I'll be gaming in nyc tomorrow during the day if you are interested

Hey man, thanks for the reply and the offer. Unfortunately I bounced out of NYC a few days ago. I just got to Florida. I'll be in NY again soon in the future, if that's where you're at.

Wednesday, June 18, 2014
What's up, you fucking homeboys?! I wokesded da FUCK up 'round 1 in da aftanoon, pFAc all cuddling me an' shit. We in New Jersey an' shit. We got ready and bounced out of our hotel in Secaucus to check out the City. I've missed New York. It's been a year since I was last here.

We drove to Coney Island. Both of us had never been there. Coney Island is, well, Coney Island. Definitely not the beaches back in Cali. Flat as fuck and nasty-ass project-looking buildings in the background. It was a weird experience. I'm used to beaches with nice-ass beachfront properties overlooking jutting cliffs and normal people populating them. Here, all we saw, were the New Yorkers who frequent their humid-ass Coney Island in the summer. Accents, attitudes, and aggression. Not the laid-back style people out-West are accustomed to.

After Coney Island and nearly having a car accident, we drove around Manhattan. I wanted to check out Harlem because I had never been there. Shit's not even bad at all. God, especially after coming from Detroit. Yeah, Harlem's a normal fucking neighborhood.

We went to Central Park. Then we passed back through Times Square, got out, and went walking. The touristy fucking shit. I don't like Times Square. I've been there a billion times. I wanted to get the fuck away from pFAc and game the shit out of the Lower East Side, but she wanted to scope that shit. She's only been to New York once so she's new to all that. We got a tasy-ass gyro. Yummmmmm. pFAc wouldn't eat the lamb, got that fake-ass chicken gyro. Then we peaced, went back to our meter near Grand Central, hit up Cake Boss Cafe, got some cannoli, went back to our hotel, drank the fuck out of our youth, had anal sex, cuddled, and slept the fuck out. Chill-ass day.

Overall day: checked out NYC. It felt good to be back, though I do find myself missing the West Coast. The WC is just so much more "normal" to me since I'm from the Western part of the country. I've been on this trip for a while. I somewhat missed Girl I Used to Be In a Club With today, only because I felt like I was truly myself with her. I made fun of her, we talked bullshit, I goofed off, I was the cocky bastard I naturally am at heart. I can do all these things with pFAc, but it's different. We're much more on the "affectionate" level of interaction. I'm not really into that, but I plays the part. If I said shit to pFAc the way I did to Girl I Used to Be In a Club With, pFAc would probably get her feelings hurt. She's such a shy girl. She likes to read. She has hardly any friends. She has this wild, crazy, naturally-curly hair (that looks cute as fuck on her, I must add). And she does cocaine in the middle of the street on a Saturday night in one of the cities with the best nightlife I've ever seen. Oh, pFAc, why did you have to do coke? Oh, pFAc, why did you have to be destined to smallness?

I fucked the shit out of pFAc today, cuddled her, and fell asleep. We're leaving NY/NJ tomorrow for Philly and D.C.

Thursday, June 19, 2014
What the fuck! We woke up 20 minutes before checkout time. I slept with my contacts in for like the 10th day in a row. Gahhhhhhhhhh! My right eye was red as fuck, aching and shit, running the risk of blindness. Be gaming ugly girls forever afterward.

I tooks dhem bitches out and didn't attempt to pop in the new ones 'cause shit was too fresh. pFAc drove us to Philly. We had lunch at Pat's, pFAc all tripping over the cheese whiz an' shit. She ain't like "yellow cheese", her cute-ass say. Got that original, no cheese. We ate and had a conversation on those bumpy red seats for over an hour; then, when my ass hurt too much to continue, I told her we were gonna move the convo to my car parked across the street.

We got in my car--I was blind as fuck, mind you (I have -6 vision, if any of you guys get that)--and talked for over two-and-a-half-hours. We drew pictures together (I drew a fat-ass pig rendition of the fatass pig that Adele is, pFAc, giggling as fuck.) and wrote/drew with our left hands (we're both right-hand dominant). We talked for this long, me not even able to see six inches in front of my face, her cute-ass face blurry as fuck, her wishing more and more that I'll turn out to be everything she wants; which I will be, to fit the part is all. It was raining, and we were sitting right across from Pat's, lots of people walking by an' shit. You see how this shit done? You isolate not only physically, but mentally, emotionally, as well. You be the gangster. Make her see YOU, and no one/nothing else. You be the gangster.

After that long, we rolled out to D.C. She drove, obviously, because I was blind as fuck. We passed through Baltimore's bitchass and went straight to D.C., checked out the Lincoln Memorial. She'd never seen it before so she wanted to do all the touristy stuff again. I didn't mind. The Lincoln Memorial is cool as fuck, fucking mad powerful! Lincoln forever be watching over that Pool, Monument, and Capitol, clearly symbolic for watching over the United States in general.

We sat on the steps for a good 20 minutes, she reflecting, me looking at my fingernails because that's about all I could see. Then we bounced. She drove to some hotel in the Maryland suburbs of D.C. I was tripping as fuck during the ride. It was a lot of fun actually. If any of you guys reading happen to have incredibly terrible vision, trust me, take a long-ass cruise late-night without your contacts/glasses on. You'll trip out as fuck. It's like a firework going off every passing car. Police sirens turn green in the addition of red and blue, your fucked up visual field. It's a trip. Especially if you're in the forest. Back home, we ain't used to that shit. In a forest, all black, car lights blazing all around you--youse gon' be blind as fuck. Had me feeling lightheaded and dizzy the end that bitch.

We got to our hotel. I changed out my contacts. Wasn't as bad as I was expecting. Then we went to cop alcohol. We wanted mixed drinks--vodka and cranberry. I knew the alcohol laws got weird outside out-West. But goddamn, in Maryland, you can only buy hard liquor from a liquor store. TF?! We went to this liquor store (Everybody had to buy from the drive-through btw (Really cutting down on that drinking-and-driving, ain't you, Maryland?)) and copped a bottle of Smirnoff. Homeboy working that shit didn't even check my ID. So you can't buy alcohol at a grocery store because it prompts whatever, but it's cool to potentiate underage drinking. Total sense, brahs.

We went back to our hotel, drank the fuck out of that bottle. We went outside to smoke, and she started saying all this shit, "I don't think we should talk when we get back home." When I asked why, she said it was because she thinks she is going to fall in love with me if we continue to talk. Goddamn, pFAc, like you aren't already in love. She said that she's had her heart broken and that she knows the type of guy I am. Yeah, sure, you do, pFAc, because you've only dated the two homeboys you've fucked in the past who also happened to be mPUAs, working as future-mechanics and shit. I'm a fucking mPUA, bitch, don't you get it?! There is no comparison. There is no competition. Real PUAs be immune.

I played around with that dumb shit the whole time, able to tell I knew what the fuck I was doing. The game has taught me well, players. You stay in this shit long enough, it will teach you well as well. I know how to be aloof--more than that, I truly am aloof. I don't care about anything! Just one step to reaching the pinnacle. I took pFAc up, after her tripping, talking defensive bullshit that means nothing (Judge people--girls included--more by their actions, not their words.), and fucked the motherFUCKKKKKKKKKKK! out of her.

Overall day: was blind as fuck, went to some D.C. suburb in Maryland, got drunk, fucked pFAc. Gah, why couldn't Roosh have been in D.C. today?

Friday, June 20, 2014
Sup, cuz? I woke up in that Washington suburb close as fuck to checkout time again. We quickly packed our bags, didn't shower, and headed out. We went to look at the White House. It's one of my favorite sightseeing spots so far, I must say. I felt very cool to see it.

Then pFAc got a hot dog. I got a pretzel. We went to the Lincoln Memorial to eat. I put my hand in the Memorial Pool and shit. We chilled for a minute, then peaced out.

We made our way out of Washington. We had to stop to get the pill 'cause, I forgot to mention in yesterday's post, we went raw as fuck last night. Yeahhhhhhhhhh.

We peaced out and headed south. Got to the Hampton Roads area and posted up at a hotel in Suffolk, VA. Fucking Uncle Phil and shit. We got drunk off beer 'cause apparently it's hard as fuck to cop a bottle of vodka in VA. Then we fucked, raw again. pFAc took the pill afterward. We cuddled.

Overall day: bounced out of D.C., made it to Suffolk, VA, fucked pFAc, and cuddled her. Sorry, brahs, I know my FRs haven't been the flashiest lately. I'll be on the road about another week. I promise I'll game as fuck when I get back home. Stay tuned, brahs. This is the trip of a lifetime. All you lame-ass dudes reading, anonymous and shit, I keep sayin' it, cuzzos, get your fucking stupid asses out there and start living!

Love your posts, man, keep them coming.

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My Pick-Up Journal

Saturday, June 21, 2014
Hmmmmmmmm, it's been a few days since I've posted. I haven't had the most time to write in-depth FRs. Plus, there hasn't been any game to be had anyway, unless you consider banging the same chick (pFAc) nightly to be game. I'm sure none of you do.

It may seem like I've been out of the game for a minute, which I have, but weigh the shit out. Game random drunk sluts back home. Take an epic once-in-a-lifetime trip around the perimeter of the country. As all of my readers know, I side with epic.

Anyway, to summarize this mammoth of a trip on this particular day in particular, I woke up in Suffolk, VA. We got to see around the town as we drove out. It's a nice town actually. It was a cloudy day, and it was very quaint. We made our way out of VA and into NC territory. Not much in the change of scenery. pFAc got a speeding ticket from a cop who cut her slack big time. I was a little jealous. But the one I picked up back in ND wasn't bad either so I can't complain.

We made it through ND, pFAc driving the entire time 'cause I was hungover as fuck from the night before. We also crossed South Carolina and landed in Savannah, Georgia. I wanted to stay there because I had heard from a wing and other regular people that Savannah was a nice town and that the nightlife actually isn't bad. We bought beer and a bottle of V, then checked into a motel to party for the night. It was busted down though, motherfuckers partying harder than we were, loud as shit and fuck. I didn't have a problem with that though. I'm used to rowdy people. The trick is to get so drunk you're even rowdier than them. What ended our 30-minute stay in that dump though was when I went to move the refrigerator in front of the door that's shared between rooms (I'm always very cautious to avoid a break-in and shanking in the night). When I moved that nasty motherfucker, a swarm of baby roaches scattered across the carpet. pFAc screamed as I started laughing. I honestly would have stayed in that motherfucker. It takes a lot to really get to me. I'm a pretty gritty dude. But she insisted on getting a refund and leaving immediately so that's what we did.

We found three other motels in a suburb in South Carolina. They were all nasty as fuck, and I was certain on abandoning motels for good. Each one managed to have at least one dead roach, and we even found a curled up dead spider in one. Now that I can't hang with. Spiders are like my biggest fear btw. I know, pussy shit.

After that, we said fuck it. Time to splurge and get something upscale. pFAc is loaded btw. Oh, and she offers to pay for about everything. My god, if only she were taller.

I called everything upscale that Savannah has to offer (I should mention that I handle all phone calls on the trip because pFAc is so shy that she's afraid and anxious to talk on the phone. She gets cuter and fucking cuter every day I spend with her.), but everything was booked. The fuck is Savannah so popular? There's nothing even there.

It was pretty late (like 2 in the morning), and the next closest city on the route was Jacksonville, Florida about two hours south. pFAc copped coffee and I copped an energy drink (I've seriously been living off of them this whole trip). pFAc was down to drive the remainder so we got in my car and headed out. I didn't have high hopes for Jacksonville. The only thing I've really heard about the city is Fred Durst's "redneck fucker from Jacksonville" line. Because of that, I assumed the city would be redneck as hell. But hot damn, when we got there, we checked into this sick-ass hotel. It wasn't anything super upscale or anything, but it was so damn laidback, quiet, and quaint. Super clean, super modern. pFAc fell in love with it instantly. She paid for two nights. I had a paper to work on so we decided we'd sleep in in the morning and get work done when we woke.

We checked in, started partying to celebrate making it through the dump that is Savannah and landing in the nicest hotel either of us had ever stayed in, and fucked some goddamn passionate sex out in the comfy-ass clean bed. We've been having the best sex we've had together since being on this trip. VP been going hard like a motherfucker as usual.

It was a chill-ass night. It felt good to have made it to Florida, the gem of the South. The only good state there is in the South actually.

Overall day: drove from Virginia to Florida. Not much to look at during the drive. We copped a few albums back in North Carolina. Got mad cinematic to Kendrick's good kid, m.A.A.d. city. It's not pFAc's type of music, but even she had to admit the hype is well-warranted. He's pretty much the James Joyce of rap, the VP of rap. Checked into a bomb-ass hotel. Fucked pFAc.

Sunday, June 22, 2014
Wassup, playas? VP finally got a minute to catch up on his FRs. I'm posting these on the morning of Friday, June 27th, about 2:30 a.m. Fuxx it. I've done made it through Miami for three days and to Orlando. Any players in Orlando, hit me up before I leave this afternoon (the 27th).

Anyway, to catch up on Sunday--well, what happened? We woke up mad late, like 2 in the afternoon. Felt mad good having been able to sleep in and shit. We fucked before we got out of bed. Some good shit.

Then we got up and decided to get breakfast. We ended up going to a nice-ass restaurant. We ate a bomb-ass fucking FEAST and pFAc covered the bill. Gahhhhhhhh, I love this girl. I'm gonna catch shit from Enso and Guru for writing that, but fuck it, Enso already said he was gonna tell the forum what I was telling him about her the other day. VP mean shit, brahs. Never ever mean shit.

After breakfast, we hit up a book store. pFAc really likes to read (romance novels. Ugh.). I decided to introduce her to some literature and showed her some dope-ass books. Native Son, Go Tell It on the Mountain, G'vity's Rainbow. I showed her House of Leaves for a trip. She liked the formal writing style in Lolita and was intrigued by the intense plot so she copped that one. If it were up to me, I woulda had her read Finnegans Wake just to fuck with her. Haha. But neither of us were about to waste our time on that book.

The weather was nice as fuck in Jacksonville. Windy, cool, and rainy. We hit up an upscale liquor store and loaded up on the booza. We decided we'd spend the entire day chilling in our nice-ass cozy hotel with the curtains open to watch the rain and drink. And that's exactly what we did. We got back to our hotel around 5 p.m. and did nothing the rest of the night except drink, listen to music, and chill. Pretty much a perfect day. Except every time I kiss pFAc standing up, shit looks like http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t10p4p4riqU/T ... issing.jpg. *shivers*

We clocked in around 4 in the morning, drunk as fuck, and had some sex. Good shit again, mo'fuckas.

Overall day: had the chillest fucking day this trip so far. Rainy and shit. Fucked pFAc. Gooooooooood. I wish errday this trip been like dhis an' dhat errday here on be like dhis.

Thanks, man. Don't plan on stopping any time soon. Keep reading. Appreciate it.

Monday, June 23, 2014
Woke up at 10:30 a.m. and quickly packed up, then checked out. We were both sad to be leaving such a nice hotel and the city of Jacksonville. Jacksonville is the place on the trip so far that reminds me of back home. Everything I saw there was new (like back home), modern (like back home), and clean (like back home). The East Coast can get kinda trippy after a while to a person from out-west. So many trees. So old.

I still felt drunk when I woke. We had both drunk a godly amount of alcohol the night before. I finished off the rest of the V when I woke. Probably had about five shots. The shit would go on to hit me much harder than five shots though.

pFAc drove again, out of Jacksonville. I was tired as fuck during the ride and ended up crashing out for a good two hours. That was crazy to me. I never sleep in cars. I'm always too cautious to make sure the driver stays awake to even be able to get sleepy, but I was mad sleep deprived and drunk so fuxx it, it made sense.

We made it to Miami and checked into our hotel. We've decided were going strictly upscale for the rest of the trip. Our hotel was fucking dope, right on the beach. The room, however, was not nearly as nice as the hotel in Jacksonville. It was small--just a bedroom, closet, and bathroom. The Wi-Fi didn't work. The TV had only one channel. What the fuck? Shit cost nearly 200 a night and didn't even have a refrigerator. Gahhhhhhhh. I miss Jacksonville. That place was a full-on one-bedroom apartment.

Anyway we dropped off our luggage, then headed out to try Puerto Rican food. pFAc was in PR a week ago and kept saying Puerto Rican food is really good. I wanted to try a pork sandwich. I used to watch Dexter and shit, what can I say? We hit up some authentic place in Hialeah.

My god. I was loopy as fuck up in that restaurant. I was fidgeting the entire time, loud as fuck, laughing like a goddamn maniac. pFAc was saying I was on something. I really did look like it. People were looking at me, and, me being the goddamn pimp I am, was enjoying every second of it. I truly was in not-give-a-fuck mode. I got my goddamn pork sandwich, and that shit was nasty as fuck. pFAc got some chicken chunks, whatever the fuck that is, which was also nasty. We took our food to go because we didn't want to be rude. I threw it all in a dumpster as soon as we got out.

We went back to our hotel in Miami Beach and went to check out the beach. It was nice as FUCK. The weather was insane. Like the ending of Miami Vice and shit, except seeing that on film doesn't do it justice. It was seriously GORGEOUS. One of the prettiest things I've ever seen, no joke.

After that, we stocked up on alcohol, went back to our hotel, drank the fuck out of beer and a bottle, and fucked as we usually do. What up.

Overall day: made it to Miami. Acted mad man all day. I seriously felt like I was on something. I don't know what the fuck. Got drunk and fucked pFAc. I love that she's always down to party.

Tuesday, June 24, 2014
The hottest girls I've seen in the entire United States, by far, are in Miami. If you guys ever wanna game with the best lineup of hot bitches, get your fucking asses to Miami. The girls here are dope.

Anyway, pFAc and I woke up late as fuck again and had sex. We went to South Beach and ate at Clevelander, then got somewhat drunk. Then we went to South Beach, and, my god, the weather was even more perfect than the day before. PERFECT. We sat on the beach for more than two hours, just talking. Awwwwwwwwww, it was so sweet. VP selling out. VP selling out. Hahahahahahahaha. Yeah, get the FUCK out my face! Never gon' happen.

We went back to our hotel and started drinking as fuck. I talked to Enso's bitchass on the phone as I got fucked up. pFAc fell asleep, but I ignored that shit. After the phone call, I woke pFAc and we got ready. She was in the bathroom doing her hair. I went downstairs to talk on the phone with my brother. When I came back up, pFAc was lying in bed in her little black dress and wouldn't talk to me. She told me she knows what I do with other girls and that she knew I was downstairs talking to one. Lol. I told her I really was talking to my brother and finally calmed her down after she told me I should just go out alone and hook up with some random girls. Oh pFAc.

After this, we talked for a while. pFAc finally confessed to being in love with me. She said full on that she loved me, then asked if I felt the same way. I said, "I love you," the way I always say it to her or any other girl, just fucking around. It got her off the subject though. I gave her a good fucking. Then, after that, she busted out the blowey.

We were wasted as shit when we left the hotel, and I was acting my cocky-ass self on the streets of Miami Beach. I was talking to random people on the street, and pFAc kept telling me to stop. She's a very shy girl and isn't used to socializing when going out. We caught a cab to a pretty popping bar on Ocean Drive. It's hard to remember everything from the night, but I know we were only in the bar for about 30 minutes.

Some random fuckboy tried opening pFAc. As soon as he opened his mouth, my ears perked up, and I was about to just lead pFAc to the dance floor, but pFAc, being the good little thing she is, straight up walked away from the clown, no direction needed. Goddamn, this chick is loyal. She is in love with me after all. I guess it makes sense.

Several chicks were throwing me the old eye. pFAc had to go to the bathroom. I told her to go. I wanted to get away to game, but she wasn't gone long. We grinded as a motherfuck all over that goddamn dance floor. Some dude gave me a thumbs-up and slapped hands with me. Dudes have never seen game like mine, and I wasn't even gaming tonight. Goddamn.

pFAc was drunk as hell. I was drunk as hell. I fingered her on the dance floor. At some point, one of the bouncers tapped me on the shoulder. I couldn't hear what he said, but he kept saying something about "your girl, your girl", meaning pFAc obviously. The bouncers poured our vodka and cranberries into plastic cups and we got the boot.

That's all I remember from the night.

Overall day: F-closed twice and BJ-closed once pFAc; fingered her in the club; got kicked out.

Wednesday, June 25, 2014
I woke up and realized I was lying on the beach. pFAc was beside me. I noticed my back pocket didn't feel tight and felt for my wallet. It wasn't there. I woke pFAc and asked what the fuck. She had no clue either. Her purse was gone. We had no idea what the fuck happened, why the fuck we were waking up on the beach.

So I wrote in my last FR that we had gotten kicked out of the club on Ocean Drive. Apparently we had crossed the street after getting kicked out and had ended up falling asleep on the beach. What the fuck! My shoes and the bottom of my jeans were soaked. The lower half of pFAc's dress was soaked. We had passed out on South Beach and had gotten robbed in our sleep!

Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!

This is truly something VP really would do. VP and his goddamn reckless lifestyle. Gonna catch up sooner or later.

It was around 6:30 when we woke. We walked back to Ocean Drive and caught a cab to our hotel. Neither one of us had any cash. We also didn't have debit cards or IDs. Fuuuuuuuuuuck! The assholes could have at least thrown our IDs beside us. How the fuck am I gonna party the remainder of this trip? The cab driver threw a mini fit about us not being able to pay the $7 fare. Goddamn loser. pFAc told him to Spanish to go ahead and call the police. We needed to talk to them anyway. Haha. Homeboy said whatever, and we got out of the cab.

We were planning on leaving Miami today but obviously couldn't move without any money for gas or GPS (pFAc's phone also got stolen, and we weren't about to head home relying on my shitty fucking flip phone). We booked another night at the hotel since pFAc's credit card was on file.

We had $16, mostly in coins. We portioned that shit out and bought a bag of chips, water, and later a large pizza for $5 to last us the day. We didn't know for sure how long we'd be stranded in Miami so we weren't about to go crazy and flip that shit on one meal. Felt homeless and shit.

We banged raw as fuck at the end of the night because we didn't have money to buy condoms.

Overall day: got robbed in our sleep, ate some shitty food, had unprotected sex. Dope shit.

Thursday, June 26, 2014
Nothing special today. Received a backup phone, debit card, and credit card today from pFAc's mom. We can get back on the road now. We ate some tasty Cuban food. The waitresses were so goddamn busty and sexy. Gahhhhhhhhhhh. I'm getting somewhat sick of looking at pFAc's stunted ass now. These Miami girls are tempting, brah. But what am I gonna do? Yeah, absolutely nothing.

Long story short for the day, we made it out of Miami and to Orlando, checked into a pretty decent hotel.

Overall day: went gaga for the Cuban waitresses at that restaurant. I'm starting to feel Josh Hartnett in 40 Days and 40 Nights. Gahhhhhhhhhhh.

Friday, June 27, 2014
Last day in Orlando. We woke up somewhat early and got ready. We ate breakfast, then spent the better half of the day at Disney World Magical Kingdom. It was a cool place to walk through, seeing the Castle and all the other areas of the park. I had never been to an amusement park before. I'm not particularly interested in roller coasters or anything like that, but pFAc is really into that type of shit. We rode one ride. I wouldn't call it a roller coaster. The entire park is designed more for kids and shit. It was pretty boring.

Anyway we left around 5 because there was a storm coming in and all the outdoor rides were shutting down. Plus, the lines were ridiculous, and I didn't want to waste my day doing something I really didn't have much care to do. It isn't game after all.

We got dinner at a nice restaurant, then we went back to our hotel and got drunk. While we were drinking, pFAc got a call from her best friend, who is a dude. Uh-oh. All AFCs' ears perk up! I should mention that pFAc is headed to Vegas for the Fourth of July. She invited me to go with her a few days ago. As she was on the phone tonight (and was drunk), I peeped her talking in that typical I-don't-want-the-dude-who's-in-my-company-to-know-I'm-talking-about-him manner. Uh-huh. Sly one, pFAc. Like VP--or anyone for that matter--ain't swift on picking up shit like that. Fucking showoff is what it is. Anyway she made several dodge-the-topic conversation changes and answers, and I'm certain she made several remarks about her not being sure whether she should invite VP or not. I should also mention that a few days ago, she said I should ask her out after her Vegas trip. Lol. After her Vegas trip? Slute alert! (I played along with it by the way, but, nuh-uh, VP ain't dating NO girl any time soon.) Is this starting to make sense to any you homeboys still getting caught up with oneitis and shit though? No girl is EVER completely trustworthy. Keep that in the back of your mind at ALL times. Don't go AFC and worry about it though. It's part of human nature, remember that. And there's nothing wrong with that. The way to handle situations like this or any other one that may make potential AFCs uncomfortable is to remember shit don't matter. Seriously, just stop caring. The day you players stop caring about EVERYTHING regarding the girls in your life = the day you become a true player. Not giving a fuck (call if aloofness, indifference, or just confidence in yourself and not anyone else's image of you) is the single biggest factor to becoming good at game. (The second is abundance mentality, which, I should mention, goes hand-in-hand with not giving a fuck, and vice versa. When you reach abundance mentality, you become aware of the fact--the one you've ignored your entire life--that no girl is irreplaceable. They're only human beings with vaginas and ovaries after all. Not much different from most guys these days.)

After the phone call, we went outside to smoke a cigarette. pFAc ended up saying some shit about me and my reputation and questioning whether she could ever see herself settling with me. Lol. I would maybe consider settling down with you, pFAc, if you magically spouted 10 inches overnight and could reverse the fact that you sniffed cocaine in public. She got mad and wouldn't talk anymore. I ignored her the rest of the night and talked on the phone. Then we fell asleep without cuddling, without fucking beforehand.

Overall day: pissed off my precious Fat Ass chick. Awwwwwwwww. Kind of finding her annoying at this point. Not because I'm sick of her in general (I don't think I could ever get sick of any girl), but because I've seen her almost every second of every day for the past 10 days. Remember, homeboys, why there is no morality in game. I've said it time and time before: girls will do so much worse to you if you're inexperienced with this shit. Keep your guard up. Or, better yet, stop giving a fuck. Keeping your guard up is weak and doesn't change anything in the end, but just drains your energy. Become indifferent. If you have a girlfriend right now, WANT her to fuck with other dudes behind your back. It'll hurt. Oh, it'll hurt. But it will make you a goddamn beast in the end.

Saturday, June 28, 2014
Woke up to pFAc annoying the fuck out of me. "I want attention! I want attention!" Lol. It was actually pretty cute. She kept apologizing for getting upset last night over nothing. I told her it wasn't okay and that I wouldn't cuddle her because of it. She said she'd make up for it and offered some pretty "neat" sexual advances in exchange. That's more like it, chica. (Obviously the whole time I was playing anyway. I really didn't care if she got mad last night. I don't care what any girl does. Lol.)

We checked out of our hotel an hour late, got an oil change, and headed out of Orlando. We drove the rest of the day, through Tallahassee, through Alabama, through Mississippi (where I legally drank and drove (the only state where you can do such a thing as long as you're under the legal limit)), and bought a Ouiga board because we were headed for New Orleans and wanted to stay in a haunted hotel. pFAc was hesitant on the idea. She's somewhat superstitious and shit.

We made it to NOLA around 10 p.m. and went to check out the St. Louis Cemetery Number 1. In a pretty hood-ass neighborhood (Really every neighborhood in NOLA is hood as fuck. I honestly kinda feel safer in Detroit than I do in NO.). I said we should hop the fence, but she wasn't down so we bounced, briefly drove through the French Quarter. Bourbon Street was packed as FUCK. Seriously, it was like our main strip back home on a hollerday. And this was just a regular Saturday night in the summer for Bourbon. Wow. BUT, before the idea sounds too great to be true, I should mention that it is: seriously every-single-fucking-person is OLD, NASTY, and looks SOUTHERN as fuck. If you can imagine the opposite of Miami's South Beach--yeah, that's what the French Quarter is. Gahhhhhhhhhh. It would probably be a fun place to party, I'm sure, but I seriously did not see one hot girl the entire time we drove around. Everybody looked Mississippian as fuck, if that puts it into perspective for you.

After Bourbon Street, we headed back to our hotel and got drunk, what else. pFAc showered, then we busted out the Ouiga board. She was nervous and shit. The goddamn game is made by Parker Brothers. Ages 8+ and shit. Soooooooo scary. I asked if any "spirits" were present. Nothing moved. I asked several more questions before calling those bitchasses out. Nope. Nothing. pFAc kept saying I shouldn't do that. Lol. Boy, was she right. All of a sudden, everything swirled violently around the room. I was terrified. Then I remembered I wasn't raised in the South and wasn't a product of its fucked up education system. Nothing moved, not shit around the room, not the goddamn planchette. The Ouiga board is a waste of 26 bucks. Spirits, and shit like that, don't exist. The only things that moved that night were pFAc and VP's bodies when they gots tah fucking right after VP commanded the spirits to murder him in his sleep. I'm not from Portland. I don't write reviews about how you shouldn't fuck with Ouiga boards because they're real and shit. I fucked pFAc on the Ouiga board, as a matter of fact, then we fell asleep, cuddling as usual.

Overall day: played the most boring board game there is, pFAc nervous the whole time. Lol. Fucked her on a Ouiga board. Boring shit, but I guess that's somewhat game. NOLA is a nasty fucking city. Stay away from it.