Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Gat in the Hoisery




Emergency Room

...we are all victim of it...men and women alike. I heard these lyrics, and it made me simle. so why not share....

I was picking up your clothes in the closet
I was about to throw your jeans in the washer
'til I saw a piece of paper saying Tasha
I gotta say i found this a bit shocking
It's on receipts to tell you went shoppin
you bought some Nike shoes
But why you buying stockings?

just a tid bit (if you continue you listening its a dope song), check out the song from Rhianna. (Emergency Room) This one should have definetly been on her album. It would have been a hit, major radio play and all that jazz. Love the girl power, because its shows us as women getting hurt, a state of vunlnerability, and revenge that every person feels they want to exhibit at some point, even the good girls. (--@dreshot "good girls turn bad at some point" --@cityy true story). Heartbreak is real--shit, but the beauty of the song to me, is that we get the fuck over it eventually--all the bullshit. If you love yourself enough, one day--the shit will just click.

So keep that gat close.

been there.

xoxo
cityy

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

A La Carte

...I dont know if I am alone in this particular feeling, but sometimes I just feel like being left alone. Not because I am upset, or any ill feelings that would justify my disposition, just function better that way sometimes. Unfortunately the people I am currently surrounded by do not understand this notion.

Sometimes you want your chicken with nothing on the side...

xoxo
cityy

Sunday, December 27, 2009

Who shot ya...


...so let me say that I am having a fashion orgasm as I speak (well really type. These Chanel gun heels are a major killing. It is the shoe you love to hate! Its calling my inner gansta to emerge and walk firecly down the streets of Los Angeles. If I ever wanted a heel, I want this one!

It take a pure genuis to not just think of, but make this masterpiece come alive...

who shot ya...

xoxo
cityy

Saturday, December 26, 2009

Bitch, you need a MAKEOVER.

...how do you tell someone you know they need a makeover without making them feel like you are attacking their style, look, shit them even?

My frame of mind doesnt believe in always sparing peoples feelings, the truth is gritty and un-pretty, and sometimes is best served cold. So just scream that shit out like an orgasm and keep in moving.

Change is a great thing, there is no nice way to tell someone that they aint "haut", unless they themselves are already aware of the fact. So the best thing to do, is bite down like a G...and chew slow.

After all, the bright side is... if the makeover goes well you will be happy and so will she...

smile.
xoxo
cityy

First Dates?

...This issue probably doesnt concern many people, but I am going to take a stab at it, seeing that it has been a topic of discussion in my household for the last....lets say 2 years. "Marriage", but I am not going to dive so deep into the topic ill start with first dates.



This past June, on the 5th of the month to be exact my handsome ambitious brother who just happens to be a med school student celebrated his 25th birthday. We all --(the family and a few friends) came together over a nice meal at NOBU, and toasted to a MAN, who has come into his own. During the dinner the topic of dating came up--men and women and first dates. To my disadvatage I was the only woman at the table, independant of my mother, who is married of 28 years (today! happy anniversay mom and dad) and choose to stay out of the discussion, interjecting her few points here and there.

First dates...not as straight forward as it might initally sound. In the year of 2009 I cant really remember how many first dates I went on. The conversation went something like this--


me: there are so few good men out there now days...them: what??!! are you crazy, its probabaly the places you frequent dont have men of substance there, because there are a host of quality men out there, they just dont go parading around with a sign on their backs saying "I.AM.A.GOOD.MAN...me: ummm, nope, I beg to differ, I am a single 22 year old, college graduate, who is self-sufficent and independent to all extents of the word,finer than a china glass, who takes care of my mutha-fuckin-bussiness, and still finds it almost impossible to find a man of substance and quality (that compliments my style) to take me out on a fucking real first date! It is almost as if the idea, concept, notion is non-exsistent...them: well where do you go? because if your looking to find a good man at the bar of the hottest new night club, sorry my dear it isnt going to happen. Good men are in good places, and the club has a negative conotation in and of itself that is not somthing you should be trying to build a relationship or anything substantial out of. me: its not just the club! its everywhere...the grocery store, the park, the mall, gym..etc, etc. them: have you tried the library, a college level science or english class, a art exhibit? me: ummm no, because typically when i am in the library, in class, or at an art exhibit I am not looking for boys. them: well then you havent really been looking in the right places....me: (feeling a tiny bit defeated) whatever, i dont think all the good men hang out in those places truthfully, I believe that the quanitity of quality men has diminished, men are much more comfortable wanting to "kick-it" with you or come to "chill" at your spot then take you out to dinner or grab a coffee and really get to know and engage you. They would rather plop down on your couch pop in a movie, dim the lights in hopes to get you loose and make a move. Its almost as if the young men of today are living vicarously through the top 10 rappers who speak of "never loving a hoe" or "M.O.B.--money over bitches" (Now dont get me wrong, I am serious about my money, Id put money over a bitch too-- truth be told, but to what end? I need love, and I love money--PROBLEM?) I may be mistaken, but then again I am the girl who is the one stuck with the -no good men  syndrome-so I think I would have a better sense of what is going on out there in the world of dating. them: "laughing-out-loud" good luck!

Now, I have had this conversation with countless of my friends and other people that just so happen to engage me on the subject, and I found a common trend...people think I am looking in the wrong places. I agree partly because good men should not be restricted to a certain activity or place of enjoyment. Good men (and I use that term loosely) should be everywhere! They should just be walking down the streets as Im walking my imaginary dog. Or in back of me at the check-out line of Whole Foods....just sayin.

Do people still date? Do people seriously still fucking date? If they do and I am just, like everyone so strongly believes looking in the wrong places, how, I ask can I redirect my compass. to find these MEN. Not that I am looking for a man to fall face down in my lap (but I woulnt necessarly be complaining), but It would be nice to have more men who are of something other than a dog trying to get to know me, only to....not have a car, not have a pad, not working, not in school, a cheater, a lier, a fucking con-artist, or just plain old stupid. (and yes if you dont have a car,spot,job, or education you do not qualify as a good man!) I mean, Im not trying to relinquish all the blame and put it on the men, because there are some "no-good" women out there as well, but the ratio is of no comparison. It is easier to find a women who has her shit in order then it is to find a man with the same resume.

First dates..2nd...3rd...and maybe even 4th dates should not be about who is going home to whoose house at the close of the tab, or if I pay I better get some ass, it should be about the other person and whether you see anything worthwhile in the person. Men if you are taking a women out on a date and you dont want to pay, then you should not be taking her out on a date PERIOD. That is more of an outing, then a date. If you are just friends and that is the way you get down then by all means...do your thing. But if you are interested in this woman and you think she is worth the time and energy, dont ruin her opinion of you by being a fucking cheap nigga when the check comes. If you didnt have it, your ass should have stayed your broke ass in the house and saved yourself and the pretty damsal the embarrasement. How rude is it to wait for the bill to come to announce as subtly as you can that your trife ass aint got enough to cover the bill? you dont have any damn money? I mean...I dont know about other ladies, but  I.AM.RAW. so I would stand my pretty ass up, kiss him gently on the forehead and tell him thank you for dinner, and leave his ass to figure out the bill, while I hop my ass in the  911 coupe  and dip to the hills, or call a friend to rescue me promptly (ladies, always have an escape route) . No need to get all mad or feel embarrased, the days of me letting niggas get the best of me have far past--dead and gone-- and I dont have a problem laughing in your damn face and kicking rocks as if I never met you.


Just be a man about it. If your going to take the time out to take me out, dinning, then do that shit right. In time I will mos def return the favor.

Unitl then im still taking applications for the fall...2010.....BATTER.UP.

smile
xoxo
cityy

N.E.W.

....I know its pretty cliche to say I am looking forward to the new year, but that would be an understatement. I am uberly excited about the new year. With the new year approaching I have a myraid of things to look forward to. One of  which I have no problem sharing---one of my bff''s (muffy, will release her real name after I get consent. lol)  is relocating to the Los Angeles Area, from Riverside, and going to be my official on call "P.T.C." (partner-in-crime). We have been ripping and running the streets of LA with no remorse for the last year, but I have a feeling that this year witll be much more exciting, seeing that she will be much more accessible to me, and luckily sharing the same place of work. Something about the begining of the year brings about a undeying excitement in everyone, just look around. People start making overstated resolutions, that are rarely ever met: cleanning out closets, revamping their looks, getting rid of fat, only to back peadal half-way through the year. For me, I dont think I need to make any New Years resolutions, to me they are always broken and that is not how I want to start off my New Year. I figure I will make changes and alterations as the year progresses, on things that need changing. But hey, why fix something that isnt broken? I am a Cancer that is easily bored with things around me, when they get mundae, so my hopes are that this year stirs up enought controversy and havoic to write about and keep entertained. This blog is about any and everything. I have many passions, so I find it very constricting to limit the contents of this masterpiece, to only a few topics or areas of discussion. Granted their will always be topics that are a reoccuring trend--fashion, boys, money, school, friends, and boys. Celeberites are constantly doing crazy shit, so I will include those stories that make me say hmmmmm, trying as hard as possible to stay away from passing judgement.

...Now that i got that gibberish out of the way, and I painted the nice girl face let me tell you a little about me. I am Cityy (Cindy is the name my parents gave me). I live in LA. I Love Boys, Money, Money, Money, FASHION, and above all Family. My Family is my heart, I will kill for every last one of them that bare my last name. Friends are very important to me, I hold them down, as they do the same for me, but Enemies are more important, more beneficial, and more crucial then any one friend (see 48 Laws of Power).

 I am-- RAW.  I enjoy traveling, blunts, fresh mani's&pedi's, sun-kissed skin, makeup, dressing up, and dressing down, and showing off-when i step out. I love music-who doesnt? Good music I will listen to any type of music independant of the genre, but if you go through my ipod you will see a good majority of hip-hop and r&b.

I am raw. That is one thing that should be remembered and taken away from this entry so, if you are going to follow this blog know that I. AM. RAW.

lets have some fun. smile.
xoxo
cityy.