*God is love and love is real...*
i had the weirdest dream last night. i was at sxsw or cmj, or one of those trendy / cool places with the showcases. so everyone at work and a bunch of bands are at this showcase, and it turns out, i'm the performer. not just a performer, but a freestyler rapper. and i just get frantic and think, "what the hell am I doing here?! i can't do this...I don't know how to rap!" but the stage manager just puts this head-set mic on me and pushes me out to the stage. yeah, that's right, a head-set mic! And while I'm being pushed out on stage i yell at john frazier, "EVERYONE knows you're the best free style rapper at Tooth & Nail! Why am I doing this?!" (what? John Frazier, a rapper? makes no sense in reality!) but i get forced out anyway. and i'm there, and the beat starts and i just start dancing, and then turn my mic off so they think there are technical difficulties. so just to keep the crowd going (it was a rowdy crowd) i start dancing, and pretending that i'm pissed because my mic isn't working. anyway, i get the crowd movin' and groovin' and when no one is paying attention (which is really impossible in this scenario) I ran for the door...and kept running...and I was so panic-stricken and out of breath. and running and running...and then Dusty saved my life by text messaged me at 6am. I woke up and was SO relieved to not be a freestyle rapper! *sigh*...thank you dusty!
anyway...last week I was really distracted. this week shall be a new story. Back to work, just work. No distractions. This is how it should be anyway. this makes much more sense to me.
Heroes of the day: Jonah and Dusty...thank you boys!
anyway...last week I was really distracted. this week shall be a new story. Back to work, just work. No distractions. This is how it should be anyway. this makes much more sense to me.
Heroes of the day: Jonah and Dusty...thank you boys!