Shia Fucking LaBeouf.

When asked by Details magazine in an interview for their August if he'd ever been intimate with Megan, Shia nodded in the affirmative.

"Look, you're on the set for six months, with someone who's rooting to be attracted to you, and you're rooting to be attracted to them," he told Details. "I never understood the separation of work and life in that situation. But the time I spent with Megan was our own thing, and I think you can see the chemistry onscreen."
When asked if Megan, 25, was with then-boyfriend-and-now-husband Brian Austin Green at the time, Shia said, "I don't know, man. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know," repeating the phrase 12 separate times, then added, "It was what it was."
I personally think Megan Fox is crazy overrated, but what a fucking G. This guy banged one of the women that most men dream about bagging, then broke the cardinal rule of kiss and tell. "It was what it was". How G is that? Like, yeah I just banged one of the top 5 most wanted women in America, no big deal. I feels that homie. I know he was probably thinking, "Well fuck. She's married, she's not in Transformers anymore, fuck it!" Not only does the jealousy from males around the world go up seven fold, but his "women wanna fuck me" points just about maxed out. Power move my man. I salute you.


Better Late Than Never.

We Here.

Remember That Suit

That I kept talking about? Remember I wouldn't shut the fuck up about it? Here it is.
G-Shit right? Shoutout to Kathy for the picture. My pants weren't that tight though. It's always something.

Anyway, I bought this suit for a wedding. And not just any wedding, but my bestfriend's sister's wedding. She and her now hubby have been together since sophomore year of high school, and finally after all these years, and after they both finished college, they finally tied the knot. This was by far the best wedding that I've been to for many reasons. But what stuck out most is being able to look around and see all of these couples that have been married for so long, come together to welcome a new couple into the fraternity of marriage. It really is a beautiful thing. Here's some of the magic that was captured on that day.

My homie Junior is fourth from the front.
The Handsome Groom.
The Beautiful Bride.

Um.. Hi.

Sorry I've been away for so long. At first I was thinking it was because I've been busy with moving. Then I was thinking it's because I've been busy with work. Then I thought it was because I've been busy with getting re-acclimated with working out. But then... I realized, no matter how busy I ever was in College Station, whether I was working 40 hours or 60 hours, I always had time to write. So what is it? What is it that has kept me from writing? I've been scared. Scare for many reasons.
  I started a blog so I could write about my feelings, and the thoughts that often plague me before I go to sleep. And so far I've loved it. I've found it just as therapeutic as everyone has always told me that writing is. But what happens when you realize that other people actually read the shit that you write? It's like you're giving people a free pass into your head. Into the way you think. People start to talk to you and begin to think they know you? And they don't know you. Or do they? I mean, to some extent they do, right? I consider to be myself to be a fairly private person, so for me, this can be scary at times. Juxtaposition. I like that word.
 I  have also been trying to figure out exactly what it is that I want. In life. What do I want. Do I ever want to get married? What type of woman do I want to marry? What type of woman do I want to date? Do I trust women? Am I ready to trust women? Are women trustworthy? Am I trustworthy? Who the fuck am I? Who is Trent Thompson? What am I doing with my life?
 All of these questions. All of these things, all of a sudden I feel like the internet is to public of a place to spill my big bowl of brains into. But you know what? Fuck it. Right? Fuck it. You will know me, I will never know most of you, take my material however you'd like. At the end of the day I will be able to sleep well knowing that I still don't give one single fuck.


Yeezy Samples > Cure for AIDS

 Any kid who was a product of a divorce or raised by a single mom can relate to this song. It's like he summed up my middle school life in one song. This sample makes me miss the College Dropout Yeezy. Damn.