I Got Jacked for Bus Stock

As if getting thrown under the bus by the new PM wasn’t enough, as if being suspected of scalping wasn’t enough, as if stopping a dude from beating a females ass by throwing him in jail wasn’t enough, this fool from…let’s just say the “parent company” bus, jacked me for my bus stock.

We order bus food for our long rides for our 4 buses. That does not include 5. I work for Young Money damnit! And the thought of dudes and their silver ass platinum whatever teeth gleaming into my car and across my General Tsao’s chicken talking about , “well can the big bank get some food? Oh, Big Money can’t eat. What we gon’ tell him then?” It was a horrible shake down. A non talking Haitian and a non talking Silver tooth wearer. Over some damn chicken broccoli.

I’m beyond being sick of misogyny. Misogyny ought to pay me for being his publicist since I out half of it’s crew. More than half. What the hell, man? I’m even tired of hearing myself talk about it, and yet, it comes up over and over and over again. Whether its a fat ass of a played as production manager regaling mothersuckers with stories of “when i was with NSYNC”….man Justin Timberlake is a grandfather! What the hell….

Or fools telling females on my bus “well, you shouldn’t really use the word attack if nothing physical happened. I think you guys are overreacting. Or really? I didn’t ask you what you thought i asked you to protect me. So much for that expectation.

Oh, and my top favorite. Turns out, between tour managing the number 1 tour of the summer and the number 1 band on the charts for 20 weeks, i’ve added ticket scalping to my busy busy schedule. Tha hell outta here!

Ever have those weeks where it all hits you at once? And what do i do? I’m so tired. I’m so tired of fighting. They need to come up with a new word for fighting I’m so tired of it.

But God msust be setting me up for something else. not sure what it is or what it encompasses but I will wait. Studiosly, patiently, happily. Wait.

INJUSTICE

I would just like you all to know that I’ve come into the Mac store to replace my lost ipod ONLY to find that the “classic” has different pins. Meaning, different chargers. Meaning my Bose speakers and my car attachment require an adaptor. Ask me if the adaptor is free?
NO!

Meaning… ITS NOT FREAKIN’ “CLASSIC”.

F*** apple.
Damn Communists.

Faith In the Universe

So God has, once again, proven to be all provider and all knower. Worried about keeping up my reputation and being thorough, an angel came to me and started working for free. Flew herself in and has been a great asset. Just for the opportunity. She is not a teenager , she is a grown ass woman.

So i’m trying to figure out how to sneak her into the camp. The pace of Pop is much different than rap. There’s a reason pop stars are POPULAR, they are constantly moving. So she’s been helping me with daysheets and the like. Catching up with the pace. And it just so happens….we need another person on crew to do whatever….another “indian” as we have so many chiefs. And VOILA!!! This bitch was already about to use her miles to come and help me regardless …and just a wee bit of positive energy, putting yourself in the right place at the right time, seeing the BIGGER PICTURE, and…..well, I’m just a little bit moved. We hired her. And she only worked for free for a month.

it overwhelms me a taste. It really does.

Praise Jesus…for reals.

BQE …. BACKED UP AS USUAL

I’ve been sitting on the BQE for an hour coming from the Verrazzano Bridge. I knew this would happen. I bet everyone 230pm arrival. They said…”oh no, Long Island ain’t that far.”

So I did what any normal person would do, made the the driver turn on DJ Quik’s , “Can I Eat it?” It’s inspiring.

My sister is coming to tonight’s show, amazing.
My girl Amy.
My girl Tanya.

And tomorrow we’ll chill and watch Lynard Skinnard and Bobbie. I’ve never been to a country and western hick party before. I’m ready to rock my poom pooms. I was looking for a confederate bikini but to no avail I hope the weather holds up. It’s beautiful on the Long Island Expressway right now. 85 degrees and bumper to bumper. We’ll get there one day. But at least DJ Quik will see us through.

And now I have to face the fact that Drake may not be coming back to tour. The reason for todays depressive episode. Aside from him being a cutey patootey, I so believe in him, his growth and progress in his career, I hate the breaks. Working for the Roots you learn one thing, niggas get good because they work all the time. Show after show makes practice perfect. He’s getting better and better. Most rappers can’t use a microphone these days to emit their voices let alone tell a story and capture their audience. You never know how good they are because you can’t hear them!

But Drake….oh well. I’m done. I must be strong. I’m fasting until he’s better. Which I hope is soon. Cuz i’m gettin’ HONGRY!

Niggapalooza Does It Again

I got hit 3 times tonight. Not by all of the giant bodyguard negroes that were there, no blonde, 6′0 tall, cheery white boys skipping down the aisles cups filled with beer a’plenty, thrilled beyond belief to be at the “Young Money Presents: America’s Most Wanted Music Festival”. MTV, Rollingstone and Spin covered tonight. Ticket counts are unbelievable. Rows and rows of happy go lucky Wayne Concert goers.

It looked like people were having a great time. We put a good show together. I was stressed but I suppose not as much as I have been before. I flushed it all out over the weekend. It’s not over yet, but it should be getting smoother. Tomorrow is a day off and I have to spend the whole day finishing Peas stuff. I should try to get a good nights sleep.OH YEAH, I had to go to the dentist today. So I get my crown covered, and get 2 teeth filled. Took me 3 shots to get numb. Retarded. I was annoyed, but entertained by the hot George Hamilton dentist who slightly peeved me out. I had no where to go but to listen to his advances which were so forward, I could have thrown up. But he could have been slightly cute and great to hang with had he not been so forward. I mean damn. I know my skin is chocolatey smooth but S%^T. Stop rubbing on me. Wowzers.I must nap now. I have to break news.

I Think I’ve Given Up Jeff Goldblum

After waking up to put out a fire that never existed, I turn on the tv to watch CNN. Regular. One thing you can watch consistently each Sunday and in any hotel in America is CNN.

What I DIDN’T notice, was CNN Sunday morning anchor, TJ Holmes. That brother is fine! I wonder is he would be adverse to surfing? He is my new focus.

My farewell dinner last week with 3 friends was at Aqua Lounge. Jeff Goldblum, my Boo, was performing. After his set he came up to me and gave me a kiss and hug, told me how great the Roots were and how much they loved me. Then he walked away and I noticed something. That ass from the Fly and Independence Day? No where to be found. I don’t even think he had on typical skinny jeans - but that didn’t matter. He’s so skinny. And maybe I’ve slightly fallen out of love with him. It’s so sad. An end of an era.

Mother Goose …..On the Road Again

We’ve begun the America’s Most Wanted Tour. I’ve got to tell you. Running a business is hard work. The more employees you acquire the more management has to be done. My business was at a near collapse this past month. Issues like commitment, loyalty and trust have been tested at an all time high. Training men and women are very different. Women cry, which is disturbing and men placate. The ush. Both are much more irritating than simply saying “okay”. I must re-evaluate hiring young people. And by young I mean under 30. I don’t have time for the growing pains. And it’s my fault. I like to be teacher, auntie, sister, mother. I’m everyone’s friend and so everyone is WAY TOO COMFORTABLE. It has been an issue of mine for years actually. To the point that no one even knows I’m disappointed until I flip out because they’d never think it was their bad. Far be it for anyone to think that.

In any event, I’ve managed to move out of my place, secure another, and go on tour without a heart attack. Something, however, has got to give. I have a slew of new employees in my stead just waiting to pop out in case these others cannot get the “entitled” bug out of their system. There is a recession. I like the older, self-assured, decisive, mothers who I’ve hired who know that they have to pay bills and can just knock the shit out and say thank you at the end of the day instead of dragging my nipples to the floor.

Jet Lag

Been up since 330am.
Trying to get a head start on these tours.

So sad to be back. Really focusing on how to make enough to be able to sit there during the summer. And then I wonder if my ship has sailed to do so. It was amazing.

The black girls there…well. Weird. I dunno how to feel about that and the perception. I’m still processing.

I know I have tons of boxes in my house and I actually am ready to move INTO a place. I feel like maybe now isn’t the time for my roommate event. It’s taking some time and while I’m not really into stressing about ha ing a place or caring to stay anywhere real until November 8th, suddenly, I’m ready to move into a place tomorrow. Or today as it where. I’ve been on Craigslist the last few hours.

I dunno. My life is overwhelming all over again. I have to run away from it just to get some rest. And when I land back into it, it’s hell.

I need breakfast. I’m starving.

Fiend

I’ve been in sexy France for 3 weeks ending it in the MOST sexy of sexy towns…well, let me rephrase. This town is so obnoxious it makes Miami look like Disneyland. And as much as I love France, i too know that these people are full of s@*t. Trust. I could be blinded by the wine, but for what. They ain’t  no more than the average person on Rodeo drive. However, St. Tropez is still sexy as hell. Not to mention I’ve been staying in a small village on a hill called Ramatuelle and THAT s@*t was beyond sexy. And now i’m in a hotel, L’ermitage. All old and classic and in the French spirit, but it isn’t complete yet. “Andre” designed the rooms and it’s going to be beautiful. GOING to be. But they are under crazy construction and there are about 3 people in this hotel with everyone running around helping us. Hand and foot. So as I sit on the terrasse on the side of the hill overlooking the port of St. Tropez and listening to the Ipod and Ipod Bose speakers I provided for the bar, I’m wondering this (a la Sarah Jessica Parker).

Is it possible to get some BEFORE I leave on Tuesday?

(And yes I had some in Paris, but that was WEEK(S) ago!)

So yeah, St. Tropez, in all of your inflated glory, what’s up with the sex?

Lacanau - NO!

Gotdamn Lacanau and it’s riptides. I didn’t know what a riptide was until I was in it. It was very helpful swimming OUT to catch the surf, but then when I was IN the surf, it was like a washing machine and you’re the drawers that get stuck on the spinner. AND those cupcake jellyfish who the locals tell me “pas mechant” , not mean? What the hell does that mean? All I know is they were EVERYWHERE. But I couldn’t worry about that. I was more worried about being sucked under. Did I catch waves? I guess, yes. No yes. I caught waves. But then, I was hit by one coming from the left. There were no set sets. It was stupid and exhausting and they told me September was a better time. Ha.

AND the weather was lousy. So we left for St. Tropez where it’s high 80’s.

Along the way, we ran into a city called Carsaconne. It’s an 11th century castle built and ruled by the Trecval Family from the Roman era. Talk about AMAZING. It was like being in Shrek. It looked like Princess Fiona’s castle. And all the wonders included.
The dopest thing is this festival they have. Tonight Lenny Kravitz is playing and Seal next week. Depeche Mode was there the night before we arrived. It was truly amazing.

Now we’re in a little village above St. Tropez called Ramatuelle. I was truly worried for a little while about working away from home. Then I realized I have been working a long time to get it so the world is my office. I have my two computers on my hip. Nothing is wrong in the world. I can still do daysheets. I quit a client that was causing me drama. And now I’m in St. Tropez. Will.I.Am has a party here in a couple of days, all is cool. It’s nice to have my titties back out on the beach!

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