Just the Tip:

Too many girls think they are dimes when they are actually just a dime a dozen. Nothing wrong with that. Just let a real man in so he can treat you like a dime.

T in Cali

T in Boston

A real man knows when he needs to make changes. And when to apologize. T style of course.

There’s something that I’ve always known about myself but I’ve only recently started to look at it from other people’s point of views. And that thing is I’m an all or nothing guy. I’m a go big or go home man. I don’t do anything half ass. The small stuff. The big stuff. The day to day shit. I’m all in baby! I’ve always liked that about myself and I’ve always ignored people when they would judge this beautiful trait of mine. When they would say that I’m intense. Or crazy. Or too much. But I’m getting older. I never used to care what most people thought of me but I’m starting to think that I should. Why? Because I think me being too much of me all the time is too much for some people to handle. Wait what? Yeah that made sense. Read it again. And some of those can’t handle too much T people I want to stop scaring away so easily. Or else, I’m going to be this guy (not THAT guy ) for the rest of my life without getting to that next step in my life. Not in life in general. Not in your life. But my life. T life. I just don’t know what that step should be quite yet. I have an idea though.

I’m not sure people if that next step is “Hollywood Blockbuster Billion Dollar T!” Or “Serious In A Relationship Possibly Married T.” Or “Should Be Locked Up In The Crazy Home On Serious Meds T.” Because in my eyes, those are the only 3 options for the next step in my life with the way I’m going! And when I write that shit out and read it…it sounds pretty fucking intense! Pretty scary! It’s too much! SHIT THEY WERE RIGHT!!! Soooo….I’m starting to think I need to make some changes. Sure I’ll never go the easy being content 9-5 job road. Or being a schmuck who is content with being average. Or boring. Or stupid. Or not extremely sexy and funny. But I also can’t keep on going down this road at 120 mph like some maniac on a natural 24 hour Red Bull high dropping Macho Man Randy Savage elbows on every chick I date; on every person I do business with; on every Joe Blow I meet out and about in Boston who gets in my way; or on every pal and family member. I need to reel it in juuust a little bit. So with that all said. I am apologizing to the world.

WAIT! Egocentric cocky T is apologizing?! YES! And I’m not cocky. I’m sick of that T misconception. I’m a confident guy who owns his shit. Throw in a crazy sense of humor and the fact that you’re reading words on a screen on an original entertainment life blueprint website and some of you may be getting the wrong picture! It’s confidence. Not cockiness. Now back on topic here. I was apologizing. I’m apologizing to every girl who I may have scared away in the past for being over the top too much at times. I’m apologizing to every dude who I belittled both verbally and some physically for being a little crazy at times. I’m apologizing to every business acquaintance that I pretty much told to go fuck themselves because I didn’t like the way they handled things. I’m apologizing to every friend and family member who I forced to either love all of me or hate all of me because that’s just the way I am….well now it’s the way I was. I can’t do all or nothing anymore in every aspect of my life. I just can’t. Some things I’m just going to call in. Chill out on. Just let them be without T putting his stamp on it. The all or nothing go big or go home days with everything in my life are done! I put out this T-pisode as a humbled man. So take this humbling apology one last time. Lessons learned world! I am sorry.*

*Those who matter and know me best….that was for you.

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

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That's what HE said!

I honestly didn’t know if I was going to do my annual Valentine’s Day Sucks T-pisode. A lot of people wanted me to do it. A lot of people expected me to do it. But I’m not going to lie. A part of me was really hoping I wouldn’t have to do it this year. Seriously. Why? Well let me give you my reasons here people. My stance on the ass backwards romanticism of it remains unchanged. My whole treating that special someone special even when it’s not February 14^th stays the same. My hatred for all things Hallmark and unoriginal cheeseality (I just wrote that. Steal it and I sue!) remains as strong as ever. But I really swung for the fences this year. If you’ve come to T-blawg over the past few months you can see my stories on dating and recent life events. My tone on the site changed. I was a little pissy. I know. My B. But that’s how I was feeling after I dated the good stuff to no avail. I didn’t want to be in a relationship for Valentine’s Day. I was just hoping to not be in one of my usual “T situations.” So you know what? This year? I’m taking my ass out of the Valentine’s Day equation altogether!

That’s right. Since I struck out with all those so-called “better quality dating potential women” recently, I am taking myself out the game for this year. A Valentine’s without T!!! No dating. No booty calling. No young drama showing up on my doorstep. No casual first date with a stripper witch. No going out with the bros to pull some tail. No anti-Valentine’s Day bar or club event in Boston. NOTHING! T is sitting on the bench this year! Not going in coach! I honestly don’t have the heart or the stomach to put myself into any of my familiar “T situations” anymore. Especially not now. I’ve been through the ringer and I have other priorities in my life that need my attention. So bring in the scrubs. The scabs. The douchebags. The second and third rate men that most women seem to settle for these days. Because this intelligent, funny, successful, handsome, accomplished, ambitious, sometimes brutally offensive son of a bitch is out the game. Permanently? Oh hell no! Are you high?! Just for 2/14/12 and the days surrounding it.  Not only am I taking myself out the game this Valentine’s Day but I am taking my ass out of Boston! Come this Thursday I am boarding a plane to California and taking my talents to Los motherfuckin’ Angeles and Newport Beach! Where women looove east coast guys! I need to recharge my batteries around non-Boston women. I really do. I love my Boston women but I need a break. You all busted my balls and beat my head in with a sack of doorknobs this year.

Just so you all know, dating these “better women” over the last year made me clean out my chick net. All the “T potential” hotties have been depleted! Recently though I have had opportunities to put some back in whom would be good “T situation” Valentine’s Day candidates. But I don’t think I want to you know? I want to avoid the ones that help bring back my old habits and the good ones deserve a good Valentine’s Day date. I don’t want to disappoint them. So I’m letting them be. Because you really should want to go out with someone on Valentine’s Day. With someone that will enjoy the day and all it’s cheeseality with you. To be fair, I’m not that guy this year. Good women and good guys all deserve someone on Valentine’s Day. On every holiday. On every day. Married. Single. In a relationship. Just dating. It doesn’t matter. But I don’t feel like I deserve one this year because I don’t have it in me. I hope everyone gets what they want out of this Valentine’s Day. I really do. All I want for myself is to stay out of it. Just to go out to Cali and enjoy myself. That’s my giant box of chocolate. My romantic dinner out in Boston. My rose petals leading to the bedroom. Because you can have all that stuff this Valentine’s Day. Yep. You sure can. But you can’t have T.

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

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Oh the shit that you see on Twitter. #Seriously.

I think it’s pretty well known that T loves the social media by now no? I mean if you follow me on Twitter (ahem @tblawg) then you know that I love a tweetin’! Remember my “Most Awesome #Twitter Chicks” List? Those ladies are still the best. And I’m definitely going to do a part 2 soon. Don’t you people worry! So it’s safe to say that I dig Twitter. I do. I tweet funny stuff. Offensive stuff. Angry stuff. Flirty stuff. AWESOME stuff. That’s what Twitter is for. Just like T-blawg itself. To entertain people. And to network. But mostly to not take things so serious! I’ve been on Twitter for a little while now and my time spent on it has allowed me to notice some things. To learn some shit. Come to some conclusions. There are certain things you should do and should not do on Twitter! So I made another T list. About those things. Are you ready??? Here are my Twitter rules people. Enjoy.

DO NOT kiss ass.
Networking is ok. But kissing the ass of strangers is just pathetic. “Oh great tweet. LOLs. winky face. Hashtag youdabest.” Come on!!!

DO post hot pics.
Only if you’re a chick of course. That goes without saying.

DO NOT be fake.
Especially if people know the real you off of Twitter! You just look like a clown to your real life friends.

DO NOT post pics of boyfriends.
Us guys live in a social media fantasy world where we think we can get any girl. We don’t want to see your damn boyfriend. Thank you.

DO retweet the funny!
Whether you think it’s funny or think it’s offensively funny, just retweet it. Who cares. It’s your twitter. Let people know how you roll and that you’re a borderline lunatic.

DO flirt.
It’s ok. No one is going to die.

DO NOT be a stalker.
It’s not ok. Someone is going to die.

DO NOT retweet your horoscope!
I’m a Leo. You’re not. Do you give a shit about what might happen to me today because some asshole tweeted a made up prediction? No?! Exactly. Cut the shit!

DO NOT beg celebrities to tweet or follow you.
I actually think that celebrities should be following all of us because we make their asses rich and famous. But don’t beg them to follow you. Fuck them.

DO try to embarrass and fight celebrities.
I have legit Twitter beefs with Ochocinco. Lebron James. Spike Lee. Pretty much all the Kardashians. Even Kanye West and I’m a fan of his! But if a celebrity is going to be a douche on twitter then you have the responsibility to call them out on it for the entire world to see! Knock them off the pedestal we put them on. It’s fun!

DO NOT post every single fucking pic you take.
Your food? No one gives a shit. Your pet? No one gives a shit. Your car? No one gives a shit. Your bottle of booze? No one gives a shit. See where I’m going with this? Oh. No one gives a shit. Ok fine.

DO post reverse self portrait booty mirror pics.
They. Never. Get. Old.

DO NOT auto DM people!
A generic “Thank you for following me. Check out my site here.” Gets you a more than generic “Go fuck yourself!” Followed by a block.

DO DM people if you’re single and horny.
Why not? The shit that goes down on Twitter after 2AM??? Better than late night Facebook messaging in it’s prime. For reals.

DO NOT try to drop worldly knowledge on people every damn day.
Your life may be awesome in your eyes and you may know some shit. But sharing what you think is advice in about 30 tweets a day just makes you look like a tool. #StopIt.

DO NOT retweet Drake!
That is all.

DO NOT brag about how many followers you have.
So what. You have like 3 friends in real life. And your mom is one of them.

DO NOT tweet every damn Foursquare check in!!!
Who cares if you’re at your stupid job!!! You’re supposed to go to work! Whatchya want? A cookie?!

DO tweet people if you decided to follow them you jerk!
I don’t know why you’d follow someone and never tweet them. What’s the point? Even a simple “What up?” or “You’re ridiculously funny, intelligent and sexy.” every now and then lets me know I’m doing my twitter job.

DO NOT tweet or retweet fake celebrity accounts either.
It clearly says in Megan Fox’s bio that “This is a parody account” honey! Stop retweeting her. She isn’t that smart. It’s not even her! It’s some 50 year-old dude living in his mom’s basement.

DO retweet any angry, drunk or insane movie and comic book character.
Drunk Hulk. Angry Batman. Funny Darth Vader. Kid hating Professor Snape. Those accounts are fucking comedy gold people!

DO NOT hashtag every damn word!
#That #shit #is #so #damn #annoying #you #son #of #a #bitch #bastard!

DO make up your own random hashtags.
#Thatfishcray

DO NOT tweet about how you can’t sleep.
No one gives a flying fuck. Because we’re all sleeping!

DO NOT post anonymous garbage that only you know is an inside joke!
Shit like “That just happened!” What just happened??? And “Laughing so hard right now!” Why are you laughing?! That stuff is so stupid. You’re stupid. I just unfollowed you.

DO follow me.
I mean seriously. This list alone says I’m like a twitter beast that entertains the world! Why aren’t you following?!

So there you have it. There are rules to Twitter people! Now you know. So lets all learn from this and make Twitter a better place or else it will become the next Myspace. I should know. I was a terror and a crazy playa in the prime of Myspace and I may have been the main reason behind its downfall. I’m not sure. But I can’t let the same happen to Twitter! These rules need to be implemented immediately! Thank you.

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

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