Lyft, Loud & Yoga.

Another summer in Los Angeles. Lately, it’s been hot as the Devil’s butthole. I love it, however Some L.A. residents aren’t taking it so well. Can the heat control your sanity?Like, it wasn’t pleasing to my eyes to see a grown woman laying on the streets of Downtown L.A. butt ass naked, or the racist outburst from the 7-11 clerks yelling that  “All black people are the same” because a black dude stole a soda, let us not forget the pile of dog shit I accidentally stepped into barefoot…All this happened in a matter of one week by the way.  I’ve been living in Los Angeles for two years and still, I am surprised by my life happenings.

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After months of being financially disabled, missing my closest friends weddings and baby showers, dodging my landlord, I’m actually making strides back to the lit Christina…the one who always had big dreams with ambition and faith to make them happen. I quit my 9-5 over a year ago. It has its ups and Lord knows it has its downs. I had to take a step back and reflect on this new found free time. Within my reflection time I realized I’m an entitled, spoiled only child who lacks discipline and has no hustling mentality. When everything has been practically handed to you your entire life and then suddenly you’re out in the world alone to fend for yourself, you may experience a bunch of bullshit along the way.

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However, to say I haven’t done anything with my chosen freedom would be a lie. I signed up for Lyft a ridesharing app where I have to uncomfortably drive people around in the backseat of an overpriced rental car. I drive enough just to make my car payment most weeks. You can’t tell me there’s one Lyft driver who’s excited to drive for Lyft. I’m grateful to finally be able to get around the city without stepping on to the piss & shit aroma the metro bus offers but driving for Lyft sucks balls. It also doesn’t help that I don’t really know how to navigate the city and I’m a pretty average driver considerably.

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I didn’t move all the way to L.A. to chauffeur people around. I also didn’t move out here to become a teacher but within this free time I found a love and appreciation for Yoga; specifically Yoga Barre– a ballet, cardio, upbeat, lit af class that has transformed not only my body but my mind. I enrolled in Yoga Barre training with hopes to finally get some abs but in the end I’m now a certified instructor guiding others to find love for their bodies at three different Hot Yoga studios. It feels amazing, to just be able to express my personality and have fun with a group of diverse individuals. I’m falling in love with teaching and I’m looking forward to expanding my knowledge and practice.

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Now…As for Loud! The Musical (which you can find on youtube here’s the link:  Loud! The Musical

Loud, is my first visual content released to the world wide web. I wrote it, I produced it, I acted in it and I even directed a couple scenes. Yo, this shit is hard. I love it so much it frustrates me. When things aren’t perfect which really means when things don’t go my way I overthink, over criticize but undermine my abilities to make this happen.  I know what you’re thinking…“Keep believing in yourself, keep pushing” I get it and I am. Right now though, I need a mental break from this whole trying to break into the industry thing. I really just want to focus on me…and Yoga…and weed.

So stay tuned and Namaste.

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Season 2. Episode 2. I Live in L.A.

I feel good. like… beautiful, creative, bold, indestructible good. I decided to take a break from my normal routine and it really has me feelin’ myself.  Yes, I’m still writing. Contrary to the very little appearances on stage I miss doing stand-up. The pressure though, it can get to you.

Even if life is going great when you aren’t doing what you love it’s like you’re not living the right life. Does that make sense? Anyways, I’ve been way too hard on myself to be this super successful comedian right now that I forgot I’m still young af, I have no kids, I’m not married. I can literally do whatever the hell I want. Except eat a baby.

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I read my last blog post and I’m like,

“Yoooo Christina from six weeks ago chill out”

Everything is fine, nothing is my fault. I have done nothing wrong. I  want something better for myself and I believe if you lead with your heart you’ll find that better.  Deciding to take a break to evolve my mind, body and soul has set me free from all the  anxiety, fears and noises in my head telling me I’ll never be good enough. 

So, after living here 18 months, I think I’m beginning to understand what it takes to survive here. It’s actually pretty simple all you have to do is…

Stay open and that goes for moving to any new city, create in real life how you see yourself in your dreams. Talk to people of all races, genders, be polite and actually listen to people. Remember the names of every person you connect with. Stay focused but have the time of your life because all these new experiences are gearing you up for  what’s meant for you.

Keep a solid circle of friends who are willing to do anything to see you win. I can’t believe I have that.

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It’s also pretty dope to have a partner out here who is more excited about your dreams than you, someone who kisses your butt cheeks every morning. Let’s just say I can’t believe I have that either. Woot!

Land a job that supports your dreams as well as keeps you sustained. I know, sounds impossible right? It’s not.

Listen to every album Childish Gambino ever  made. (Except the first two.)

Do something completely left field, I’m a certified  Yoga Barre instructor.  Let me tell you, it changed me. Yes, I have a six pack now.

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This trippy journey I’m on has me feelin like that moment right after Alladin asked Jasmine  “Do you trust me?”

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Butterflies are literally swarming in my stomach every morning because I’m so excited for what’s to come. What new adventure I’m about to endure. As I prepare to start teaching yoga classes and the release of my Weed Musical series, I can’t help but look back on the shitty times out here and just be grateful for everything I’ve built thus far. I haven’t even grasped the fact that I’m only getting started.

Stay Tuned oh and Namaste.

 

 

 

Episode 13: 5 Jobs That Can Help You Survive In L.A.

Don’t tell the IRS but I’ve had six jobs since living in sunny Los Angeles. Yes, that’s right. Six jobs! These six jobs  barely help me live a sustainable lifestyle, but then again I have  an extraordinary  weed habit so I may have  mismanaged my money somewhere a long the way.

This is not about me. This is about the jobs in L.A. that are readily available if you decide to move out here with a one way ticket,  two suitcases,  $143,  prayer and the hope that you’ll meet Childish Gambino. I mean, with the hopes you don’t fail and embarrass your friends and family.. You’ll be annoyed you might have to eat tacos every day but you’ll be able to have a little pocket change at least enough for you to head to the beach, bring a taco.

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Photographer Assistant– (Or something like that)  This random Photo-booth business owned by two tiny Mexican dudes had me  travel by bus, train and on foot to parts of Cali as far as Chatsworth, Downey,  and Palo Verdes. I  set up camera equipment and snapped pictures at weddings and Quinceanera’s. It was my first job in L.A. it didn’t pay but $60 a gig, I got fired after the second week for not having a car to travel to all those different parts of town. Couldn’t carry all that equipment on the Metro apparently.  I was able to make due for a couple weeks and I’ve seen more parts of Los Angeles then some people who have lived here their entire lives.

Hostess– At an “upscale” Steakhouse. Found this job off Craigslist; the lazy guide for the jobless. As soon as I was hired the manager told me we eat free. I was willing and more able than ever to make this job work. I showed up on time, I passed my probation period. I thought everything was gravy like the delicious gravy they made that went with those soft ass mashed potatoes. I was fired from the steakhouse after I told the manager to “calm down.” I sat a couple at a table he specifically told me not to.  He was being a tad bit dramatic about it.  The couple was having their  anniversary I wanted them to sit at nice table, plus they tipped me.  Anyway, he didn’t like that. So the very next day, through good old fashioned text message I Christina, hasn’t had gravy since.

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“I was two for two. My confidence was super low and I needed money quick.”

Scammer– You know those  calls you get in the middle of the day from somewhere in middle America telling you they can “relieve” your student loans.  I  was the paper pusher. The job was everything I’m against: cubical’s, lame holiday parties, quota’s. My boss ordered El Pollo Loco for us a lot. Like that was going to make up for the fact that we were underpaid, worked holidays and had to change the company name a few times to be ahead of the Feds.  This is the only job I would actually say you should totally avoid. It’s not worth it.

Image result for working retail gifRetail at The Grove: The Grove in Los Angeles is an outdoor mall for tourists and C-list celebrities. When you’re at home watching season finale’s of those annoying  singing contest shows nine times out of ten its filmed at The Grove. It’s ironic and humbling working at the same retail job I did when I was in college. I’m closer in age to the managers then the actual employees. I don’t like following people around with there clothes and I’m tired of arguing over a return policy at a store I don’t even shop at!

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TV & Entertainment: I worked my first Production Assistant position a week after I moved to L.A.  I don’t know if it was fate or me just begging for work through email but that one gig lead me to multiple PA positions, a script supervisor position for a couple BET Specials and a Office PA position for a feature film. It has been the most gratifying, feel good, learning experiences ever.  I seriously can not wait until I make a career out of this. When you have passion and drive for something, it’s inevitable, you’re gonna receive it…Right?

So there you have it, I’ve made  the appropriate sacrifices, I’ve been uncomfortable but I’ve stayed committed. I’m working my way to be as lit as possible. I will not stop. I don’t want to.  If you’re ready to move out here or even if you’re not. Why wouldn’t you just take the chance, just to see what can happen?

what new lifeline can you create for yourself? My motto in L.A. has been “smoke weed but make sure you get your shit done.”  I don’t know if that really correlates with anything I just wrote but you get me.

I’m currently working at my 6th job, which will soon be bringing a little surprise.

Stay tuned.

 

Episode 11: My Brother’s and Me.

Growing up, life for me was a crystal stair. I’m an only child,  who grew up in a middle class suburb. My life didn’t have tacks in it or splinters,  it had Disney World once a year and mad Christmas gifts; filled with Dream houses galore, the most swagged out barbie clothes and cars,  I had internet and cable in my room at 9 years old (Which probably wasn’t the best idea)  Yo, I was hooked up with everything and the best part was, I didn’t have to share it with anyone.

I’ve always been content with being by myself, taking care of everything on my own. Because, well…who else is gonna do it?

     That all went to shit after I pledged a Sorority during undergrad. Don’t get me wrong, Sorority life was incredible and super crunk af but my life went from never sharing, to seeing a sorority sister with one of my outfits on across the quad. I was prepared for it so   I never complained. However, what I wasn’t prepared for was the plethora of tall, beautiful black men that were about to enter my life and change it forever.

     I met Duncan and Lo in the fall of 2010 at a party my Sorority sisters and I hosted. The party… Litty, obviously.  Shawty Lo songs were bumpin’ in the background as we played unorganized drinking games with Four Loko’s. Connections were made,  flirting was surfacing (thanks to the Four Loko’s)  and I’m pretty sure there was a grown man at the party walking like an Ape the entire night. Duncan nor Lo didn’t really stand out to me. Lo had no facial hair so I thought he was underage. Duncan was overweight, plus the clothes he was wearing that night made his weight even more noticeable. I can’t recall the exact moment I knew I wanted these men to be my Bff’s.

 

I do know for the last seven years they have completely, 100% had my back and they’ve certainly kept me humble.

Moving to a new city is hard. It’s even harder when you don’t know anyone in that new city and you’re frolicking around town pushing 30 trying to make new friends.  But of course, the Universe has a way of doing magical things. So,  in the Winter of 2017 when both Duncan and Lo moved to Los Angeles, I wasn’t surprised.

I knew it was divine…

Because, Duncan is the perfect gentleman, who always opens the door for me, we’ve made it an obligation to see every Kevin Hart show live together, I taught him how to roll a splif, he taught me how to be decent human being. He has this benevolent nature about him that wants you to be around him all the time. He’s an amazing friend.

 

Lo, on the other hand has strong beliefs and opinions, which causes us to bump heads a lot but I can’t deny, he’s a creative genius with a unique sense of humor. I believe in him, his ideas, his actions. He doesn’t allow me to get away with shit, sometimes that annoys me but I have to remember I’m not an only child anymore. These dudes are like, my brothers.

The dynamic of our relationship has changed though. We’re different. We’re adulting, grindin’ hard, we’re starting from the bottom out here. We have a  different  purpose now. We’re here to work, create and evolve. We’re in the midst of producing so many projects and cultivating so many connections it’s bound to make your head spin. I’m so fuckin’ happy I don’t have to do this by myself you have no idea…I’m even happier I get to create with my Bro’s. We might wanna kill each other every now again but we trust one another and that’s super vital for what we want to accomplish. They push me to be better than I believe I can. That’s the type of people you want to be surrounded by. I have the most legit creative crew in Los Angeles now… So trust and believe we’re going to be socially acceptable.

Stay Tuned…

 

*Duncan, Lo and I at Jerrod Carmichael’s screening of his new HBO Stand-up Special. 

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Episode 10: A Little Hippie…A Lot of Lit!

Ooouuu, bring out the confetti, blunts and Henny..It’s been one year living in Los Angeles and I’m ready for more!

A lot has happened in the past year. Looking back on my experiences living in LaLa Land, I know now those three years it took to move here from New York, was me manifesting my future. Duh…I’m exactly where I need to be. I can feel it in my gut. Sometimes it scares the dog shit out of me. Other times I’m willing and readily excited for what’s happening and what’s to come. Yo, if you’ve been reading the last nine blog post and don’t believe one bit you can live your dreams, then everything I’ve written from my soul holds no value. Since I moved to L.A. I feel lighter, healthier, more confident and proud.

I created and completed a pilot script that’s going into production in the next few weeks, I’ve performed stand-up comedy in front of strangers who actually laughed at my jokes, I chopped it up with Jerrod Carmichael one night, the very same dude who unknowingly coerced me into moving out here, I’ve worked for well known directors, I’ve booked gigs   as a  Script Supervisor for BET. I’ve found the most eccentric group of creatives: comedians. musicians, chefs, muralist.. All of which I couldn’t have made it through the year without and all of whom I call my friends. It’s been magical out here. It feels like this was divine.

However, let us  have a moment of silence for the two jobs I was fired from, living with a dirty Instagram model, working three jobs at the Same. Damn. Time, failing my DMV written test so many times me and the DMV lost count, I’ve been discriminated against, felt lonely, homesick and still haven’t met Childish Gambino. Ya’ll listen to me when I tell you this though…

there’s power in having faith, there’s power in believing in yourself and you can do the impossible if you’re up to it.

I don’t know what my life would be like if I were still living in Brooklyn. Who knows, I mean I could’ve done stand up out there, I could have shot an entirely new pilot with my cast and crew who I already knew and trusted. I didn’t…Mainly because I was high af when I was watching that Jerrod Carmichael interview where he told his tale of packin’ his bags and flying west coast. Ultimately,  it was time for me to grow the fuck up and actually go hard for something I truly love and desire.

California is home now. My two year lease says it, my overpriced Gas bill says it and I finally feel it.

Don’t get it twisted, I haven’t even graced the surface of what I want to accomplish out here. I feel like I haven’t even started. One year down in Los Angeles, I made it with a couple scratches. Nothin’ to cry to mom about…(except those couple times I called my mom crying) I’m ready for the big challenges now. I want to go through it all and most importantly I want to put out content that’s going to make you smile, maybe even chuckle once or twice. So, stick with me. Keep sending me your positive vibes and I promise to create something  real, unforgettable and for the culture. Oh and I also promise to remain a little hippie but a lot of LIT!

*Thathippieislit will return in the Fall of 2017*

Stay Tuned.

 

Episode 9: I Got The Juice…

 I would like to begin with you knowing that I make sure before I start dating any lucky prospect, they know there’s a possibility I would write about our relationship. Not in a defamatory way but in a way where I always come out looking the best.

I moved to Los Angeles from Brooklyn, New York. A city in which I assumed I would find my Mr. Big or Prince Akeem of Zamunda. Instead I found Mr. Broke,  Mr. Control Freak and Prince can’t express himself if he had a gun pointed to his head. It was time to be true to myself. I was literally putting myself in situations I barely got out of because I wasn’t keeping it real with them or me.

I don’t do relationships. Companionship yes. Relationship, no.

I’m what people might refer to as a “player” or the more feminine term “Playette”.

I believe it was the late great rapper Biggie Smalls who said it best  “I’m a pimp by blood, not relation, ya’ll still chase em, I replace em.” I learned sooner than later,  there’s seven billion people in the world. It’s impossible to believe I have to be with ONE person for the rest of my life. Doesn’t that sound a little off?  Or, I could be suffering from major commitment, abandonment and daddy issues. Whatever… For now, I’m going with” I don’t do relationships“.

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When I moved to LA, I had no intentions on dating. I mean, I did update my pictures on Tinder and Soul Swipe, I just wasn’t actively seeking anyone. When I wake up every morning the first thing I do after giving God an air pound is think about how I’m gonna make it as a writer. It completely consumes my mind to the point of near insanity. So yes, I admittedly need a little distraction, a little fun and if a dinner date or two comes out of it from an interesting gentleman, who am I to stop him?

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I don’t know what happened once I landed in this city but it seems as if I released an energy so strong it has men getting in line and taking numbers. Might be my awesome and chill personality or my New York attitude with a Afro that holds power. Whatever the reason dating in LA is amazing. No one wants a relationship. Everyone is focused on their creative en devours so dudes aren’t seeking a wife and/or making babies.Hashtag Jackpot!

The Uber driver (Because taking the Metro sucks.) He was super hot. An athlete from New York. He was Caribbean (enough said, right ladies?) When I thought I was gonna be alone for my first birthday in LA without my friends, he showed up at my door at the exact moment I was born with a candle lit Oreo birthday cake. He pushed  and encouraged me to get on stage and perform my first stand up routine. He believed in me that much. He also believed in polygamy because he definitely asked to have a threesome with me and my roommate. Well, maybe he wasn’t polygamous because now that I think about it,  when I declined his offer; he asked to sleep with her… by himself. After that, didn’t think we were gonna work out.

giphy (1).gifThe Rapper Dude ( There’s always a rapper.)  my first crush out here. He was strange,  weird, messy and his nonchalant attitude was pretty annoying but I loved how much he was so comfortable in his skin. He told the world every day this is who I am, love it or hate it.  There’s  something very sexy about someone who has courage without being vocal or obnoxious about it. I did that “Like” every one of his pictures on Instagram thing so I could get his attention. Because at 27 years old there’s no way I could go up to him in person and tell him how I feel. That would be crazy right?   A few minutes later he slid in my DM’s. We flirted, we connected but we’re just “friends”. That nonchalant attitude is a little to real for an overly dramatic individual like myself.  What I take seriously compared to what he thinks matters. Let’s just say we weren’t on the same page let alone same chapter.

The Youngin’ (Embracing the Cougar inside me.) At first I thought it was a coincidence I kept getting in the same Uber Pool with a good looking, bearded chocolate fella. He would ride in the back seat listening to music as I sat up front  trying to figure out why after riding with him a couple times he wouldn’t say anything to me. I switched it up one morning and rode in the back seat along side him.

giphy (1).gifI ran my “would you like a piece of gum?” game. Lo and behold it still works like a charm because since then we’ve enjoyed the top of Runyon Canyon at Midnight,  I conquered my fear of Ice Skating with him and he took me to hands down the best Japanese restaurant I’ve been to in this life time. Age ain’t nothing but a number but I think it matters when the dude you’re dating is preparing for college while I’m preparing for my thirties. Don’t get me wrong he’s pretty mature for his young age. However, our experiences are different and it shows.

So I’ve had a few mishaps…

That’s okay though, I just moved here eight months ago. Like I said, I moved to LA with no expectations on finding the “one”. My focus is clearly on how I’m going to get those seven billion people in the world to tune into my stories. I’m continuously evolving into the woman God wants me to be. I know I deserve an amazing person who understands who I am, and I how I roll. Maybe Childish Gambino, a fellow Comedian or a Graffiti Artist with Locs and a captivating smile.  Who knows? I do know two things for sure, no matter what happens in my love life, I’m embracing it and writing every experience down.

Stay tuned.

Episode 8: Magical Mystery Ride.

  Exactly one year ago,  I took an uncomfortable Frontier flight to Los Angeles, California for a beyond overdue vacation. 

During that time, I was living in Brooklyn, NY dressed head to toe in the finest winter wear, walking to work in four ft of snow,  living in an apartment where my bedroom felt more like a walk-in closet. Let’s just say it was time for a break.  Not only was it my first vacation solo dolo,  I needed confirmation that Los Angeles- the city I’ve been wanting to live in for years was for me.

Fast forward through  a shitty break-up, mucho insecurities, fears and anxiety, my first web series going to shit, unintentionally living with an untidy IG model, getting fired..(Twice) and no money I can finally say 365 days later. I live in Los Angeles  and…

It. Is. Magic.

All the shit that happened in the past year was worth it. I’m currently sitting at my desk typing this blog post, with a view of LA from the 17th floor that will  make New York City’s skyline look like pooh. Don’t worry NY Tribe, I still find ways to mention Brooklyn every day, I make sure everyone knows where I’m from and I totally use phrases like, “Deadass” and “Yo, B”. I Milly Rock when a YG song plays at a party and I miss the culture of New York, but I must say it again…LA is magic.

In six months I completely started a new life.  New life swag includes schmoozing at Art Shows in DTLA, completely being myself at “Industry” events, jogging through USC’s campus,  rockin’ out at Lady Gaga  concerts with my roommate, Warehouse parties, midnight trips to Runyon Canon, strolling through Leimert Park to hear underground hip hop or the illest drum circle get down, thrifting on Melrose. The marijuana out here is beyond extraordinary. I’ve met some incredible, creative, like minded people thus far, from different backgrounds, different races and managed not to say anything to offend them. Hashtag growth!

I performed my stand-up routine  for the first time. Fellow comics all signing up for their five minutes of open mic fame. I was nervous up until I touched the mic. I had laughs… real…genuine laughs. Laughs that came from the diaphragm.  I dated stand-up comedians before. They never told me I was going to have that feeling. It was comfortable, therapeutic and happened in what seemed like all of 2.5 seconds.

Now, I’ll admit I didn’t allow myself to give LA a chance. I’m a stubborn one, prideful as well, as free as I proclaim to live I get very antsy, I feel unsure sometimes. I couldn’t see the light beyond all the bullshit that kept happening to me. Don’t get it twisted, my life is not all palm trees and Childish Gambino’s. I’m workin’ my ass off out here. Hustlin’ and grndin’ to make sure these dreams come true.

I found my center.

My focus is clear.

My energy has been given to God.

My heart is completely open to new people who want to connect on a creative level.  I’m finally doing whatever the hell I want to do. I wore pigtails in my hair the other day, I ate Oreo’s for dinner  for a week straight and I was super ecstatic about it.  My mind is free, my body is free and I’m a fuckin’ Goddess out here. Feels good to say that. Feels even better to feel that. All I had to do was jump. Now I’m here.   Despite all the craziness and unfairness in the world such as Childish Gambino having a baby by another woman. I’m in a mysterious place where magic is happening and I’m along for the ride.

 

Just jump.

 

Stay Tuned.