This brightened my day and made me feel a bit less assholic:
You're Gangsta Bitch Barbie. You're tough and you
like it rough, and of course you like to pop a
cap in any wiggers ass.
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My only other comment of the day is that I'm sick and fuckin tired of people coming to me as some source of advice / wisdom / intelligence / forward motion in life. Maybe I'm just a kid who doesn't know shit. Why do I always have to have an answer to things? I think lately people have been reacting to me as though I fit into the career test profile that I did in high school; apparently I'm supposed to be a psychologist. Maybe I just say things with such conviction that they are believeable...even if they aren't true or if I don't personally believe them. Fuck conviction. Fuck advise. Fuck knowing what you are talking about.
With the Quickness
I'm at work, and am being a slacker. Right now, I'm calling lots of '88 alums to get them to write to members of x group to encourage their attendance at reunion. I leave messages in perktastic voices, all while thinking thoughts of destroying copiers and tps reports. At least I've got radio radio to help me. While I do a mini rant on work (I'm actually not unhappy, tho my productivity levels are on the sink here) I went into the Mart the other night to acquire some canvas / painting gear...I was with my friend Lucas (let me rave on how much this kid has saved my life) and I realized how traumatic my MART experience was last summer. Part of it was the 80 hr work week, part of it was the dept store vibe, part of it was the overnight exp, part of it was...it was awful, by all accounts, the worst job I have ever had. So, we were just swinging in to get some canvas (turned into getting good stock paper), and I was feelin like it was death. Aaaah. But then the night was good - we drank wine and painted and listened to music. Brilliant. Lucas and I have this amazing creative connection, and we're collaborating all all kinds of shit - from painting to the play to music as a definite possible next. Since we have such good energy when we're together (no I'm not saying vibe here) it would be great to channel that into a musical direction. I haven't met someone who I've connected with in such a deep way like this in a really long time. I feel like I've known him for years in some pseudo-reincarnation kind of way - Egypt maybe. Yes, I sound new agey. Fuck it, right? He puts a smile on my face. We went to see a week ago, and it was fuckin awesome - he and I were just jumping around and boppin to Xina and John Doe. MMMMM. Ryan and Rick who we went with weren't really diggin on it as much...but Lucas and I were all about it. I can tell that he and I will get into some adventures together.
What else? Not much. Work is work. I dig B. I get paid to recommend books and music to people, and it's a chill environment.
Nada mucho mas. I have a swim regimen of 20 laps a day (or at least when I swim everyday heh heh heh).
Saw
28 Days Later, mixed emotions here.
Save tha drama for your mama -
Peace out.
