Haven't mentioned her and her sisters in at least half a year. I discovered these photos that I didn't take by accident last night.
Still doing what they do best. Despite all the fabricated bullshit opinions and the negativity about them from the rest of the world, just looking at their curvaceous bodies is memorizing. I say this cause I actually met them and took photos of them several times, of course. And that fool Jon Hamm was talking shit about Kim and her family being all clueless for monetary gain. Maybe he went out on them because he used to Christina Hendricks as his coworker, otherwise his opinions would've gone the other way. I may not be into them as much as I was a few years ago (read the previous posts from 2009 and onward) but the bottom line is that Kim is fucking fine, and that ass is spectacular.
Anyway, now that I got that put aside, its time to move on. I turned 24 just ten days ago (BORN IN THE YEAR OF THE DRAGON) and since then, it just felt strange. I didn't do a DAMN THING on the day of my birthday. Literally, I was sleeping in bed for 18 straight hours at my pops house with my phone and computers off. I actually wanted that to happen since I used it as a get away from everyday nonsense in the public that we get splattered with. In other words, my birthday was very lowkey. Wasn't as wild as last year's with my homies William (who's birthday was also on the same day as mine) and his wife Ginger and their extended family during that time that I turned 23. Speaking of which, I was at their crib the day earlier on Sunday to watch the Lakers/Heat game that was a day off my birthday. Before that, I was actually at the scene outside Staples Center to scope out some of the public figures who were gonna show up for some exposure since that game was nationally televised on ABC. I only saw Quarterback Mark Sanchez from USC and the New York Jets signing autographs and the next thing I'm about to tell you that just happened right after had blew my fucking mind and I think its not gonna escape from it for a while.
This one rich bloke who was going to the game came up to the barricades where me and the other photographers were chillin' at. He held up two Lakers tickets in front of us and asked if anybody wanted these. I thought he was fucking with us as obvious but then this one paparazzi, that I knew for four years who's name I won't disclose out of respect, said he'll take them for 50 bucks which I also thought he was teasing around with the dude and then all of a sudden, THAT RICH ONE-PERCENTER GAVE HIM THE FUCKING LAKERS TICKETS TO HIM JUST LIKE THAT WITHOUT PAYING!!!! THAT SHIT WILL NEVER HAPPEN IN THE HISTORY OF THE UNIVERSE! WHAT THE FUCKING HELL?!?!?!
Alot of people there, not just the paparazzi, but some of the other attendees and two of the valet staff couldn't even believe it as well. NOBODY saw that shit coming. The photographer who got the tickets acted like he won the California Lottery for 8 seconds, took this fine ass photographer with him to the game and then switched to an attitude as if it was no big deal. Fuck, to this day, I still couldn't believe it. I'd take them regardless of which section the seats are, it was a major game that day and both teams are gonna play each other once in the Staples Center this season courtesy of the shortened season. I could've grabbed any attractive random female at LA Live and took her to the game as well. Why? For the lack of better terms, Lakers Tickets= guaranteed pussy.
I went to the Starbucks at LA Live to try to get myself over on what just happened by ordering an expresso mixed with any of the strongest black coffee for the first time since I've never drank coffee before or just something to spike me up then crash later when I get home. Before I was about to go up to the cashier, I checked my Facebook messages on my T-Mobile G2 with the Wi-Fi enabled and saw one message from the homie Ginger saying that I should come over to watch the game at their crib. Instead of experiencing coffee for the very first time, I zipped over back to the Valley to watch the rest of the game there. After the game, I stayed for a bit by eating homemade cupcakes with some Armenian-style pizza and being introduced to The Walking Dead by viewing the first episode. Damn, that shit looked like a movie. Totally badass scenes and the acting was tight. After that, I drove over to my sister's crib and went with her to her company's party where one of her co-workers was celebrating her birthday that day in North Hollywood. We could've just literally walked there since it was close by, but then again it was late at night that time. The party was interesting. Met some of the people my sister co-works with and the entire party was a 80s themed "Murder Mystery" type gathering. I just chilled and took photos which I didn't plan but was very last second.
That was probably the only great thing that took place during my 24th birthday, even though it was on the day before. Like I said, I didn't do anything on the actual day. My pops wanted to take me out to a restaurant, but none of my siblings didn't feel like going out and I couldn't think of any good places to go feast at. I wanted to go to YardHouse in Newport Beach like I went to last December instead of the one in LA Live since I was over in that are the day before and I really didn't want to eat anywhere in Los Angeles County. The rest of the week was basic shit from the Joseph Kony/Invisible Children protests being plastered everywhere on the internet instead of the newsprints and television, this weird ass smartphone app called DrawSomething that is typically Pictionary resurrected from the dead, and the gassing overhype for The Hunger Games, which is what the same similar hype The Twilight Saga has gone through for the past four years. There's no question that the distributors and the producers are paying a grip of money to the celebrity news journalists and the studios marketing department now that I see the billboards of it everywhere. We're gonna be hearing about The Hunger Games, which is also based off a series of books, for the next few years, probably one of the female cast members getting knocked up or some DUI mess that forces the casting director to spend half a year to find someone else to fill that role. Maybe Miranda Crosgrove (who one of my cousins met three years ago) or the chick that won the US version of the X-Factor. Hey, she was in this years Pepsi Super Bowl commercial.
I didn't make a big issue as I turned 24. I just got a few hundred dollars, a burgundy "Bill Cosby as a hipster in the 1970's" type sweater from my moms and about three birthday cards. It was just another day. I rewarded myself by purchasing some new shoes last Saturday for the first time since August 2009 to make up for not copping the Air Jordan White/Cement IV last month. I almost got the Zoom Kobe VII's at the Footlocker in Westfield Topanga mall. I tried it on but the sneaker was too tight (tight as in compressed) yet it was part of the technology feature in the shoe, therefore, it was an ACTUAL basketball shoe, not just any regular casual basketball sneaker. So I zipped over to Flight Club LA on Fairfax, which I haven't stepped inside since April 2008 and picked up a pair of Air Jordan VII "Cardinals" that I passed on when they got re-released last June. I actually wanted to get these when the were dropped for the first time back in April 2006, but I owed a shitload of money that time so I wasn't able to get it. Then Nike dropped it again last year, and, like I said, I was too lazy to buy them. But I finally got them and damn, I fucking loved that shoe. I paid $170 plus tax for them shits, (by the way, that was the lowest priced Air Jordan retro in Mens sizes while the rest are over $200), then walked over to the Beverly Center to feast at Grand Lux Cafe only to see a bunch of chairs laying across the mall on Beverly Boulevard. I thought those chairs belonged to a tourist group visiting Beverly Hills or something until I got home and leaned that those chairs belongs to a couple of fools camping out for the Nike Air Yeezy 2, WHICH DOESN'T DROP UNTIL THE SECOND WEEK OF APRIL! First people camp out for a few days for the Concord XI's, then a week for the "Galaxy" Nike Foamposites (Flight Club LA had them for $2,500 and that shit looks pathetic in person) and now those kids with so much time on them and so much money on Credit Cards that they don't own are gonna spend a month waiting for the Air Yeezy 2's. Shit.
Just a recap of how my birthday went. I didn't expect this post to be lengthy but y'all should be used to it by now. Thanks for taking your time to read this and stay blessed as always.
