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been keeping up with all the major TV shows:
House, Family Guy, Office, 30 Rock. With Lost, I just fall behind, read some shocking summaries, and get on with life without the complications it brings to my thought process. The middle aged white woman in my limbs is great.
Anywho, writing a book sure is hard work, huh? Personal challenge or not, which I just thrive on (weight loss challenges, nocturnalism, test patterns, cleanse, fast, work, food, eat, play, make music, God, No God) , but this whole life of small and big games is exhausting. This is how my fucked up head works. You know when you walk-race with a stranger, or even with a car, while they are completely unaware that they are in a race? In that moment the road or the sidewalk, to you, is an epic display of competition. Well I do that with myself with a lot of things. Of course the success rate is pretty low.
And this place is sort of a score sheet for myself, riddled with a few glitches.
Anywho,
Finally drew up some planning.
Got switched to dishes at work because I could relish on the wastefulness of Americans, not smile at people (Which was a problem to them), and listen to some tunes.
Went to the gym then the library, cancelled out the workout by getting a vanilla latte.
Made some songs. Not sure how living arrangements are gonna be.
Lemon cleanse start reset tomorrow I hope.
Read that like a robot.
All the while, wishing furiously that I talked more like Mos Def, in that sort of tired, big-lipped, smooth velvet chocolate, seducer of the big booty mamas kinda way.
ya feel?
Anyways, other than that
here's to hoping that everyone's trying to do their best,
not being an ass about what they've been given, inspired and inspiring, active and proactive.
Vote for Obama, guys. WE NEED THIS!
Look at this MUTHAFUCKA.
WHAT HAVE I DONE LATELY