Gin, Roti, and a Bed of Lies: Part 1

"Had to show bitches where the top is, ring finger where the rock is

These hoes couldn't test me even if their name was pop quiz"

As you can see, I have completely revamped my blog.
Triumvirate (n) - a political regime dominated by three powerful individuals

We're kind of like an egg. The entire thing is called an egg, but it consists of the shell, yolk, and albumen (egg white). I am Trey, but Trey consists of The Forever Dreamer, Charlie, and The Dungeon Dragon. Everyone knows Charlie and the DD, but some of you may not know The Forever Dreamer. He is the personification of my deepest thoughts, desires, and doubts. He is this godlike-entity. No eyes are worthy to bare his true image.

Thanks to a suggestion made by none other than the lovely pearl herself, Diane Lebon, this post is a two-part special. Part 1 is meant to enlighten on you the actual happenings. FACTS. I want you all to get an understanding of what happened. Read this shit and put yourself in my size 12's. How would you feel? So after you read this, prepare yourself for Part 2, which should be up tomorrow night. Compare your feelings to mine.

Before I really get into it, I know that some of the people I have recently become acquainted with will read this blog. So let me remind everyone why I write these. Sometimes I feel as though the people around me get so caught up in my extrovert nature and my wisecracks that they forget I have feelings too..Yuck. Rewind. I sounded like a wet-lipped bitch. Sometimes niggas forget that I deal with shit too so I have to remind yall. There we go. But mostly, it's an inner release. Writing about my various fiascos, diasters, and awkward situations in a comical way almost eases the actual negative emotions I experienced while progressing through them. I want you to laugh while at the same time thinking about similar situations in your own life and understanding who the fuck Trey is.

Lately I really have spending so much time with friends that I haven't been sleeping. When people ask me to hangout, I always say yes without a second thought. I don't really have my own friend circle here which I am okay with but still. I love that I've been getting closer to Karissa and Oneyka. Shai Ann has definitely earned her spot as one of my best friends, however I'm concerned with how often we will be hanging out when Paaks moves back.

I've been getting close to Oneyka's friends but that's just it, they're HER friends and I have to remember that. See they have their own dynamic set up already and you know I'm kind of apprehensive about becoming too close to them, but that will be discussed in Part 2.

This last week has been absolutely bananas, and I didn't even have sex with anyone!...okay well I did, but that's beside the point. Let's just get right into it.

So about a week ago (week ago), I had a little kickback at my place. I actually dropped $50 on liquor alone and that's not including the chasers, mixers, solo cups, and the watermelon. This night was just kind of annoying altogether because of the following reasons:

1) I ended up getting written up for a noise violation and consequently have to go meet with the Student Rights and Responsibilities. No RA knocked on my door and it was actually 18 minutes past Quiet Hours. It was fucking 12:30am on a saturday night. Helloooooo this is college. I'm still gonna do what the fuck I want simply because I'm paying $838 a month to stay there.

2) I did spend a pretty penny on alcohol and I was slightly perturbed that out of all the people that came, no one brought any themselves. A handle of vodka and two bottles of rum is not enough for 20+ people. Just something to keep in the back of my head. Not a big deal cuz it ain't nothing to a nigga like the kid.

3) I invited quite a few of my friends, many of whom told me they were coming. only, alot didn't. If you didn't want to come, why not just say so? I swear I'm so real that I respect when others are real with me. I get more annoyed when you lie about doing something more so than if you straight up tell me you don't wanna do it. At times, I believe that people are afraid to tell me no. And I won't even name folks but just know the kid is still a little pressed at you.

4) Andy was supposed to come and lied to me about where he was later on. Thus starting the next segment.

So my dedicated readers will remember that name simply because I have referenced it in previous posts, let me remind your ass:

September 21st, 2014 - "The Water Bearer"
 "Still thinking about the time I spent with Adrian from UCF. If the plate is clean, I'll eat off it ;)"

October 12th, 2014 - "Treynaconda" 
"Continuing on, I hooked up with this boy named Andy who actually goes to UCF. I really started to like him but I really don't have the time or energy for anyone who adds confusion to my life. I posted something on my snapstory and he took it personally (they all do). Look. I be tryna tell yall. If I'm referring to you, I'll say your name. If not, just assume I'm referring to every boy I'm talking to. Ha."

November 3rd, 2014 - "Steak and Wait"
"My boy from UCF got put on the backburner when I found out he is still infatuated with his Ex. I don't got time to be competing with some whack nigga. Straight like that,."


Firstly, I would like to rescind the comment I made because that "whack nigga"is actually cool as fuck. Corny, but cool. But like the cool kind of corny, ya know?

A few weeks ago, Oneyka invited me to thirsty thursday at her place and I met him. Although I won't be saying anything that would embarrass or upset him, I'm going to give him the nickname, Dildo, because I have already made reference to another Anthony in past posts and I don't want yall getting confused. I'm calling him Dildo for reasons that will soon be apparent. Anyway, he was really nice and sweet that thursday. I also met Mitcheld that night along with some of the others in their crew: Karina, Kimmy, Baustin, Leland, Andres, and Cesar.

To make an incredibly long story somewhat shorter, I realized that Andy would begin text me when he saw snaps where I was around Dildo. A few days after the thursday, I met up with Dildo at his place of business and make sure to capture a candid of him on my snap story, which of course (scoffs) warranted a text from Andy. Fast forward, Andy comes over to my place last sunday. He honestly came onto me and although I initially did not plan on having relations with him, the dick gets what the dick wants. It was alright. Probably better for him. You know, just as a side note, he never sucked my dick either time we smashed. I'm lowkey okay with that because he has some large chompers and I didn't want him taking a bite of my sausage.

So after we showered and all, he gets diarrhea of the mouth and...let's just say he makes some incredulous accusations concerning Dildo and surprisingly, Mitcheld. With Dildo, he says some things that really could get a nigga locked up for doing. Regardless of the validity, they're just not things you should tell someone that you've only seen twice. So I worked with Onyeka that night, and honestly I didn't feel close enough to tell her what Andy had said, mostly because I knew it was all lies anyway and the kid didn't wanna stir the already-overflowing pot of bullshit prepared by Chef Andy himself. Because after a day thinking that Andy really was into me, Onyeka tells me that Andy basically told her the exact opposite of what he told me.

(Pause, Now if you know me, you already know how this is gonna end. Play. )
So I naturally started breathing actual fire and before I burnt down Holly M, I told Onyeka everything that he had told me. It made her sick that someone she called her friend talked about people he was supposed to be close to. It made me sick that the bumhole of a bitch ass nigga was actually in my mouth about 12 hours earlier. Antywayz. (Fast Forward)

I end up telling Mitcheld about what he said on wednesday night. I also got his fuck ass on the phone on speaker and got him to (somewhat) admit to what he had said. I hung up and when his ass called back, Oneyka picked up the phone. You can imagine how that went. He claimed he was having a nervous breakdown and I laaaaaaaughed like this bahaahhahamuahahgagahahamfhahabdaojfamda! you THOUGHT you were Regina George. Needless to say, he won't be receiving any of the King's time or dick anymore.

I know some of you are wondering why I don't just pursue Dildo as a potential love interest.
Well....I'll get to that in Part 2 ;)
Stay tuned, hoes.