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Only Good Boys Keep Diaries. Bad Boys Don’t Have Time…

As you know I have a problem with YouTube. I think it’s gross. And all that clip and paste bulls*^t makes me crazy. When I see those video tributes made by people who obviously need a life it makes me ill. Creating a false reality makes you insane. Not hopeful. You’re seeing things that didn’t exist. And you got played by players. Who continue to play you because you’re um mm… Gullible. Alright that’s all I’m gonna say… Well one more thing: CBS should sue that site and make them take that stuff down. If you wanna post your homemade video of you dancing around and acting stupid or your “adorable” pet/baby eating tinsel or even your sex tape, fine but lay off me & my friends. There I’m done. Kinda.

This all started with a clip I was emailed of someone I thought was kinda a friend of mine saying homophobic things about me. Of course it’s on YouTube. Of course some ass grabbed it from the live feeds and posted it. Yeah, freedom of speech. Or freedom to post. Whatever. To the poster; did you put that up there because you thought it was funny? Or you agreed? Or to punish the person who said those things or who was spoken of? To the friend; I’m giving you the benefit of the doubt and forgiving you for having a moment. We all did. I hope the hate that you pointed at me because of my sexuality isn’t a true statement as to who you are. In fact it was my sexuality that allowed me to see you clearly for who you are. Gay boys don’t get played by men. Unless there’s ass involved. Then all bets are off.

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Maury, NYC, The Skin & The Master Cleanse! Randomness 8…



I’m just back from NYC. I did The Maury Show. Todd Newton was also on. It was fun. And of course now I wanna be the new Connie Chung. Maury is cute. My episode is about videos on YouTube. And you know how I feel about that. I mean apparently there is video of me trimming my nose hair while Janelle and Erika do their eyebrows. If you downloaded that you are sick. And if you watched? Twisted. Hey divas gotta groom. It’s all about maintenance. And I couldn’t kit out to have my girl Babette do it for me now could I?

I spent a bit of time in NYC. I still have many friends there. Crazy Makeba, my Kiki, Legs, Tom and E. And gosh I lived there on and off for years while playing model. I once loved the city. Not so much anymore. Once you live in Cali, it changes everything. Though NYC is cleaner than ever, it’s still dirty. And there are far too many people there. And the traffic is unlike anywhere else in the world. And if I saw one more girl in skinny jean shoved into high boot I swear I was gonna throw up! Everyone was doing it! Fat girls. Skinny girls! Short girls! Black girls. Asian girls. Rich girls. Poor girls. Hell even the Latin girls were doing it and it’s not sexy. Latin girls usually don’t follow a trend unless it’s sexy. I don’t think you are gonna see Giselle or Adriana looking like Peter Pan or Captain Jack Sparrow wearing stupid roll down boots with jeans tucked into them. All that’s missing is a hook and a parrot on your shoulder! Hold it. Let me amend that. On Giselle and Adriana it looks right. But anything looks right on them so…

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Friends.

So it was suggested this summer that I am not a good friend. That was truly one of the most hurtful things, in a long list of things, that has ever been said about me. Let me clarify; it was said that I turn on my friends. Well 1st, I was playing a game this summer. A game where friendship and loyalty are famously tested. A game where strangers meet and compete. A game where 4 years ago I lost sight of the fact that I was competing for money and chose friendship over cash. And was famously punished for that transgression. Believe me I went into All-Stars with one loyalty this time: me. I wasn’t looking for friends, I was searching for cash and prizes.

Am I really friends with anyone from Big Brother? In all honesty I’d have to say no. Not while on the show anyway. Yes, I like some of those knuckleheads. I count Kiki, Diane and Erika as my pals. James and Sarah I love. Janelle too. Big Willie Wikle is my bud. I think fondly of Roddy though we’ll never be friends. A few people I hate and never wanna lay eyes on again. Which is cool. You aren’t going to be friends with everyone you meet.

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Michael Richards / The Departed

So Mikey got caught with his hand in the cookie jar big time. Huge. And mama put a mouse trap in there in the form of a video camera. Here’s the thing, all of us no matter what race we are, harbor some racist thought about some other race. Period. Let’s hope we mask it better than Mr. Richards. Poor thing. He was done before but now he’s super-done.

What he should have done is not said a word for 2 weeks and then gone on Oprah. O would have started out with, “What were you thinking?” Then moved into, “No you did not?”, with head shake and Black girl finger wave. Next she would have led the audience in a gentle scolding. This is where Michael breaks into tears. And after that, admonishment. “We know you are sorry Michael.” “Don’t let it happen again.” Followed by a hug. But not too close. That sweater is cashmere. And probably by Ralph Lauren. Followed by a round of applause. Then O could have spun the show into a meaningful dialogue about race in America and the world.

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People Are Strange… And Scary.

Reality fame sucks. Basically. Kinda. Well, not really but it does have it’s problems. You aren’t really famous. It’s like being popular…In high school. I was popular in HS. And just as in HS you don’t belong to yourself. You do what it takes to get to the popular table. You do and say all the things that will keep you in the loop. I remember freshman year coming into the game and not knowing anyone or anything really. Either you step up to the plate or you are relegated to band practice and riding the bus home. I was aiming for homecoming king and playing spin the bottle with guys at tennis camp. Well it didn’t take long to acquire the look of the popular. In my HS it was preppy. Levi’s, iZod, Polo and Coach reigned supreme. You needed to be gregarious, smart, well-dressed and kinda a bitch. See, these are the same things reality stars need. Gregarious gets you on the show. Smart keeps you in the game. Well-dressed goes hand in hand with sexy. And you know sexy gets you everywhere. And a bitch? Well we all need our armor.

Lately I’ve been re-evaluating what being popular and being a reality star means. Before All-Stars I was offered a TV show. For most people that is the holy grail. Being the host of your own show. Well I’ve done that. It wasn’t all I thought it would be. When I told the producer that I wasn’t taking the show and I was doing All-Stars she said, “Why would you do that?” “I thought you wanted to kill the reality thing.” I still struggle with my decision to do All-Stars to this day. I thought I had a chance at winning this time. Things don’t work out the way you think. Or hope. Or pray. I’ll never understand why Arnold and Alison pursued me so vigorously only to… Enough of that.

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Bye Kevie… We hardly Knew Ye!

So it’s done.

Britney has kicked K-Fed to the curb.
A lot of peeps were annoyed by him. You know with the whole “I act Black” thing. But I saw the attraction. Hell who doesn’t love a wigger? Is that term politically incorrect? I would never drop the “N Word”. Actually I would. To someone else Black. But I digress. Back to K-Fed… He’s hot in a “dancer but straight-I’ve appropriated street boy” style. I mean I adore Eminem. And K-Fed is basically Em-lite. Some of the flava but with less calories and cash. Kinda the same if you squint. Or keep the lights out.

I’d do K-Fed. After a good scrubbing with some very hot, very soapy water. And a dousing of 91% Isopropyl Alcohol. With a condom. I’m a safety boy.

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KIDNAPPED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

By now everyone knows of my summer in purgatory. I had a sh*%ty time on Big Brother All-Stars. With a rigged game and less than ideal company, my stay was not pleasant. To add insult to injury someone kidnapped Boo.

Yes, Boo!

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