"well, well, well, what the f is this?"
i must be out of my frikkin' mind. i just (mostly) watched the 5 episodes of r. kelly's stupid "trapped in the closet" saga. the biggest waste of 30 minutes ever. i don't know why i watched it. i detest r. kelly. but it was kind of like a bad car wreck. i just couldn't look away.
something that is not a waste of time... i really love the new g love coke commercial. i wish they always showed the full cut. ...i miss g love. he always makes me feel so...tranquil? (lack of a better word). i think tomorrow i will pull out Philadelphonic for a good time.
mi amiga - lo ciento for missing your call earlier. i was not yet mimis. i simply had my ringer set to silencio. and now its probably too late to call you back. ?manana?
uhm...
where am i?
nobody knows me and i don't know
anyone can
anyone can
nobody does
nobody does
somebody should
everyone keeps on talking like they got the answer
what was the question?
well i know that
blood bleeds
i've been contemplating taking some writing classes for shits & giggles... (yeah, yeah, yeah. shoulda listened to the repeated pleas of my english teachers all those years ago.) i found out someone i was competitive with in high school (although he was two years my senior - and hence preceded me as yearbook editor) went off to Boston & got a degree in Communications, which he has used to work in varied positions across the east coast. including stints with some of the better vh1 shows, and many cool band interviews (i googled him today). he's now the arts & entertainment editor for an independent paper in Pensacola. he missed his family too - but he's still doing what he loves.
i've also volunteered my writing/research services to Queer Planet, an Australian based web/news source that has recently expanded their efforts to the "good ol' " u.s. of a. not sure exactly to what extent i will work with them, but considering we're all volunteers, and a start-up group at that, there's a wealth of opportunity. it should be great experience and an educational avenue to broaden my horizons on a subject i feel passionate about if nothing more. i've been corresponding with one of the states-side editors who lives in Long Beach, and he just now (i'm multi-tasking, checking emails & journaling all at once) asked if I'd like to cover San Diego Pride. scary. exciting. oh my god. where do i start? oooooooo, i feel nervous & happy. i can DO this!
so go on. move me. i can write when i have something i care about. when something hurts. when something infuriates me. when something touches me. i can. i can. i can. fuck writers block. that plague is over. i banish it to that special fucked up place i've banished old boyfriends & embarassing moments. out of site, out of mind.
can't wait wait wait to move move move. i wish some financially responsible person could come take my lease out of my hands.
must.
practice.
patience.
something that is not a waste of time... i really love the new g love coke commercial. i wish they always showed the full cut. ...i miss g love. he always makes me feel so...tranquil? (lack of a better word). i think tomorrow i will pull out Philadelphonic for a good time.
mi amiga - lo ciento for missing your call earlier. i was not yet mimis. i simply had my ringer set to silencio. and now its probably too late to call you back. ?manana?
uhm...
where am i?
nobody knows me and i don't know
anyone can
anyone can
nobody does
nobody does
somebody should
everyone keeps on talking like they got the answer
what was the question?
well i know that
blood bleeds
i've been contemplating taking some writing classes for shits & giggles... (yeah, yeah, yeah. shoulda listened to the repeated pleas of my english teachers all those years ago.) i found out someone i was competitive with in high school (although he was two years my senior - and hence preceded me as yearbook editor) went off to Boston & got a degree in Communications, which he has used to work in varied positions across the east coast. including stints with some of the better vh1 shows, and many cool band interviews (i googled him today). he's now the arts & entertainment editor for an independent paper in Pensacola. he missed his family too - but he's still doing what he loves.
i've also volunteered my writing/research services to Queer Planet, an Australian based web/news source that has recently expanded their efforts to the "good ol' " u.s. of a. not sure exactly to what extent i will work with them, but considering we're all volunteers, and a start-up group at that, there's a wealth of opportunity. it should be great experience and an educational avenue to broaden my horizons on a subject i feel passionate about if nothing more. i've been corresponding with one of the states-side editors who lives in Long Beach, and he just now (i'm multi-tasking, checking emails & journaling all at once) asked if I'd like to cover San Diego Pride. scary. exciting. oh my god. where do i start? oooooooo, i feel nervous & happy. i can DO this!
so go on. move me. i can write when i have something i care about. when something hurts. when something infuriates me. when something touches me. i can. i can. i can. fuck writers block. that plague is over. i banish it to that special fucked up place i've banished old boyfriends & embarassing moments. out of site, out of mind.
can't wait wait wait to move move move. i wish some financially responsible person could come take my lease out of my hands.
must.
practice.
patience.