Overload.

Hmmm.... What can I say???.... at this point IDK.... Im OVERLOADED.... soooo much to talk about it feels as if my thoughts are bubbling out of my brain...

SOO! today I was called selfish and IDK what to say?... as a person I'm not that bad, yet still everyone can't deal with me. I love to do things for people... i love to share in every way possible... so....why am I selfish?? cause I dont call?? cuz i cant spend every minute on the fone with a nigga as if i'm a giggling school girl?? I CAN'T..... It's sad... but the only reason it's sad is because I don't care... maybe i am selfish, in the respect that I put myself first, cause at the end of the day.... when the niggas walk out the door and everyone is dead and gone I HAVE TO LIVE WITH MYSELF..... mind you, I've given my all to a nigga before.... but we won't go there...

On a Brighter Note.....

last Night was New Years Eve......

and i got to spend it with my homies ((Dom))

AND ((Renee))

(that's Dom, Myself and Renee wit the blue nails)

Along with some of their friends from HS.... like Enomfon, Rodine, Millie, Tati and the boys (Darnae, Kevon, and Millie Bf Andel)

The thing is I had an AWESOME time with Dom and her lil crew. The night went a lil something like this......

I was out shopping in the city with my friend Rashod... AKA Shoddie... AKA...... Shod.... lol... so wen we were walking back to the train I call Dom... and it went a lil something like this...

Dom: Talk to me... (idk who the fuck she thinks she is.... lmao)

Me: You are so stupid. what you doin?

Dom: Randallllllll you're gonna miss it!!!! we're POPPING(she says everything real proper, even slang) bottles tonight!!

Me: Damnnnnn I wanna come!

Dom: But Randall I won't be able to take you home cuz i'm gonna be drunk!

Me: Damnnnnn can i spend the night then?!

Dom: Oh yea! well call me wen u get home!

*click*

lmao... now dont quote me on that convo but that was pretty much it!... the night started wit a lil smoke and a bottle of Moet... and ended with a FUCKED UP photo shoot with a DRUNKEN DOM, a TOASTED Randy Cash and a brand new Mac Book.......

The Pics

[we cheese when necessary]

[we stress when we have to...]

[we use tongue wen we want to]

[we serve face.... when we can]

[we're goffy cause it's fun.]

...... soo this photoshoot told me one thing.... well maybe 2.... Number one..... I HAVE TO HAVE A MAC...... and Number 2..... I'm actually a pretty handsome guy after all(even wen drunk. lol)

Hmmmm........

Atlanta!

Sooooo on the 13th of January I make my grand return to the ATL. IDK y i call it grand cuz clearly... Hmmph! sooo as you all know I'm a fashion major attending the Beautiful Clark Atlanta University.... and tho I ABSOLUTELY LOVEEE my school.... I have an issue.... My issue arises in the fashion department... yes, you heard me right.... the "Fashion" Department. we have approx. 2 fashion teachers... who i won't name [directly]. The 1st teacher is basically the head honcho... she runs all the design courses and been in the "fashion game" so long... that she hasnt realized... that shit changes.... but my issue isnt with her, after all she's just an older woman stuck in her ways.... My issue is with the other teacher.... she teaches every class that i have to take.... it's my belief that she doesnt like me and her name basically mean Bar of Fat translated from english to english....

Sooo where do i start in the description of my lovely fashionista teacha?! well lets start from the head down.... from the start her hair was wretched... the definition of beady bee laid behind her head as she tried to pull what was suppossed to be a short cut into a store bought synthetic bun... from there it progressed from stiff weaves... tangled pony tails and of course the worst of them all her own under permed, under trimmed natural hair.... to move on to her clothes, my gu'l (girl) wears shit that just stupid.... long stretch white shirt with a stupid ass fish on it.... Goucho fuckin pants..... and ANYTHING she can find hidden in the piles of clothes provided by her local salvation army and lestttttttttttt not forget Kmart, Walmart, and ROSS....... to move down to footwear..... matter fact.... lets leave it at this.... CHAMPION(payless).... why pay more when you could look like a whole lot less. now the shade about this teacher is she's clueless.... unorganized... and put herself on a pedistal...... and the worst of it all is she gave me a muthafucking D in Retail Mathmatics..... Hmmph!.... Sooo of course i didnt make it to every class... on time... or at all(I missed 4 classes)... but we spoke.... her words to me? "just make sure you hand in all the rest of the work and come to all the rest of the classes and you'll pass"...

well sweety! Iwoke up XTRA EARLY to make it to the rest of those classes.... I busted my ASS to finish the assignments.... and yet stilll....YET STILL!!!!! I am the proud recipient of a D in retail Mathmatics...... see the thing is... i want to go off... and continue to read this..... Lady..... but i can't because the day that i graduate.... I'm gonna walk away knowing that a person who knows NOTHING about fashion BESIDES what she reads in books and magazines is the reason my education was prolonged..... and everyday that i walk in that class room I can look at her and say about myself and peers that WE ARE the FUTURE of FASHION.... and she's just a cluelessy clad instructor. GET YOUR LIFE. =-)

*sigh*

that took ALOT out of me....

I'll be back......

Til next time....

Randy Cash.

Tattoos and Friendship.

Friends. How many of us have them?.... personally i have plenty....

(That's Matthew and I on the train)

I met Matthew a long time ago... I was 14... BROWSING Blackplanet... and he hit me up. Granted I had to stop talking to him at some random point between 14 and 16 but by the time i was 18 he was my confidant, my supporter.... and for lack of better term.... My Gay Father.

now as an adult I've become mature enough to come to my own conclusions about the things that are going on in my life as well as being able to deal with relationships and situations through my own life experiences..... Matt doesnt understand... he wants to protect me.... he wants to tell me what i'm doing wrong and what i need to do to fix it.... so today as we were talking he starts lecturing me on "some point I have to realize I'm gonna have to work if I want money"...EXCUSE ME??... thats was the 1st straw... then he started going on me for my spending habit.... I went off... never once have i ever missed my rent because i spent too much on WHATEVER IT IS that I spend my money on!.... as a matter of fact.... my rent is PAID for December and January!..... but in my angry stupor i realized..... he still thinks I'm a lil boy... he still thinks i'm inexperience and need him to tell me what my next move is.... and after a long...... drawn out talk.... he realized...... well atleast i THINK he did...... PAY IT......

My Next Tattoo

Now clearly i won't go and tattoo my whole face into a skull.... I'm just not that eclectic... but i am considering my next 1..... theres a Brazilan Model named Miro Moreiro... I first noticed him when i walked into Armani Exchange in Soho... There was a HUGE Advertisement of him with his jeans LOW showing off his tattoo on his butt......Not only is he gorgeous but his Tattoo is the BOMB..... now i know i'm not white but I'd love to have a tattoo like it....

(here's a look at Miro's Tatt.... its the best pic i could find)

now even thought i'd love to bite Miro's tattoo (probably in Black and Grey scale) it wold probably cost me allll the money in the world.... so i have a few other ideas.....

Of course I have to have MY name some where on me.... just because my obssession with my self wouldnt be complete without one.....

but for some reason i wanna be tatted up... like randomly... just things that i love... or have loved... in random spots.... just as random as my personality... after all you only live once....

there's only one tattoo that i'll have to get and its in memory of my Great Grandmother... she was one of the greatest influences on my life and truely appreciate it....

hmmm..... i Can't wait to get back to ATL so i can get tatted the fuck up...... lol

but peep my tattoo game... as light weight as it may be.....

got my mom's name on my wrist.....

AND... some stars on my stomach......

So before I end this post... i have to give a shout out to the special lady in my life.... you guys know here from my earlier post.... I call her DeeDee.... but her new nickname is "Slim"

I know what you're thinking.... i coulda sworn this nigga is was "How You Dzoin'", "Bootz", etc. etc... but this isnt a Peggy Scott Adams "Bill" situtation (if you dont know that song... i have no words for you... lmao.... heres the link...http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zfvqUiuIIq4) she's my ride or die... she holds me down... and God knows where i'd be this break without DeeDee... she's a shoulder to cry on... she put me in my place.... i give her attitude.... and at the end of the day.... we're gonna be good.... cuz we both too ghetto too ever not be friends.... lmao sike nah... but DeeDee... if and when you see this know that you're my boo... I love you... and if u need me my number is....... IN YOUR MUTHAF**KIN' FONE!!! =)

Christmas Inspiration.

Life lately has been a clash of emotions..... but HEY what else is new??

yesterday was Christmas.... what a joyous Holiday right??... i guess....

I REMEMBER... way back wen Christmas was something that i waited all year for... shopping for a trees.... trying my hardest to go to sleep so i can wake up and see what santa bought me.... and big gift.... TV's... Video Game Sytems.... clothes... shoes... underwear... and of course... HELLA TOYS!!!.... but now in adulthood... Christmas isnt the same... last year i realized it wouldnt be the same when i got Clinique Facial Cleansers for christmas and a cologne that is still completely full 1 WHOLE year later... the shade wasnt that i hated my gifts... cuz i didn't... on any other day i would have been a willing recipient of these things to better my appearance and ....scent??... but on christmas... as my brothers opened up there clothes, dvds and random trinkets.... i was str8 up jealous and didnt even wanna be in the State anymore...... A year has gone by.... and I've done alot of growing up.... i put it in my head that i wasnt getting ANYTHING for Christmas... so that even if I got HUG i'd be satisfied because that was more than was expected.... more than anyone could expect in a recession... lol.... therefore i came out on top! My mom got me a Ralph Lauren Polo robe(Ralph Lauren is currently my favorite label..... theres barely a day that goes by that i'm not clad in something by RL....) AND a subscription to my FAVORITE men's Fashion Magazine.... Gentlemen's Quarterly Better Known as GQ.... later on i the day, i got a fab scarf and $50 gift card to H&M (one of the spots I always end up at for random things... underwear, accessories, sweaters etc. etc.) from my secret santa.... my fabulous cousin Kina.......

That's Kina... =)

Now Christmas was cool... even after I wanted to fight my brother... lmao... what was the arguement about?? idk.... but i was already making myself mad at him before he even told me to pick my shit up in his room....

See, I'm the oldest.... and i do for my brothers as much as i can... but sometimes i get the feeling that they bond to each other more because of their similarities.... they play sports... down to play video games and generally share similar interest and they grew up in this neighborhood so they have all the same friends.... fine.... I was jealous... The Reason? Aaron Bought Kyle the same sneakers as him... they both wore them with their argyle sweaters and took pictures of their lil matchin' ensembles.... GRANTED.... I dont have the desire to wear "Pippens" but the fact that he thought it was cool for him and kyle to have the same kicks kinda made me jealous... maybe just cause I thought i was an equal part off this "brotherhood"... after all without me who knows where they'd be....

<<< The Pippens<<<<

on another less jealous note I've complied a list... i like to call it... Randy's impossibly impossible christmas list... just because i know that i'll prolly never get these things.... or atleast no time soon... here we go...

1. Black Burberry trench(Featured in GQ).... it's sleek, sexy and elegant.... I live. $1,195

2. Red Gucci Cardigan(Another item featured in Dec. 2008 issue of GQ) $965

3. Marc Jacobs Cashmere Skully(perferably in black or navy)... my obsession with cashmere has yet to be satisfied $495

4.Ralph Lauren Men's Brickston Riding Boot. Who said guys couldn't wear riding boots?$1,099.95

5. Meeting the 'DIVA' herself... Mrs. Carter.... BKA Beyonce.

Thanks Bimbo for the pic....=)

Til the Urge comes over me again. Deuces!