Start spreadin the news
On my way to work this morning I saw an old woman wearing the green Pumas that I’ve been coveting since time began. I was like, “Damn Granny…why you gotta be throwin that in my face like that?!” I do not know what came over me.
This entry (in all likelihood) is probably going to be my last journal entry from Dresden for awhile. If my hastily-made, shab-alicious plans come to fruition, I’ll be heading back here…hopefully sometime around the end of July, beginning of August.
I probably don’t need to reiterate that last year was full of (its share of ) ups and (more than a few) downs. Some of it I’ve discussed with people, and a lot of it I haven’t. Sometimes I really wish that I had the verbal and mental capacity to precisely articulate exactly everything that’s happened, but I don’t. It’s one of those things where you just had to be there or be me. Unfortunately scientists ditched plans for developing the “Being Raven Brooks” technology sometime during the summer of ’81.
In 2001 I kept a (made-of-paper, non-live) journal of my grand adventures across the big pond. Except I didn’t call it that. It was actually called “The Big Green Book of Grievances (or how I spent a year in Europe and lived to tell about it)”. On a semi-regular basis I wrote about all the things I did and some feelings and shit. It was basically all there: the great (Hamburg), the not-so-great (Hamburg), and downright awful (Au-pairing). When I didn’t feel like writing, I just taped stuff in it (polaroids, concert stubs, etc). The funny thing (not funny ha-ha) is that since that time, I’ve hardly ever gone back and re-read it. Maybe twice. And both times as a means of procrastinating from packing. I think it’s one of the good things about paper journals. They offer you some kind of level of closure on events. I mean, c’mon…it’s a book and you can physically close it. How much realer can it get?
The good thing about having an online journal (at least for me and at least at this point in time) is that it helps me feel not so far away from people who, in actuality, are pretty goddamn far away. Mmmm the internet is tasty good like that. Perhaps not the most well-crafted tool for closure -- unless, of course, we’re talking about the stroke of genius that is Goodbye Bitch.com -- but nevertheless tasty good.
Annnnnnnnnyway summing it all up…
isn’t it crazy how Lil’ Kim is going to jail for a year? I mean life is wild like that. Granted, she probably shouldn’t have lied in court. That was incredibly retarded on her part. But such is life, my friends.
Sometimes you just do some retarded-ass shit.
One day you’re a multi-platinum-selling, dirty-ass ho of a rapper when all of a sudden [insert bonehead fuck up here] and the next day you’re just a dirty-ass ho in a federal penitentiary, cursing the day that Biggie Smalls died.
Ain’t really nothin left to do …’cept get crackin on that lemonade.
This entry (in all likelihood) is probably going to be my last journal entry from Dresden for awhile. If my hastily-made, shab-alicious plans come to fruition, I’ll be heading back here…hopefully sometime around the end of July, beginning of August.
I probably don’t need to reiterate that last year was full of (its share of ) ups and (more than a few) downs. Some of it I’ve discussed with people, and a lot of it I haven’t. Sometimes I really wish that I had the verbal and mental capacity to precisely articulate exactly everything that’s happened, but I don’t. It’s one of those things where you just had to be there or be me. Unfortunately scientists ditched plans for developing the “Being Raven Brooks” technology sometime during the summer of ’81.
In 2001 I kept a (made-of-paper, non-live) journal of my grand adventures across the big pond. Except I didn’t call it that. It was actually called “The Big Green Book of Grievances (or how I spent a year in Europe and lived to tell about it)”. On a semi-regular basis I wrote about all the things I did and some feelings and shit. It was basically all there: the great (Hamburg), the not-so-great (Hamburg), and downright awful (Au-pairing). When I didn’t feel like writing, I just taped stuff in it (polaroids, concert stubs, etc). The funny thing (not funny ha-ha) is that since that time, I’ve hardly ever gone back and re-read it. Maybe twice. And both times as a means of procrastinating from packing. I think it’s one of the good things about paper journals. They offer you some kind of level of closure on events. I mean, c’mon…it’s a book and you can physically close it. How much realer can it get?
The good thing about having an online journal (at least for me and at least at this point in time) is that it helps me feel not so far away from people who, in actuality, are pretty goddamn far away. Mmmm the internet is tasty good like that. Perhaps not the most well-crafted tool for closure -- unless, of course, we’re talking about the stroke of genius that is Goodbye Bitch.com -- but nevertheless tasty good.
Annnnnnnnnyway summing it all up…
isn’t it crazy how Lil’ Kim is going to jail for a year? I mean life is wild like that. Granted, she probably shouldn’t have lied in court. That was incredibly retarded on her part. But such is life, my friends.
Sometimes you just do some retarded-ass shit.
One day you’re a multi-platinum-selling, dirty-ass ho of a rapper when all of a sudden [insert bonehead fuck up here] and the next day you’re just a dirty-ass ho in a federal penitentiary, cursing the day that Biggie Smalls died.
Ain’t really nothin left to do …’cept get crackin on that lemonade.