Tuesday, December 2
an actual blog; one of few.
changed a few small details to freshen things up.
that teal was killing me and it was time for a slight change anyway.
i'm fighting winter depression.
historically this is the time of year that I surrender to the allure of all things emo.
im doing a damn good job of focusing on the positive+
im not a huge fan of change, I bought of few of their albums but im not impressed.
i dunno i just don't get the appeal.
sidenote of the century,
solange knowles wins album of the year.
if she doesn't get nominated for any grammies i swear i'm pitch a fucking tent!
seriously hadley street beats bitches up, like seriously.
"i told ya sooooo"
i only say that because i'm listening to her record again!
i can't stop. she is my unsung hero: sorry colin munroe.
i think for some reason that i didn't get into the spring program for grad school.
i'm ambivalent. i think this happened for a reason.
still, i have a feeling. i'm not optimistic in the least bit.
something is telling me there is a problem with my application, or something trifling.
it is all good.
i need to get in touch with my spiritual self again. to do so i must avoid the following:
churches, priests, religious text, the zeitgeist movies, holy water, and television.
i've become a drone, moving to the pulse of the rest of the world.
i used to have my own cadence. i used to have things relatively figured out.
i don't feel lost, i'm stuck in traffic.
i need to turn off the radio, the engine, open the door and walk to the nearest exit.
fearless is freedom.
i want to be free! right now im way too expensive. my price tag is preposterously absurd!
i try to think back to a time when i was truly happy, couldn't.
i was a submissive yet cantankerous child and a tortured teenager.
now im a silly ass twenty something with a cat named after a reality tv star (no relation.)
"this bird's not slowing down...." -solange.
actually this bird is easily distracted, show me some shiny and bright and im urs.
i need some more excitement in my life.
i need someone to pull me out of the bio-dome im trapped in.
anyone will suffice, a mail carrier, britney spears, the ghost of Birthdays Past or God|herself.
one thing though, they should wear teal, i kinda miss it.
oh and they should have a pilot's license and a cat so our cats can chill together.
i dare to share and dream to scheme.
i am dr. evil. *sometimes*
have you heard the new kanye?
DAMN bitch i told [him] to bring something hot but this in on fiya (baby gat.)
if my life was sitcom (listen to me, if! LOL.anywho) this would be the boring season.
you know that one season that loses rating and viewers get bored.
but alas, vindication will come.
next season is going to be incredible.
super powers, love triangles, robots, dream sequences, explosions, space exploration
& adult situations with brief (tasteful) nudity.
stay tuned! except during commercials, then you can flip, but come back bitches
or you'll miss the good part.
c#@$3
[what a lame signature, *points up and laughs hysterically]
farewell for real.
December 2, 2008 at 8:58 AM
I love it.
December 5, 2008 at 11:14 AM
this explains a lot.
i envy your writing skils.
im sick of this rut.
i want things to drastically change for us both.
maybe the entrapment is an illusion?