You see the picture above? That homely lookin chick on the right is January Gessert a waitress at Sagebrush Cantina, a sports bar in Calabasas, California. Reggie Bush prepare to get a big fat ol' C'MONSON FUCK OUTTA HERE WIT THAT BULLSHIT from Mr. Ed Lover when catches wind of this (I linked Ed's page so if you haven't caught the reference to the phenomena you can now hop on). You dropped Kim Kardashian, because of this homely lookin skeezer?! This pic was taken the day before Reggie broke up with Kim via text. Dawg, I know Kim is nearing 30 and you're riding a hot wave right now but why some female who has the same name as the first month of the year? Is you tryna follow in Tiger's footsteps and hook-up with as many mediocre to ugly chicks as possible? Anyway this pic was snapped around 7am Friday March 19th, as Reggie walked to her car after a night of partying with him and her co-worker (guess she had to go to work judging by the apron in her hand). Reggie Bush, just... just... #dobetter smh!

For everyone that doesn't know there is a new Hip-Hop super escort out there and her name is Kat Stacks. She's pictured above in a glamorous pose for her upcoming novel. I hyperlinked her blog to her name so you can read her posts and watch her videos and hopefully be as entertained as I was. If you're lazy and don't wanna roll over to it here's the background. So chick's from down in the 305 MIA area, and she's essentially an escort for hire. She's had a few problems with her baby daddy and abuse and rape and various other truamatizing situations yet she's pulled her act together to turn into the sex vixen that she is. According to her she's been with Aaron Carter, Nelly, Young Berg, Bow Wow, and the entire line-up of Young Money just to name a few. She claims what most chicks say when they got a problem with somebody in "Niggas ain't shit" and puts a number of these dudes down on their "size." Anyway after these allegations and her so-called "exposure" of these niggas, she claims that they paid Joe Budden to hack her twitter account and Jae Millz was her first friend on the hacked acount. In her retalition she threw out all these dude's phone numbers online, so guess who's gettin spammed?! Anyway they still beefin' via, the ultimate place to air out dirty laundry, twitter (you can follow me by clicking on the bird!). Anyway the story hasn't developed anymore yet but be on the look her for movies and books which are slated to drop sometime soon.

Does anyone remember when the kids choice awards was geared for.. KIDS?! I do, but the Princess of Pop herself Rihanna has taken Nickelodeon to a much more mature level. Now she may have hit the red carpet (excuse me orange in Nick's case) in a, as the YBF put it, school girl inspired cutesy look with Christian Dior sheer ankle socks and some beige Brian Atwood pumps. This little girl outfit was soon shed for a typical Rihanna sexy stunna-fit and performed a melody that started with a Jeezy-less version of "Hard" ended with a played out "Please Don't Stop the Music" but had a taste of "Rude Boy" in the middle with my two favorite robots. Now you remember those robots that skeeted on her on tour, well they didn't go that far here on Nickelodeon but Rih Rih did her hit single anyway. Yeah, yeah, they keep saying "it was edited" but she changed "can you get it up" to "is my love enough" but that don't make the song any more clean. The next line being are you big enough, then telling the audience to "take it" was way to TV-14 for those kids. I would've expected this from BET but not Nickelodeon. Granted I'm a down ass Rihanna fan, and I actually liked the Rude Boy video (did you see her in the stripes on the Zebra!) but I think Nickelodeon viewers just "weren't big enough" nor could they "take it."

Yes the rumors are true, Kim Kardashian has split with superstar back-up athlete Reggie Bush. The reported that their split was a "mutual" decision and not one pretty person kicking another pretty person to the curb. Kim's been chillin' down in MIA with her sisters filming that show with all the people aren't really famous for anything except their deceased father (Robert) being OJ's lawyer, their new father Bruce Jenner having a some kinda gold metal, a mother (Kris) who posed nude, and a middle sister (the beauty with a booty above) making a sex tape with Ray J. While Kim was tearing up SOBE, Reggie was up in NYC tearing up the club scene like the professional athlete he is. Reggie's Saints won the super bowl in an upset win over the Indianapolis Colts, which marked the Saints' first super bowl victory ever as well as the last time Reggie & Kim were together (with the exception of that Costa Rican vaction, but you know how it goes).

Anyway Reggie's brother confirmed the break-up via twitter (and well all know how serious twitter is). Reggie was also seen recently fleeing one of those high class NYC boutiques with a female not named "Kim Kardashian" when he was spotted by the paparazzi. They asked him where Kim was, he ain't know. Then they asked about his relationship status and he said that's enough questions (I mean really, go check facebook gaiz)!

Kim has been rumored to be dating some rich soccer player now, and no he's not "one of us" in case you were wondering, which grows to conflict with the age old saying "Once you go black you never go back!" She must have not have slept with him yet, either that or Reggie wasn't very impressive but if he was, this dude's got to have some pretty deep pockets.

Yeah Lauren London, she bad and all that, but now to the knowledge. I have started to realize from the various events that have occurred in last 30 hours coupled with those that have been continuing a trend for just over two weeks now that niggas just don't know. What I mean by this is that so many people today believe in something or fight for something just because someone else tells them to do so, and not because it is something that they actually believe in. This holds very true in the system of commradery for the black race, and YEAH I said it. It's this mob-like animalisitic behavior and mentality that perputate the world's negative view upon the black race.

I'm not saying that this is the sole cause of these slanted views towards "black folks" but it does play a large role in the situation. If you're still wondering what I mean by commradery system here's an example:
You say something to my friend that is derrogatory or disrepsectful. Now because I am told by so-called friends that we must stand-up for one another, I am expected to dislike said person just because my friend or comrade does not like them. I contribute to the "getting even" or "teach this nigga a lesson" idea behind the matter, without knowing every detail, and I may even lead the charge in revenge attempts.

In the case of the example above what I call "sticking up for my friend" and being a quote un-quote Real Nigga, is simply uncalled for. As much as we like to think and try to help out our friends, the only person that can look out for you is you. You have to fight your own battles, and believe in what you choose not just what is expected. What if, in the case of the above scenario, I got seriously injured just for sticking up for my friend. Because I put my head in the line of fire by fighting a battle that I did not need to fight. Because I believed in my nigga instead of in myself.

Now if you yourself believe in fighting for your friends, or joining your friends in fights that don't concern you, then, as ignorant of a mentality it may be in opinion, are very well in your own right able to do so. This may make you feel good, but who really wins in the situation. You continuously increase your chances of harm to yourself by fighting for others and could possibly lose your life. Your friend grows to rely on always having someone there to help him fight his battles, and the person being terrorized by you all will eventually be pushed to the limit of doing something drastic in response to the situation. In my honest opinion the risks are not worth the fight, but hey niggas do it anyway. We fight in groups envious of one another never wanting let each other succeed. It's a sad reality to face, but what can we do about it? A nigga is, as a nigga does.

Apparently Mr. O Lets Do It himself is now incarcerated much like his fellow 1017 Brick Squad member Gucci Mane. Juaquin James Malphurs (yeah that's his government!) was arrested for get this: violating his parole by leaving the state. Apparently Flocka was arrested in the past for possession of a sawed off shotgun. Flames violated his parole when he left the state. It's weird that he's blown up so quickly yet no one noticed that he'd left the state. I remember seeing him on BET back in October, yet he just got caught her in March. Anyway Waka will be held without bail at the Houston County Jail in a few weeks. Fortunately for him his song "O Lets Do It" is moving up the charts rather quickly. Anyway I hate to say that I have taken a break from the beautiful models associated with my blog to post this meme generator of some dumb nigga, but his ignorant lyrics amuses me, hence my support.

So first day back from Spring Break was just like I thought it would. Pretty laid back with not much going on. The floors in Lenoir were buffed which made them look wet, and many people thought that. I ate lunch as usual with various members of FEBMN and some associates. This morning I woke up early to go tutor at Grey Culbreth because I had to make a day. I thought they were out for a snow day, but they weren't so I just fucked up. Anyway tutored helped some little multiply and learn science then changed so back to lunch. We talked about random shit like always. I went to class, did my work, and now to where I'm at now. So I was walking through the pit, I see this one nigga, and knows he's associated with another nigga that wants to fight me, so I assume he's there and may have been. As I was walking through the pit with my Ipod bumping some calming music, I hear so niggardly calls of "Ayo Vic" "thevipstation" "Vic Perry" and probably some derogatory comments. I continue to walk through the Student Union ignoring them. The problem is that I don't know if it was them or not. I am going to assume because usually my ears don't fail me when it comes to my name. But here in arises a problem I've had sense dude started beefin' with me. The reason the ordeal started was because I called 3 dudes swagger jackers over twitter when I was tipsy. Granted alcohol is not an excuse for any action, I have been recently informed that these three individuals are his friends. He saw my tweet and proceed to attack my character/persona via twitter. Now I'm gonna let you all think about this for a second. Now you may be like me and think: "Really? Swagger Jacker is that big of derogatory comment?" or you could be like some people and ask "WTF is a Swagger Jacker?" But most of you will probably harness your inner negro and say "Nigga called him out, you must pay what you owe!" Regardless dude kept going in on me trying to make a trending topic on twitter calling me everything under the sun from "Vin Diesel look-a-like" to "swaggless monkey" to even the ever so popular "homo." I have conversed with various mutual affiliates in said unknown beef (because we don't know each other) and all of them insisted on being the bigger man, and just let him huff and puff until he gets tired, and mind moves on to other things.

I feel that the niggerish instigators are the main problem here. With his ego being backed by those who don't even know the situation, but just want to see a fight ensue because they have nothing better to do with their lives. Though the words of wisdom from my friends and the little "O:)"(that's an angel in facebook chat, without the parentheses of course) on my shoulder are telling me to be more mature than a 20 year old grown man, the inner nigga in me is quoting Charlie Murphy in that Dave Chappelle skit "Yo let's stomp this muthafucka out right now!" After careful consideration I have chosen to go with my friends because taking good advice and being intimidated my the ignorant is much better where I'm at than it would be serving time in the pen. Really think about this, because I'm about to something I rarely do and drop some words of knowledge on y'all. If we do "fight" then what? One of us wins, one of loses so what? Neither of us is going to live it down. He loses, he probably comes back again with more friends, tries to jump me, gets a weapon, seriously threatens my life or something to that degree. If I lose, then I'm turning this mug into VA Tech all over again. So you can clearly see this shit isn't worth it. I've chosen to squash shit, because I've never said anything to dude in the first place, and he's chosen to do whatever. I do ask for your input as readers if you have a stance on the subject. Any feedback is welcome regardless of fucking stupid some people are going to be in their posts.

So I figured I could give the blogosphere another post to read up on, so here's my week!
Monday
I was so fucking lazy! I woke up at like 10am and played XBOX360 til dark. My system and I got some quality time together, having fun with NBA2k10. I continued my little "my player" mode which is where you make a person and try and make it in the league. Don't try and front either thinking I made a superstar athlete, but no, my nigga suck and he gotta guard good ass people. How the fuck is a 45 overall point guard supposed to defend fucking Derick Rose and Chris Paul. Shit's redic, but still pretty fun. I headed out to the Target strip mall of Wilson, which is really just target and a bunch of random ass stores to search for some fresh kicks, but ain't find no good ones in my size (13 is apparently the most sold-out-of size next to 12). Anyway don't buy anything go home, and watch some TV, crank up that Facebook Chat and go to sleep.

Tuesday
I woke and did some shit that I don't remember but I hope it was legal. No, I'm sure it was legal. I head out at like close to sun down to get some Taco Bell, and buy some hoodies cause that's how I do it. I bought an orange one and a white one then went back home. I changed clothes and hit up the Western Sizzler for diner with the Parentals. It was the first time I'd went out to diner with parents in quite a while so it was like long overdue. We talked about the same stuff we always talk about college. We get home they watch American Idol and some other stuff. I follow up with some facebook chat and TV as usual as I fall asleep watching "short circuit."

Orangeday
I wake up at like 10am and finish watching "Short Circuit." I follow that up with "Little Shop of Horrors," from which I realize that "Family Guy" ripped the scene where Herbert dreams about a family with him and Chris. After some moviedom and facebook chat I crank up that new outfit I planned yeah that's right Orange hoodie, LRG shorts w/ orange accents, and some Orange+yellow+gray ice creams, I was swaggin on the world! I hit up Bojangles for lunch, good shit! While there I saw some girl who I used to not really "stalk" but pay a lot of attention to. She had no fucking idea who I was?! How do you give someone a rose after their dance recital look them in the eye, take it, and not know who the hell I am? You have been annexed from my list of dimes. I didn't let this damper my day, so I hit up Rocky Mount later and chilled with AJ. We made fun of some pedophile who I'm sure was about to have sex with an underaged girl behind the video game store, but whatever. Went to Burger King b/c i was inspired by a facebook chattee the previous night and coped a whopper combo & a double cheese burger. Some dude rolled in lookin like OJ Da Juiceman! We lol'd. Anyway we left BK and hit up David's house. He wasn't home but his family was including his fighting turtles, 1 fun loving dog, and 1 fucking crazy dog. David came home with wrist he hurt in a basketball game. We shot the shit till about 2:30am with David downing a few beers after his parents went to sleep. As I left I saw a cop, and realized that there was a fucking horror movie fog outside. I start driving home but took the wrong road, and ended up driving in that shit for like an hour. Nashville is 20min from Wilson, it took me 55min to get home problem? YEP! I somehow managed to navigate my way through it after quite a number of scares. My GPS gave me that "Your Fucked" message once again when I tried it so I'm bout to scrap that shit. I made it home, facebook chatted whoever was online and went to sleep.

Thursday
So I woke up at like 12:30pm then head to the Roc City around 3;30 b/c we were gonna hit up G-Ville. I get to Damien's house, he drives me to Game On where the fucking pedophiles lurk (yeah same place from the night before). We pick up AJ and some crack head lookin nigga named Sheldon there. We head to G-Ville, buggin out random people and traffic then get to G-Ville. We eat at some Mexican restaurant with some dank ass food, I mean shit was GOOD! We hit up some place called Mind Games, chill for a min, none of us top, but Damien does make about $120 cash from some random Asian brothers. We leave there and head to cookout in that same fucking Return from the Living Dead fog form the night before. We make it back to Rocky Mount and eat Cook-Out. Then head back to Damien's for a min, before I romp back to the Wide-A-Wake. I facebook chat and TV till I dose-off.

Friday
I wake up and watch TV like everyday. I chill out and make a mix CD on itunes. I get dressed for a good night b/c I had that Black Eyed Peas song in my head earlier. I head to food lion to cash in some change get $15, steal some cash from candy I was selling like 2 years ago but never turned in yet I'm pretty sure they charged me for it at some point in high school. I go to the barber shop and wait 2hrs for a 10min edge up. I was bout to get my "legal" homie to cop me some live potion for when I head back to the Hill, yet he had to go to dinner before I left the barber shop. I head out to US Cellular afterwards to check on my contract, but the upitty negro working there informs me that my mother has to be there with a valid drivers license because she's the only one listed on the account. I had to wait like 20min for my mom to head out there and find out that I still got 16 days left... FUCK! I leave head to the mall for some quick shopping waiting on my text replies from people that never came. Then go to blockbuster and drop my phone in a puddle trying to converse with some guy who only speaks Spanish but needed money to get back to Greenville because his car was out of gas. I felt bad and gave him $6 of my stolen money because it was stolen or maybe not stolen idk. I rent precious go buy a Chocolate Xtreme blizzard from DQ cause its Xtreme, I'm extreme seems like good fucking combination. Head off on home to watch Precious and rice down my phone b/c that's what my facebook friends told me to do. Then I facebook chatted again and didn't do shit.

Saturday
Hasn't been here long, so I just typed a blog post and here I am!

So I had planned on updating my blog like everyday of spring break, remember what I said in my last post, yeah about that... it's almost 9 on Friday night so that ish didn't work out. So I'll just tell eveyrone about my break since I got out. So my pops (I don't even use that term but for the sake of typing I said it) picked me up after my Thursday night out. I slept about 4 hours before waking up to a text asking for a ride home. We drive back to Wilson Friday afternoon as I skipped all my classes which isn't good for anyone in my circumstances. I chill at home for a min unpack a big bag to pack a little bag, add some new tracks to my ipod, and head off to G-boro to deal with a work conference. I drive to G-Boro gps on my Rumor works fine all the way there, miss 1 turn 1 block from the Hotel and I catch that "your fucked" message, but your's might say "GPS cannot locate signal." To add insult to injury my phone died I stopped to charge it outside a gas station and had boss come pick me up. I get found by my boss & co-workers and we head to Carabas for diner. There's a basketball team there, my boss thought it was Maryland, but obviously they weren't talk enough or black enough (no racism intended but there was only 2 black players and no grevais vasquez). Any way hook up w/ a friend from the HIll and go see Alice In Wonderland. My favorite part was the fuderwhacking it went straight HAMsandwich out that mug. We then rode around downtown Greensboro and went to Cook-Out before I dropped her off at her house. Initially finding the house was fucking hard because my GPS was not working so I kept turning around turning a 10min dirve into a 30min drive, but that was getting there. With her navigating it was easy to get back to her house. My hotel was a different story but I made it by like 3:30. After some nigger conversation with my homie AJ i went to sleep around 4:00 and woke up at 5:30 to work.

After a long boring ass event we headed out to Hooters for diner. They guy I was following thought "Victor knows where he's going in a foreign city." I miss the exit and end up driving around downtown G-Boro again only this time semi-lost with AJ & Richard on the car. Richard feel asleep mid-sentence and AJ & I just kept tryna stunt. We found Hooters (eventually) and grubbed. We got the oldest waitress in the building. There was this fine ass, excuse me very attractive, waitress working there. I spent the majority of my meal plotting on how to get her attention only to realize that she works at Hooters so she's probably heard every line in the book and had to deal with every man she's seen tryna get at her all night. Anyway I ain't get at her. We all talked about some random shit at diner like commercials and clowned some niggas that won't there. The non tar heels among our dinner table tried to call some girls at the bar sluts, but they was just dressed up to go out clubbing so I set them clowns strait. It was pretty late at the time so I called my boss back hoping that he'd have our room still available after we told him we might go home that night. He'd just cancelled the room 15min before I called him so we had to head back on 1.5 hours of sleep with me driving. This also curb stomped my other nightly plans with the rest of Greensboro but whatever. I filled up at a shell station giving a homeless beggar the cold shouldered stone faced don't fucking ask me body sign. So he didn't fucking ask me! I head back to Wilson stopping at another gas station for one of my occupants to potty. We resume the road trip only now everybody's drowsy. That drive was very difficult. I feel asleep going 100mph only to wake up to a cop car in front of me so hit the breaks real hard, Richard didn't move, AJ decided to stay awake for the rest of the trip. I stopped in Chapel Hill at yes my 3rd gas station, for a Purple AMP. I thought yeah this'll get me back in 1 piece. AJ put in the "Ham Season" Mixtape by Troop41 who made the John Wall song. SN: I met that group when they appeared on UNC's STV, when I thought I was gonna be on TV but I didn't do music so they wouldn't let me be on the show, yet I sat through the entire live taping. Back to the original story the mixtape didn't even have the "John Wall" track on it, kinda wack shit is that, but it was just meh. They did rap on the Ron Browz - $20 beat which was hilarious. I guess that AMP was old because it didn't help much and I began to zone out once again at 100mph only to realize that my cruise was stuck forcing me to come up behind some car day dreaming and come back to reality as AJ yelled "Ayo Vic, Car car car!" I dodged that ish and kept on trucking. I made it make to Wilson waking Richard up in his drive to his response of "I need to go to the mall." i just lol'd because I actually do lol in real life not just online but he was serious because that's where he'd parked his car. I drive him to his car then drive back to my house. Me and AJ crash there and wake up in the middle of the day on Sunday completely sleeping through breakfast. That night I drove AJ back to Rocky Mount where his car was, and we just chilled at our homie Damien's house. We did some nigga shit while we was there, then I just headed back to Wide-A-Wake to start the second phase of my spring break. I had the week to look forward to. I'll get to the week days in my next post.

With all the request I decided to update my blog again. I'm starting to realize that without constant updates, how am I going to increase my followers. So if you read this please follow, then your friends to follow, and have them tell their friends to follow, and this whole blog can just snowball into a bigger focal point that Waka Flocka's career (shout outs to the man himself, Mr. O Let's Do It is blowin up around the country)! So shit what to talk about...........................................

Ok College ish it is then!
So Saturday before last I was kidnapped and taken to a bomb ass house party. Most people keep saying "it's not kidnapping if you went willingly", but I say it was and this is my blog I was commanded to get into the car, so I was kidnapped imo (in my opinion). While at this party I some great experiences. I met a bunch of new people and had about 3 cups of some dank ass PJ which put exactly where I needed to be if you know what I'm saying. Numerous females dropped that "daddy u cute" line on me, but they won't tryna do nothin' so I won't wit it (The grammar in this last sentence is intended to be that bad). Let me tell you if you didn't already know drunk people are funny as shit. I feel like I lol'd for about 2 straight hours. Between cup 2 and 3 I started reaching that "tryna fuck?" mode. So I dropped a few jokes, had chicks rollin and grabbin on my balls. I was quite disappointed that the three crotch grabs I received didn't go past that, but "On to the NEXT ONE!" The next opportunity that is. Anyway in typical fashion, cops came and shutdown the party causing the contents of the house to empty down the staircase and 50 drunk people running down a staircase is some funny shit, let me tell ya!

After this I walked to [B]Ski's left my coat in my kidnapper's car, where it still is, and proceeded to stay in "Tryna Fuck?" mode. I failed at my conquest yet again, along they way demonstrating my oral sex abilites on my food in, only to stain my 501's with hot sauce don't ask me how? I do remember throwing away my half eaten fries because they got cold, needed salt, and I couldn't use them for my demonstration. I think I drank some lemonade while I was there. It wasn't good, as a matter of fact, I think it gave me the bubble guts so damn you lemonade! Anyway I catch the bus back to O-Ville (Odum Village, not Orgasm Village as I'm sure you all were thinking). On the bus I remember being quite witty. I think I described my alcoholic state as a Drake Mixtape or "So Far Gone." Somehow I managed to seduce a female into sitting on my lap, yet she refused to say goodbye to me! I think I blew in her ear... no I'm 100% sure I blew in her ear and caressed her arm. I probably wouldn't have said goodbye to me either, but she had laid hands on my nuts earlier so I was justified in my actions.

The bus reached what I thought was my stop, but it wasn't so I hoped off and went into my friend's building. I remember trying to fly, outstretching my arms and sprinting down the pathway to the dormitory. A kind sameritin let me in the building and I went to talk to my homies. They were asleep and I said some ruthless comment to the groggy one brave enough to open the door I was banging on. I then stumbled down the hallway and faced one of the most difficult challenges of my life. A spiral staircase vs. A Pretty Intoxicated VIP. I conquered that bitch like a champ! Then walked back to my dorm drunk dialing people. As I was drunk dailing and drunk walking (a double foul) I managed to stop at a crosswalk refusing to J-Walk and trying to appear sober to the cop driving by me. I put on that Victor Ivan Perry (yeah that's my government don't wear it out) Emotionless Stare Down, and he learned his place and drove the fuck off when his light turned green. I walked the rest of the way back to my room continuing to drunk dial my most recent contacts including hanging up on 1 person when they had to potty ( I ain't got time to wait on you to use the bathroom). I called back said ball grabbers 1 of which refusing to answer the other having a random conversation with me. I blew up the bathroom in my apartment and went to sleep.

I woke up at like 10 the next morning giving me only 5 hours of sleep, and still couldn't make my roomate's 1:00 performance because I was still tipsy. I felt bad for my roomate, but I know he curb stomped his performance. Now I sit here a week later telling you of my conquests. Who'd've thought a night that started with watching the "Hurt Locker" (yeah it kicked chests in at the Oscars cause it's a good fucking movie!) and merely going back to my room to change clothes to try and bogard my way into a frat party to which I wasn't invited, would end with me shitting and dailing drunk.
Pros to my night: Getting kidnapped by a guy who when he stopped the car 2 girls ran out screaming, getting my cohones felt up on, and Chapel Mutha' Fuckin' Hill for being so live!
Cons to the night: my coat is still in my kidnapper's car, not getting any play play from the lay-days, and Chapel Mutha' Fuckin' Hill for not letting my niggas roll up to the party with me.