Misplaced
I dont' wanna call myself lost, because i don't think I am. I feel more "misplaced" than anything else. I've been wondering around the office today. And finally weined myself from the one desk I thought I would permanantly have to be sitting at for Kent's office where the summer interns congregate. I go in there and talk and file papers. It's nice. And 102.7 plays in there rather than the dreaded V100. David is wearing the funny "If ya see da police- warn a brother" shirt that so many guys had on stage at the concert. Last night me and Clare attempted to smoke for the hundreth time and of course it didn't work. But that's ok, it wasn't meant to be I assume. But we had a nice time watchin Brown Sugar at her place. But she thinks I like it 'cause it has black people' and that's just not true. When I first rented that movie I coudln't stop thinking about it. That movie jus really touches me. I was thinkin today about where Ima live when I grow up cause the interns were talkin bout it. And I neva thought bout it before, but Ima have to live in NYC or LA cause those are the only places record labels,