Trey Songz Album Release Party @ Touch & R&B Realizations.

Let me start by saying this, I'm a "real rap" pheen. I appreciate that old Jay (most of his new stuff also) old Nas, DMX and most of the HEAT produced in the hood era of rap (92-98). Im not really an R&B fan at all. So I had no idea that Trey Songz would have such an impact on life as we know it when his latest release "Ready" came rolling around. Am I guilty of neglecting the females desire for acoustic nourishment? I think so.

ok i didnt blog on here for a while. the reality of it is i dont know what direction to go with this thing. i DO NOT wish to be a journalist...its luv and i kno plenty, i just dont want to b a jack of all master of none. i dont know if i should be personal on this and use it as a weekly or daily journal because a employer may fire you due to your blog, twitter, myspace or facebook usage... hold up! im not even looking to be employed. anyway..... im not sure if i should post all of my events on here, i mean is there a sidebar where i can add tons of pics or something? and you can click on it and stuff? should i dedicate this blog to my daughter and post all of her special moments on here for my friends who dont see her too often? umm i dont know.. but what i do know is that im leaning towards doing all of these things on here in 1 way or another. except for the journalist thing. i kno my vocab in this blog is a lil crazy,,, no caps etc grammatical errors but thats the point! im not lookin to wow you with my writing ability..im just typin as i think. mmmm what should i do and how should i use this blog??? hmmmmmm ill b back in a week with a plan for this....i think im going to use it 4 an event link, chloe :), and topics that interest me in general.

Peace and Blessings,
Plot aka Louie P. Sosa
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Chloe's Blog

I will rightly dedicate my second Blog to my firstborn, Chloe Jade Sosa. She has been the biggest left turn I've ever experienced, my deciding factor in many equations, and my bestest friend. So ill post a few bubbletweets of her and leave it @ that. We are similar in many ways and I think you'll notice it if you ever get a chance to meet or converse with her. She's cool man. Real down to earth with this sinister stare..lol.
Click on the bubbletweet links and you'll see her first blog posts, maybe the first of many, maybe the last depending on how she behaves.

http://bbltwt.com/f39bfhttp://bbltwt.com/rofi0http://bbltwt.com/e0q2c http://bbltwt.com/g0m3o

I HATE BLOGGING!!!!!

My first blog sentence will start with the words I HATE BLOGGING! No no I'm not a hater @ all. I just feel that the information channelling should be left to the professionals, u kno the ones who actually sacrificed part of their lives for a career in journalism? Them. This whole blogging thing takes away from their value, kinda makes it way harder to be noticed as a journalist. Are their good factors associated to blogging? Of course! But this is a rebuttal to the actual blog I'm starting and well, lets stick to the point. The Internet has single handidly, maybe double handedly with the current state of humanity, dehumanized us. We don't talk to each other as much, don't get together as much and damn sure don't party as much as we used to. Life before the Internet was definitely more fun than it is now. People actually went places to shop, now abandoned buildings are sprouting errwherr due to the Internet. The absence of buildings and the damn price of transporting goods around has sent America a lil off the top of its peak. You see, blogging is like shopping online. We are putting worthwhile staples in the American and World culture outta business. So out of respect to all those journalists who write in the newspapers, magazines etc who are out of a job, I apologize on the behalf of American Military. I apologize for the American Military because they invented the Internet and unleashed it to the world before they had means to control it, and it now controls us. I'M NOT A FU*KIN BLOGGER.......i gotta roll wit the rush man. I'm caught up in the system. Out.