pfac right then and there, confessed, and begged her to suck off the HOTTEST guy in san fran that night, to swallow his half-children, and to tell me in graphic detail the next morning. on that fucking candaulism run.

obviously i'm not a real little bitch.

haha. no, what actually happened was, i opened the very next cute girl i spotted, talked for a minute--completely forgetting what the fuck was said--and pecked her cute ass goodbye too. gahhhhhhhhhhhh! i can never escape the game. not even for my young wife.

i should mention that i was carrying a grocery bag around with me that was filled with four beers. i also had a 40 of OE and was sipping that motherfucker throughout the casino. my brother got a complimentary martini at the bar and didn't want it so he gave it to me. i chugged that shit. 20 minutes later, i started throwing up in my mouth as i fucking frantically searched for the nearest bathroom. i found it and gave my fucking diaphragm the workout of its life. i got done puking and went right back to drankin'. gangster shit.

i got tired around 2 and still felt bad for now pecking TWO girls. gahhhhhh. what a ho-ass. we caught a cab back to the hotel. i passed the fuck out around 2:30. weak shit.

overall day: well, i guess i've "cheated" on pfac now, though within limits. whatever. doesn't really matter. sooner or later pfac'll do something that really irritates me and i'll be sorry i didn't go a lot further. i do feel like it was purposeless cheating though. i got two fucking pecks. OH WOOOOOOOOOOOOW! shit wasn't even worth it, but whatever. vegas was dead tonight. i don't know what the fuck was going on. oh well. i'm leaving for san francisco tomorrow. peace, homies.

saturday, august 2, 2014
i'm not bitchmade. i swear.

we woke up 20 minutes till checkout. i threw my shit in my bag sloppy as fuck. i dropped the key at the front desk. we went to some liquor store, and my brother copped a 12 pack. we pulled over in the NY-NY parking structure, and my brother downed three beers.

my mom called and said she finished cleaning out my apartment. (i should mention that i had asked if she could clean out my shit, and for her and my dad to move out everything in my apt--i'm pretty fucked up.) she cried on the phone because she was so upset about seeing the way i had lived. she finally got to see that shit. (i should mention that i never let her come up because my place always had fucking empty beer cans, used condoms, and random-ass long hairs all over it. it also had dishes piled up in my sink, a glass full of cigarette butts, light rail tickets all over the floor, pieces of gum stuck to everything, foot marks on my wall, crumbs, dirty clothes, DVDs, ash--shit was the gamiest motherfucking place you ever could imagine. seriously. i am the james hunt of game.

i copped a tasty-ass pickle, and we bounced out of vegas. the fucking drive from vegas to past bakersfield is fucking hideous. seriously one of the ugliest parts of the entire country. we FINALLY got to san fran around 10 p.m. we drove around the city for a minute, crossed the golden gate bridge, went to san rafael to look for a hotel. seriously fucking EVERYTHING in the entire goddam metro was booked as FUCK. it was seriously ridiculous. we finally found a fucking hotel down in san jose that had ONE room open. we drove all the fucking way from san rafael to san jose, just to literally have some homeboy talking to the concierge at the late-night hours window. i got out of my car, started walking up to the window, and homeboy working there posted up a weak-ass sign: "Sorry. Sold Out." GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

it was around 2:30 in the morning. i was a little sad because i wanted to go out in san fran. pua gods know my young wife was out at an electronic bar, slurping down spit with some austrian motherfucker, and then swapping skeet with him. san jose had a little bit of a nightlife scene. i shoulda gamed it. we finally found a fucking hotel. went there, drank a little, and (i anticipate--i'm writing this before the end of the night) passed the fuck out.

overall day: drove from LV to SF. felt NO remorse over cheating on my wife. g be g. vp still the same vp. do not EVER think i slipped from the throne. anyone thinking that is schoolboy, and i'm kendrick.

Sunday, August 3, 2014
Woke up after a bomb night of sleep. Went to check out the City. My brother and I drove around San Fran, went to Chinatown, then to North Beach (SF's Little Italy), then to the Financial District, then to Fisherman's Wharf. Then we crossed the Golden Gate Bridge and checked out Sausalito. The place is awesome. We crossed back into San Fran, drove around Golden Gate Park and then went to the beach. It was cloudy as fuck, and the waves were all choppy. Much different from the sunny beaches down in SoCal and much different from the beauty that is Miami Beach's South Beach (god, I miss that place!), but it was gorgeous as well in its own way. As I walked across the sand toward the water, I received a text from pFAc, my wife, stating, Are you wearing a sweater under a jacket and still freezing?! It was weird because I was wearing exactly that, and I had just gotten done taking pictures on the beach, the whole time shivering as fuck. I wondered if she happened to be at the beach as well and had seen me. I told my brother I wanted to get the fuck out of there. I wasn't in the mood to spend time with her, but I replied after leaving: Ummmmm, did you see me? She said she didn't, but later on she texted again and said she was in The Castro. I was in The Castro at the time. (The Castro is fucking cool as hell btw.)

My brother and I got some bomb-ass Chinese food in The Castro, then we mobbed back to our hotel in San Jose. I drank a little bit. He chilled. We watched Ghosts of Girlfriends Past on TV. I had remembered that movie being gamey, but goddamn, seeing it after discovering game--that shit is gamey as fuck. Look at this player: http://www.aceshowbiz.com/images/still/ ... past18.jpg. I recommend watching it. It's a stupid fucking rom-com, but it's still interesting to watch as a PUA.

I ended up passing out around 3 or 4 in the morning.

Overall day: no game to be had. I'm gonna have to start writing about other lessons in game to keep my readers entertained.

Monday, August 4, 2014
We were supposed to head to L.A. today because I needed to be home for clinic by Wednesday, but I said fuck that and rescheduled to Thursday. We stayed another day in the Bay Area. We switched hotels to be closer to the City. This one was in the city of Alameda and was nice as hell. (It's my favorite chain of hotels.) We wanted to pregame and mob around SF, but we both ended up being lazy and said nah nah. We posted up in the hotel living room, drank, and watched TV. It was chill as hell.

Later on, I found myself thinking, goddamn I want some gap. I texted pFAc and aksed if she wanna hangout. She was staying in Oakland, like six miles away. She said she was down and showed up around 8:30. My brother went downstairs to swim so that we could have alone time. pFAc had just started that rag so she wasn't in the hottest mood. Whatever. Today is our "one-month anniversary", players. I just made fun of her the whole time. (NEVER react to your girl's bitchiness if it's unimportant. In fact, never react to anyone's if it's not. It's pointless. Bosses don't waste time on unimportant issues.) You wanna be a chill-ass guy, be carefree. If something really bothers you, remove it from your life. Simple as that.

After a while we went outside to bust--i.e., smoke a cigarette. When we did, sure enough, my brother swooped in and took back over the room. He was tired of waiting outside. Goddamn it. Whatever. It's not like I haven't hit the same piece of ass over and over again at this point. pFAc and I chilled up in my car. She continued being somewhat bitchmade. I continued making fun of her for the fuck of it. I don't care about any shit like that so I didn't mind hanging out with her.

Around 1:30 a.m., I wanted more drink. My brother and I had run out a little earlier so I told pFAc good night, and she went back to her hotel room. I mobbed out with my brother to a convenience store a block over. We went back to our room, drank like motherfuckers, watched TV, and passed out. Shit was chill.

Overall day: chilled with pFAc. Madeout. Nun else.

Tuesday, August 5, 2014
Woke up from our dope-ass hotel and got ready to head out. It's too bad we were leaving. The Bay Area is sick as fuck. I could have seriously stayed in that hotel for months, it was so sick.

But whatever. To an extent, we continue to go through life doing things we don't want to, things that don't really matter to us at all, things that go against our happiness and health. That's bullshit society ingrained into us though.

We mobbed out of the Bay Area, headed south toward Los Angeles. It seemed to take longer than expected, and we hit traffic around Santa Barbara that delayed us as fuck. The drive was sick though, especially down south. We finally got to L.A. around 9. We had a somewhat hard time finding a hotel again, but we eventually landed one around LAX.

We chilled up in the room and ordered some bomb-ass delivery sammiches. Tasty mo'fuckas. I had contacted two PUAs in the L.A. area, but I arrived so late that I wasn't able to meet up with them. Too bad. It woulda been cool having a PUA guide show us around the second largest metro in the U.S. Where all the hot spots are and shit. All good though. I'm planning on going back to L.A. in two weeks, but I'm going with pFAc so I won't be able to game.

Overall day: made it from the Bay Area to L.A.

wednesday, august 6, 2014
wassup, playa playas? so here's what went down. i woke up at 12:30, 30 minutes after checkout. fuck it. those concierge motherfuckers should be licking down my ballzak. we checked out, then headed the fuck out of l.a. took a little detour through downtown, to scope the scene. took fucking FOREVER to get out of l.a. seriously. three-and-a-half fucking hours. i had two freaks who wanted to hangout back home--one whom i've already hit (an old regular) and one whom i haven't hit (nickname is glasses. i haven't mentioned her for months because i lost her contact info when my phone went down, but now that i have that shit back, i've been talking to her again. i day twoed her bitchass back then, which climaxed with me making out with and dry humping her, nothing more. (at least i think nothing more. i may have slurped on her ditties, but i can't remember.)). anyway i wanted to fuxx wit' both o' dhem again. my old regular because she seriously gives summa da bess dam hed i dun e'er got. glasses because she's a PYT and because i haven't given her the proper dicking down she rightly deserves. but, i also wanted to remain faithful to my dear pfac because, as of yet, she hasn't done anything to deserve my sleaze. and because, as i've mentioned several times, i don't like the idea of being able to say that i've cheated on a wife, even if it's not a "real" wife. vp all got principles and shit.

anyway i finally made it home around 9:30. i decided to flake on the two bitches and to meet up with pfac instead. i'm still good, for the time being. the whole car ride from l.a. to back home, i told my brother how much i needed to pop off my nut. goddamn. vp's no fap, brahs. (i strongly encourage all of you to be as well.) and i hadn't popped off the nut since last tuesday. gahhhhhhhhhhhhhh! i was seriously going mad. i knew i had to get it in with mami.

i texted on the way home, asking if she wanted to come over to my parents' house to get dicked down. (i'm back at home right now to save money for traveling. i've decided i'm going to travel as much as possible this semester. a decent exchange if you ask me, especially considering that i don't mind living at the cribbo. my parents are cool as fuck, and they don't fuxx with me in strict ways or any lame shit like that that you fuckboys who grew up in religious households are accustomed to and shit. i mean they don't exactly like me bringing hoes over, but what can they do? i'm twenty-goddamn-four years old. i used to drag bitches back to the cribbo all the fucking time when i lived there a few years ago. they know homeboy's game is on point.) pfac didn't want to do that because she felt awkward. i suggested instead a movie and taking things from there afterward. in reality, she was just gonna get scooped and taken back to my parents' house. i told her to get dressed up. i like my girls to look dope when i hit.

she came out of her house looking cute as fuck when i pulled up. black miniskirt, tight white tee, black heels, crazy hair all over the place. i wuz gon' buss some NEWTS. i drove back to my parents' place, took mami inside. parents ain't see nuttin' 'cause i aksed if they could go in they room when i walked her in. makes no difference, but might as well make shit as unawkward as possible.

my room is fucking phat. seriously. my mom arranged that shit dope as hell. everything was clean, dusted, folded, organized. completely the opposite of my living conditions when i was out on my own. it's nice to be back home. i feel that after the way i lived the past year, this will be a lot healthier and cleaner. though i lived like a fucking pimp last semester, i also lived like a goddamn addict. coming back home will be no joke like a rehab for me. which is probably what i need since, if that partying from last semester keeps up, shit will eventually take a permanent toll on me. i still want to game, but i want to get it to a point where it's a little healthier. that means less drinking, less smoking, less unprotected sex, getting my diet to something other than just peanut butter and milk, getting back in the gym (my parents have a full gym at their house), doing things besides just partying all the time. it's weird because i keep thinking how much shit i can do if i'm not fucking drunk, how much shit i can accomplish. cuz, i spazzed the fuck out in fucking undergrad (how do you think i got into medical school?). i graduated summa cum laude, bruh, with honors. i was the president of two clubs, the vice president of another, and founded one on my own. i was an officer in four other clubs. i researched in three labs at the same time and worked three jobs at the same time. i was a genetics and gen bio tutor, an organic chemistry T.A., got promoted to head emergency medical scribe and flown to tennessee all expenses covered (to live for free in a phat-ass hotel) so that i could train new employees. i volunteered at four different hospitals and had an internship at another and volunteered for two other non-medical associations that served underprivileged communities. i had two of my writings published in honors magazines at my university and wrote 170 pages of a philosophical novel about consciousness that i've always wanted to write. and in the last eight months, i've K-closed 135 girls, fucked a lot, and partied my fucking ass off. which is all cool, i'm not gonna lie. living like that is awesome as shit! but i think with a little more of a healthy balance, i can still game as hard while having time left over to take care of other important aspects of life.

anyway back to the story at hand. so pfac and i posted up in my fresh-ass room. i made popcorn and put on before sunset. (we watched before sunrise some time last week.) i started making out with her like 25 minutes into the movie. hadda bust the ooze. shit was on like no other. vp knows how tah fuck a bitch. and pfac's all passionate and shit. all in love with me and shit. man, i hit the ass wiff da lights on, quiet as fuck because i ain't want my parents to get a listening to that. they know their son's game is tight, but i don't want them getting disturbed in their sleep or anything. gahhh, felt so much better to get off that big N.

i cuddled her afterward and talked. we didn't even pay attention to the movie. 45 minutes later, it was round two, and pfac struggled her cute ass off to stay as silent as possible. she all fucking put my pillow over her face and shit, little legs up in the air squirming. game tight.

we posted up some time afterward, till around 2:30. gahhhhhhhh, then i had to drive her home. fuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhcccccckkkkkkkkk. i had to be up in the morning by 6:30 for a nine-hour day at my clinic. another one of them sleepy fucking office days. whatever. i sped back home and crashed the fuck out for as much sleep as i could get.

overall day: made it back home from l.a., banged out pfac twice. i feel human again.

friday, august 8, 2014
i debated going out last night. but figured i shouldn't because i had clinic early in the morning. yesterday at clinic, i met a pretty hot med student from another school. she had a fairly dry/serious personality, but you know that wasn't gonna change anything. after maybe an hour, we had a little flirtatious banter. i noticed she moved her chair very close to me. it was cool talking to another med student. obviously i can't talk to most girls about shit regarding the medical field. they're not gonna know anything about it. i don't think i'd ever like to marry a doctor because those girls seem like they'd be too control freak type. two very intelligent, arrogant, headstrong people typically don't make for good couples. but my god, could you imagine how much dough i'd have if my wife were also a doctor? gahhhhhhhhhhhhhh! anyway i added chica on fb. she talked to me about how med school has pretty much ruined her life. she said that she's had to get on sleeping pills, had to start seeing a therapist, was recommended to take antidepressants (which she refused to do), got left by her boyfriend of four years, lost contact with most of her friends, and just lives with a lot of stress in her day-to-day life. i'm glad i've never gotten to anything similar to that. i really haven't even let med school affect my life at all. haha. i'm pretty pimp. i've got to be the dopest med student there is.

anyway i wanted to recreate my experiences from the trip so i booked a hotel in a nearby suburb and went there after class. pfac joined up with me around 5:30. we drank and went to eat at benihana. shit was taste. i surprised her with that shit, and she loved it. awwwww, vp's so sweet. we went back to the telly afterward and tapped it out. good shit.

after that we were chilling on the couch in the living room. she asked what i was up to tomorrow. i told her i was gonna go out. she said she was going out too. i said that's cool, and she said, "yeah, you're probably not going to like it." i asked why she said that, and she told me because she had plans to go out with fuckboy "best friend" homie to get beers for his 26th birthday. alone. wow. you surrious, trick? i told her plainly and firmly, no bullshit, that i was not cool with that. and that was it. shit caused a little fuss, and she asked why it was a problem. i told her i'm not going out on a saturday night one-on-one with another girl to get drinks. fuck kinda shit is that? she said she wouldn't like it if i were to do that either. if you guys haven't learned in your own lives by now, you will one day: all girls do shit like this. and from personal experience, once that first sign creeps up, the beginning of that sour shit is coming on. beware, homies. pfac said she wanted to think about everything and went into the bedroom. i went outside to smoke. when i came back in, i called splits to see what she was up to. i should mention that my phone had been absolutely blowing up all day. i had over 40 unread messages at one point, all from different people. i could tell it was making pfac jealous. dhv, brahs. splits wanted me to pick her up, and i was down to fuck her. but i couldn't drive, and she was far.

i don't trust chicks with dude friends, especially if they're supposedly "best friends". whatever the fuck that means anyway. i also don't understand what type of dude would have a chick as a best friend. that doesn't make sense to me, having girls in your life and not wanting to fuck them. if you don't act on that shit from the start and you develop a "friendship" with a girl, you're a bitch. i especially don't understand what type of lame-ass dude would plan on celebrating his birthday with one girl and nobody else, ON A GODDAMN SATURDAY NIGHT!!!!!! jeez. i find that shit pathetic actually. what, does the loser have no friends? it's almost kinda sad, especially since i'm robbing that motherfucker of his "best friend", but you gotta expect that shit to happen one day if you have a chick best friend. one day she's gonna dry up and leave your punk-ass for some dude who wears all black, lives like a tramp, and drives a motorcycle. (i don't drive a motorcycle though. that shit's for idiots.) but dude's a bitch though. pfac's told me he's 26 and has only fucked two girls. wtf?! maybe he is a tame-ass dude. maybe he's capable of doing something i'm not--being friends with a girl. but my shit's militant in that regard. i want no fucking girl friends unless it's to serve a purpose, like dhving me. and even then, i'd prefer to be banging those chicks too.

anyway pfac went outside after a while and chain smoked the fuck out of my pack. gross. i met up with her after maybe 30 minutes to smoke too. i didn't want to fight about anything. i don't particularly like being serious anyway. and i wasn't fighting actually. i merely stood my ground and didn't waiver from my wants. she said that she had realized what she wanted while she was thinking, and she said it wasn't worth fighting with me about that shit. that's right, bay-beeeeeeeeeeeee. she said she would cancel her plans with fuckboy. sayonara, homes. go learn game and try your hand next time. it's not that i'm insecure about any of this shit. it's not that i'm jealous or anything lame like that. it's that i handle this shit now the way i handle any form of potential robbery: i'm going to minimize all chances of it happening as much as possible.

pfac said she didn't like the way my phone had been blowing up and said that she had already asked me to delete all the girls from my phone (she asked me this a few days ago, when we were in the bay area. i don't remember if i mentioned it or not.). i told her i had deleted all the girls (sure i did) and that those were other people texting me (sure it was). fuck no! i'm never gonna delete those hos' numbers. i'm not isolating myself. i'm not going out to eat or going over to their places or anything like that--i'm being very well-behaved right now, the best i have been the entire year in fact--but i can still talk to them.

anyway i don't like any of this shit at all actually. this is relationship shit that non-gamey fools have to put up with. and it's not even anything anyway. ohhhhh, pfac has a friend who's a male. so what. when you're truly playin', you don't care about that shit at all. you don't even pick up on it as a matter of fact because there's no need to delve into personal shit. but as i've said, while i'm married to chick, things are a li'l different.

we chilled up and hungout for a few more hours. things were chillin' again. you can never be fully trusting of your girl. you know how shit is. g is g, players.

overall day: banged out pfac. had an overall pretty nice day at the telly. dinner was good. game on in my absence, players. i assure you i'll be back one of these days.

"I've had sex four times this week, I'll explain." If you're not having sex at least four times a week, step your game up. Come on, brahs.

saturday, august 9, 2014
peep game on y'all bitchaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa'. i checked into another hotel. player shit. this is what happens when you get into a lucrative fucking field at a young age and decide to stick with it. money money money. player player player. keep thinking your shit's gonna work out in a dead-ass industry. i'll see you homies in 10 years.

i invited wifey, cuz, and mama showed ups 'round 7. she all canceled her plans with bitchass homie. dude's probably googling my name right now, tryna track down my address on some purge shit. "YOU TOOK MY GIRL, YOU MOTHERFUCKER! YOU TOOK MY GIRL!"

i wanted to go out tonight. consistency and smith were out. raymond was doing the usual promoting gig. i wanted to get out and see what i've been missing out on. but mama didn't wanna leave. she brought dress-up clothes but was lazy as fuck. she wanted to just spend time with vp and chill. i was whatevers so i played that shit out. we coasted, didn't even listen to music or watch anything at all. (before she arrived, i was watching julien vids on why you should never get comfortable around a girl. i cannot tell you how much i agree with this. you get comfortable around your girlfriend--oh, she'll love it....for a while. then she's leaving your bitchass and rightly so. punk-ass BEEYATCHES!!!!!!) cuz, we just talked--aw--and enjoyed each other. none said about bitchass "best friend" homeboy. none said about vp's "fucked up" past. man, we just chilled up and ordered pizza. completely going against the advice i had just had ingrained in me for like the 1000th time in my life: don't eat that shit! don't lose your g. don't get cumfterbull.

whatevers. pfac my girl, and g is still g. never think it's not. you walk out on g, you walk out like hemingway, fucking bitch. good luck. afc. vp could have saved you.

i fucked her.

we fell asleep and cuddled so goddamn good. aw, this is what homeboys getting started into game crave to attain? it's cool, yeah, but, it's not player. you know what's player. fucking bitches, making out, making normal motherfuckers jelly. if this is you though, no issues. just game on in your own way, bruh.

overall day: fucked pfac again, had a chill fucking day at the telly. a player is a player. a bitch is a bitch.