how many weeks are there?
some things:
i) 'another tough day down at the info factory.' - me, on my job.
ii) me and the crew (sonya, jess and carol) stepped out to smiling buddha on friday. we didn't know they were going to throw a dance contest at us, and they didn't know i've never once backed down from one. won 25$ and second place. only thing between me and first was the fact the crowd already knew 'jenn.' but they knew my name by the end of it. just a warning if you and your people ever try frontin round me and mine: we come to bring it, night in and night out.
epilogue: jenn and i met again last night at white orchid and we found some time to get nostalgic with a mini-dance battle. her gay friends love me. but who invited the creepy russian in the tuxedo?
iii) having a real, real hard time envisioning a life path that'll lead to happiness. do i stay here in toronto, accumulate goods, money and quality employment? or do i fuck off to wander the earth alone? with jess headed back to school and carol to ireland not long after the crew is set to fracture by the end of summer, and my oldboys have been gone some time already. seems to me either decision results in me dealing with me alone. and that's never been an easy prospect.
i can't get over the nepalese dude on the flight from tokyo telling me that i should go to india. and i can't get over the idea of coming back from 'away' again only to find myself in exactly the same position i'm in right now.
could this be the kind of shit that leads toward getting married and having kids? but i think i need a girlfriend first...
iv) 'psshhh. women, who the fuck needs that? NOT worth stressing about.' - me, in a moment of epiphane. (which was quickly forgotten in the sudden onrush of sunday night loneliness and sexual frustration.)
v) another moment of clarity: while showering on wednsday i told myself that once the day was done the week would be more than half finished. this was a good feeling, but then i thought - how many weeks do you get in your life? why do i wish this one was over?
how many weeks are there? there's no way to know, but it's certain there's fewer than you'll want.
i) 'another tough day down at the info factory.' - me, on my job.
ii) me and the crew (sonya, jess and carol) stepped out to smiling buddha on friday. we didn't know they were going to throw a dance contest at us, and they didn't know i've never once backed down from one. won 25$ and second place. only thing between me and first was the fact the crowd already knew 'jenn.' but they knew my name by the end of it. just a warning if you and your people ever try frontin round me and mine: we come to bring it, night in and night out.
epilogue: jenn and i met again last night at white orchid and we found some time to get nostalgic with a mini-dance battle. her gay friends love me. but who invited the creepy russian in the tuxedo?
iii) having a real, real hard time envisioning a life path that'll lead to happiness. do i stay here in toronto, accumulate goods, money and quality employment? or do i fuck off to wander the earth alone? with jess headed back to school and carol to ireland not long after the crew is set to fracture by the end of summer, and my oldboys have been gone some time already. seems to me either decision results in me dealing with me alone. and that's never been an easy prospect.
i can't get over the nepalese dude on the flight from tokyo telling me that i should go to india. and i can't get over the idea of coming back from 'away' again only to find myself in exactly the same position i'm in right now.
could this be the kind of shit that leads toward getting married and having kids? but i think i need a girlfriend first...
iv) 'psshhh. women, who the fuck needs that? NOT worth stressing about.' - me, in a moment of epiphane. (which was quickly forgotten in the sudden onrush of sunday night loneliness and sexual frustration.)
v) another moment of clarity: while showering on wednsday i told myself that once the day was done the week would be more than half finished. this was a good feeling, but then i thought - how many weeks do you get in your life? why do i wish this one was over?
how many weeks are there? there's no way to know, but it's certain there's fewer than you'll want.