i'm a bored ass mofo... with some studying to do before the big test comes along ( Read more... )

hey, i'm still alive, and i think my writing musicle has atrophied to near-paraplegic status, so i guess i'm gonna start posting up shit here from time to time to keep my head nimble.

yeah.... now to find something worth writing about.

r.

i've never been good at making relationships blossom, let alone juggle the intricacies that entail from trying to make them work. but lately i've been trying to jump-start one up with someone i'm genuinely interested in (which is a tragic rarity in my strange life), and at times it feels like im drawing blanks, or clutching at straws, with what i ( Read more... )

i need to get paid.

r.

i think i've found an anthem. rjd2's ghostwriter always seems to put me in that feel-good niche of a spot that makes me feel like i'm strolling through a late 50's backdrop with an scratchy ol' dusty lp record soflty playing the background. old men with long sun-darkened gaunt faces are playing dominoes in parks nearby as they recount the early ( Read more... )

so it's all about 2 live crew tonight, at studio a, a newbie in the mainland nightclub circuit, another sweat box to chalk it up to on the list. ass shaking and vokda sours and ladyfinger sized spliffs to jump start the evening, then hearing uncle luke scream at the top of his lungs "LET A NIGGA GET A TABLE DANCE ( Read more... )

hmm.... i wish my room were really a skittle-colored ball pit, with a self-cleaning purple pleather moon walk for my adjoining bathroom. drunken trips to drain the main vein would be much more interesting.

r.

so... I've been working 40 hour weeks throwing pizza dough high in the air, spent weeks mastering my craft of rotating and gyrating the globby stuff into a near-perfect circle. fun stuff, pretty good pay, can't complain all-together. I do want to slip back into the grimy-fingernail rut of college, working the classrooms for grades and the hallways ( Read more... )

nothing new over here. execpt... an acid trip thru the dark streets of Katrina's windy wrath... the manic days of wax-melting heat and noir from lack of power.... blowing my mind through the newfound classes and happiness settling like brittle serenity from surviving a car crash... a creative writing class that demands my thoroughly numbed brain to ( Read more... )

i finally got a computer, placing me possibly a handful of steps closer to the technological sprawl that this society subtly demands of us. i've been on it for a greater part of the day, pipelining music from a myriad of mp3 cds and store bought ones, i have the inborn feeling that, alongside with my recently purchased 8th of the good smoke ( Read more... )