FIRST THINGS FIRST - if u dont laugh at
this, u & i are no longer friends.
movin on
i got 2hunnit dollars in my back right pocket & 3hunnit more in the bank, freshly depositied. life wld be great if i aint hafta spend them duckets goin to wisconsin this weekend.
still dont wanna go
but im bein optimistic, really
plus ima be sure & be cute evryday cause i might cld get me a boyfriend while im there.
k, im lyin
but i wanna look nice. ive been lookin the way ive been feelin lately & that is not a good thing, friends. i went to class this mornin in my pajamas, hair uncombed & gave not a fuck about it.
i think after class today ima walk down to rite aid & pick up a XXL to read on the plane. my short attn span havin ass is actually gonna read like, evryarticle therein cause i wanna get a feel for the kinda things they publish.
justyn told me that XXL is 50% freelance written & they pay $1 per word per article published.
i stole his idea, made a copy, put one in my pocket & gave the other to dave. im tryna get me and my ppls paid.
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speakin of writing, i did some yessaday. i dont like it, of course. i posted
it on the freestyle boards @ okp for the fuck of it. pg 2 already, as expected. that place is ass these days.
anyway
around this time of yr, when the weather gets colder & the leaves start to fall, im always reminded of ty and dee. i think we lost them sometime close to this time of yr, but the passage of time escapes me and those 2 months are now a complete blur.
i remember it bein nippy out. the same guy who delivered flowers to my house when we lost dee came back to give us more flowers when we lost ty. my uncle ronald received them.
'dang, man, yall always gettin flowers! must be a good house over here!' he had a gorgeous smile & beautiful intentions.
'aint nuthin good tho, man.' my uncle's smile was bright, as usual, but not as wide.
we all thanked him.
suddenly ive slipped into prose mode.. lol.. can u tell? it's hard not to in talkin a/b them, & that's what the piece i wrote yessaday is about.
i dont like it. seems forced, like evrything i write lately.
im thinkin about them a lot tho.
and like, i wanna share their stories, but i dont wanna exploit them. not their lives or their deaths. im tryna be respectful & give them some sorta dignity in their flight, but
i dunno.
the whole situation confuses me & i still dunno how to deal for real.
ill spill them here one day.
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aint seen nor talked to brit in 3 days.
the closer i get to this conference & the more i loathe havin to go, the more bitter i become towards her.
i keep tellin myself that she's just goin thru some shit & hasn't/doesn't wanna discuss it. at least not right now. that's the bigger picture tho.
the small of it is that her ass oughta be on this plane come 6 freakin o'clock tomorrow mornin.
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nate's a good dude. pparently has good friends, too. that's dope.
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im really excited a/b the lil squigglies & linkin shit. can u tell?
tis fly.
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i feel ridiculously ridiculous today.
im just in a goofy mood.
i cldn't pay attn for shit in shakespeare this mornin. fizdale got to blabbin & i eventually got to doodlin pictures of Strong Bad and singin the Trogdor song.
lookit this
these are actual quotes from the notes i took-
well its 1:20
class. ill post em when i get back.
*insert pleasing hold music here*
aaaaaand im back
and ive got some stuff to do & i dont have lotsa time so im not gonna type out the funny shit in my notes.
it was funny tho.
and why yall dont never leave nuthin in my comments box?
