everything can happen

the tagline from my newest guilty pleasure. think ENTOURAGE but in the NYC and before they were famous oh & with waaaaaaaaaaaaaay better eye candy in my humble opinion. the casting was on point. im diggin bryan greenburg, my fav shannon sossamon is always purdy and the dude from raising victor vargas is all growns up now. other than that, the premise is pretty relatable to "young twentysomethings" as they say. im diggin the playlists too. i hope they dont let me down. they had me at hello.

i wont bullshit & try to sell you on this show. here's straight from the source.
http://howtomakeitinamerica.com/

HBO's new series "How to Make It in America" comes from the same producing team as "Entourage" -- but the thing you should know about it before anything else is that, aside from exploring the bond between guys and airing on HBO, it's not a whole lot like "Entourage."

Whereas Vinny Chase and his boys made it to the top and never really fell that far from it, "How to Make It" is about what it's like to be on the bottom of the heap and looking for a way up. "It's a street-level show," is how creator Ian Edelman puts it. "It's the beginning of a journey."

The show stars Bryan Greenberg ("October Road") and Victor Rasuk ("Stop-Loss," "Raising Victor Vargas") as Ben and Cam, long-time friends and would-be fashion moguls who have big ideas but less ability to execute them. The show follows their struggles to start a denim line -- how they luck into the fabric is part of the story in Sunday's (Feb. 14) premiere -- and make their names in the business. Luis Guzman, Lake Bell, Eddie Kaye Thomas and Scott "Kid Cudi" Mescudi also star.

Here are four other things you should know going into the show.

Comedy with a side of drama. "How to Make It" has plenty of funny moments, but as with shows like "Hung," "Nurse Jackie" and "United States of Tara," it mixes in more dramatic material too ("HTMI" isn't on those shows' level yet, but its tone is similar). "It's [about] a period in life where there's a lot of hard work to be done and everything is -- you're figuring it out, there's an existential window, and there are pressures, so some things hit harder than others," Edelman says. "... It's just kind of a realism and authenticity of this moment that we're going for."

Ensemble piece. Greenberg and Rasuk are definitely the center of the show, but the rest of the cast -- particularly Guzman, who plays Cam's ex-con uncle, and Bell, as Ben's ex-girlfriend -- have their own stories.

"Lake Bell has a much more significant role than what you see in the pilot," Greenberg says. "The audience can follow what it's like to be a single girl in her 20s trying to make it as an interior designer, and also dealing with the aftermath of a breakup and running into your ex at different functions, dating a new guy, and just questioning her career choice and life in the city. Eddie Kaye Thomas [as a high-school buddy of Ben's who's now a Wall Street big shot] is really funny. And Luis ... we end up borrowing money from him, and there are consequences that come from borrowing money from him."

Chemistry experiment. Despite that, though, the show wouldn't work if Greenberg and Rasuk didn't spark together, and they really do. Rasuk has infectious energy, and Cam serves as a great counterpoint to Greenberg's more serious Ben. "When Bryan and Victor first met each other, we couldn't have been happier," Edelman says. "It was like instant chemistry. Victor is from the Lower East Side" -- much of the show is set in Lower Manhattan and Brooklyn -- "and Bryan has spent so much time living there. ... They were like instant friends -- you could feel their back story. It was like a chemical thing; we couldn't plan for it. We were fantastically lucky."

Will they make it? Not right away ("It's not called 'Made It in America,'" Greenberg jokes). Edelman says the show is about "baby steps," the little victories and setbacks on the road to achieving a dream. "We don't want to slow the storytelling down too much [but we want to] find the joys along the way," he adds. "But it's a nonstop hustle and a nonstop grind. You take a step forward, and it's three steps back. They're kind of figuring it out."

im excited bout sunday nights again.

40/40 club

lent is upon us. for the next 40 days & 40 nights im not gonna worry about what food vice i'll sacrifice but instead im gonna focus on the extra things i could do spiritually. u know, "i wanna do something better for mankind & all." you know donate my time and money to some worthy cause or just genuinely help someone in need, that kind of do-gooder stuff. but i love seein how people are giving up stuff like rice, fast food, booze, etchetera, etchetera, etchetera.... although im sure they are determined, i hope they are intending to sacrifice how JC sacrificed and not some excuse to kick in their 2010 diet resolutions. im jus saying, im not one to judge. how bout this cross tattoo? i like it. "i like it a-lawt" here's to the next 40/40 & hoping we all are better people after.

phat tuesday

ok first off u like how i put up some post dated blogs? hahaha. very sneaky huh. this wont even matter to you if you aint a loyal follower. better late than neva eva. i also wanna thank errrbody for all the blog love. dudes and dudettes (DUDE alert, ya i said it), i enjoy bloggin plain and simple. it just comes to me. it's my therapy. i'll be lame for a minute and admit that i think of stuff to blog about and come up with some brilliant blog, worthy to be posted but by the time i get to my laptop i fuckin forget and then that genius blog is lost up in my head space. what a pity, i know. that's why i dont try so hard anymore. i just let it come to me. i've noticed that metaphor translates to everything in my life. when i try soooooooooooo hard, i dont normally get what i want. but ironically when i dont give a shit, everything comes easily to me. i dont get it either. but i'll still try for the things i want, u know im not gonna settle. but my main point is thank u much, the love is truly appreciated.

onto more interesting biznass. it's fat tuesday. the eve before lent. & you kno why i kno its almost lent its because if you didnt notice yet all the fast food chains have deal$$$$ on all their fish sangwiches. mcdo, wendy's, jack-in-the-crack. thats sad huh. but ya some people may use this day as an excuse to be fatasses. im really tryin not to. actually i dont want to. if you think about it we're all fatasses everyday. this could be a regular tuesday to some. hahaa. sorry. but people are starving everywhere and we have it made. besides i dont wanna waste anymore calories on excuses. i have a goal & ima reach it damnit. but its dpl night. we'll see if luck will strike 2 weeks in a row. i swear i had better blogs in my head we'll see if theyre lucky enough to make it online. i have to be grown up & finish my laundry & get ready for work. i hope this day goes by fast. happy fat tuesday!! i meant P-H-A-T. hahha ok im gone.

valentimes schmalentimes

"random thoughts for february 14, 2004:

...........today is a holiday invented by greeting card companies to make people feel like crap."

can neva get enough of esotsm.


ya fuck you people in love. oh wait scratch that. im really happy for you. i dont wanna sound like an angry black woman. hahaha. im not. dude screw it if you dont have a valentimes. it really doesnt mean shit. im actually amused about how people let this "holiday" affect them. affect or effect? AFFECT.... dont you hate that. i kno im dumb. but ya i partook in the traditional vday rituals and hit up the g-spot. but it was fun. very good company & a blast from the past. oh & i was the reigning rock-paper-scissors champ. fuck ya!! not a bad vday at all. im thankful its over now, so i dont have to see the throw up of the color combo of red/pink/white til the next year. hope yours was as great as mines.


i dont even know what the fuck the message is on here but i thought it was cute.
fuck u vday, i mean happy vday.

soulfood

ok so i finally finally finally went to da poetry lounge. thanks GOD as my gramama says. its been pretty hard to make it cuz i work late, i have to rush to make it on time and then sometimes people arent feeling it; excuses, excuses i know. BUT i fuckin finally made it. & it was dopeness as usual. it feels so raw. like you could start to feel all the little emotions & shit, whether it be touchy/feely to fucking hysterical. i kid you not, we got in late of course so we had to sit on stage; shortly after we got there, a whiter than white red neck-ish type boy came in all by himself. my first thought was, "oh this white boy is brave or lost..." hahah ok besides the point. so ya he looked like a normal white boy kinda outta place no biggie or anything. BUT after the first set, he suddenly goes up on stage and straight up starts spitting some "poetry." right i know... first of all his name was, P-SLICK & he was reppin brooklyn, okayyy? "brooklyn in da housssssssse" as he said. but that wasnt the best part, his poem was about pussies and clits and all this sex stuff. i mean my jaw just dropped like everyone else's in the place. it was so fucking funny. you would have never ever guessed a white boy like that would be all profane tryin to talk ebonically. & he was serious. ok so if youre having a hard time imagining this it's like he was kinda sounding like EMINEM but looking like.....some run of the mill mid-western blonde white boy, his eyebrows and lashes were probly blonde, ya that white; you see what i mean. all in all after all this bashing he was pretty ok. his delivery was outstanding, he mos def had a presence. it was his first time, i think he's a wannabe actor. see now all y'all have to go now!! hahaha. ok one more though, this little cute black girl went up and said this poem about LOVE & shtuff, like each line was,"your love is like....waking up noon or later, your love is like.....a full tank of gas" blah blah blah & bullshit like that. it was so cute, so simple but he bf was there in the audience and it was her vday gift to him. how fuckin cute, damn those bastards in love. ANYWAYS, what im really tryin to say is that these poets (& i use that term loosely) all have balls. theyre so brave to get up there and pour their hearts out. not easy my friends, not at all. maybe one day before i die, i'll get up there one day. but i wont tell anyone tho, it'll be a secret, maybe kinda sorta. dpl did hit the spot tho, good vibes, good tunes, good poets mostly.