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I SOOOOO NEED to be asleep. My schedule has been WAYYY off.
A part of me feels like maybe I need to empty out my mind--hence me dusting off my lj again, for my monthly entry,
The art of spoken word haunts me even in my writing now, up where I wrote "I need to empty out my mind" if that quote/statement were from a spoken word piece, performed as a group, the backgrounders would quote BlackStar and say "so much on my mind I just can't recline." CORNY, CRAZY and slightly creative, but this is how my mind works. Not hyping it up or saying that's anything unique, but it's just one of those things I typically wouldn't share because I feel like WHO DOES THAT? When in reality, I'm sure everyone actually does shit like that.
Anyway, lotta things have changed. Lotta things have not. I'm not really about to get into that though--but instead just say: Things right now are exciting and things are sad, simultaneously--but I'm rolling with greatness to manifest EITHER WAY...whatever the outcome.
In "Tales of Jessica Seeing Crazy Shit"--
Yesterday--well Sunday-- I'm at the supermarket. In the parking lot, just circling until I found a good place to post up. I see this man DART out of the store, running extremely fast. Seconds later, a dude follows--chasing him. He reaches the first runner, tackles him--then a JAKE (lol who still says that? #trappedinthe90snigga) comes out of no where and jumps out an undercover car, helps the dude who tackled him to get the runner up on his feet. The runner is being super disagreeable (obviously)--as he's struggling to NOT cooperate--his shorts fall down. This man has on NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO underwear. I only saw CHEEKS. No, I couldn't see the member, was on the wrong side. The police are letting him free one hand to fix his pants....WTF...like this is just the sunday afternoon supermarket sweep and this shit is happening.
This is literally the 3rd bare BLACK ass I've seen in these Chicago streets in the past two months. First dude though.
Got up with the homie, C-sario today. Crazy to be around, but good times. :)
Weird that it's now limited...and not on any romantic type shit, but moreso on some this is someone I had access to ALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL THE TIME for a LONGGGG TIME.
Though I rambled about nothing--I think that was enough clearance to allow some shut-eye.
All my Southern homies lied to me about calling back.
OH AND HOW COULD I FORGET to mention this--the Blackhawks WON the cup.
Normally, I wouldn't care as much.But the family that owns the Blackhawks also owns my office building which means the day of the parade it's going to be SO fuckin' wild. People have showed me pictures from the winning in 2010 & when i tell you, Michigan Ave was a sea of red t-shirts---it's no joke. I'm geeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeked up.
Okay--goodnight.
A part of me feels like maybe I need to empty out my mind--hence me dusting off my lj again, for my monthly entry,
The art of spoken word haunts me even in my writing now, up where I wrote "I need to empty out my mind" if that quote/statement were from a spoken word piece, performed as a group, the backgrounders would quote BlackStar and say "so much on my mind I just can't recline." CORNY, CRAZY and slightly creative, but this is how my mind works. Not hyping it up or saying that's anything unique, but it's just one of those things I typically wouldn't share because I feel like WHO DOES THAT? When in reality, I'm sure everyone actually does shit like that.
Anyway, lotta things have changed. Lotta things have not. I'm not really about to get into that though--but instead just say: Things right now are exciting and things are sad, simultaneously--but I'm rolling with greatness to manifest EITHER WAY...whatever the outcome.
In "Tales of Jessica Seeing Crazy Shit"--
Yesterday--well Sunday-- I'm at the supermarket. In the parking lot, just circling until I found a good place to post up. I see this man DART out of the store, running extremely fast. Seconds later, a dude follows--chasing him. He reaches the first runner, tackles him--then a JAKE (lol who still says that? #trappedinthe90snigga) comes out of no where and jumps out an undercover car, helps the dude who tackled him to get the runner up on his feet. The runner is being super disagreeable (obviously)--as he's struggling to NOT cooperate--his shorts fall down. This man has on NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO underwear. I only saw CHEEKS. No, I couldn't see the member, was on the wrong side. The police are letting him free one hand to fix his pants....WTF...like this is just the sunday afternoon supermarket sweep and this shit is happening.
This is literally the 3rd bare BLACK ass I've seen in these Chicago streets in the past two months. First dude though.
Got up with the homie, C-sario today. Crazy to be around, but good times. :)
Weird that it's now limited...and not on any romantic type shit, but moreso on some this is someone I had access to ALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL THE TIME for a LONGGGG TIME.
Though I rambled about nothing--I think that was enough clearance to allow some shut-eye.
All my Southern homies lied to me about calling back.
OH AND HOW COULD I FORGET to mention this--the Blackhawks WON the cup.
Normally, I wouldn't care as much.But the family that owns the Blackhawks also owns my office building which means the day of the parade it's going to be SO fuckin' wild. People have showed me pictures from the winning in 2010 & when i tell you, Michigan Ave was a sea of red t-shirts---it's no joke. I'm geeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeked up.
Okay--goodnight.