(i've had this weird affinity for the word "up" lately.)
i'm redoing my closet. again. its time to grow up. all the way up.
button ups. ties. cardigans. vest. sweaters. sweater vest. boots. etc. like so:
i've got the leather look down as Thelonious P has so smoothly recreated. the other stuff is coming. fast too. ExpressMen, Armani...well anything i can find for a decent price. pockets aren't too fat.
but as you can see, not too many t-shirts and jeans. not anymore. and def no colored skinny jeans. (i only wore them twice.smh)
i just hope the desert agrees with my love for black and disdain for shorts. -_-
we've done nothing but bond lately. from the Kings of Leon to MGMT to B.o.B. its been blissful. this is why i love her more than anything else in the world.
i've been indulging in classic rock (pink floyd, ACDC, Rolling Stones and the like) , more Beatles (as if i could ever have enough) and a lot of B.o.B. like..a LOT. hes very quickly made his way to #3 in my favorite rapper slot. and hes from the Eastside of atlanta. its like riding around eastpoint everytime i listen to a song.
it goes without saying that Lupe has been in constant rotation. thats daily life. on 5/1 my life might change. i'll be going to see Lupe Fiasco and B.o.B in concert.
let that sink.
for those of you who do not understand the lyrical severity of this event, please click the small "x" in the top right corner of your screen. its gonna be bonkers. probably the best event of my life since losing my virginity. im hype beyond all belief. might even fly to NY to see it with Chuck, Joey and Sharmin. maybe i'll find Trudy and tell her to fly here to see it with me. i wonder if she would. i'd really hate to see it with anybody less than a believer.
(sidenote: if i were a rapper, i'd be a mix between B.o.B and Lupe. )
i sit and i try to think of things to complain about and i can't.
things have just been falling into place for the last two months. i dont want to jinx it but damn. in addition to my current job, i have three other openings. -a temp job with a painting company. 15$/hr -a leasing agent. commission/1000$ rent -a journalist. does it matter? thats right, i've found an opening with a newspaper. i could very well be launching my journalism career and i havent even begun to finish school. (lowkey: fuck school. i'm going back because im thirsty for knowledge suddenly. otherwise, ya'll can have it.)
i can't say that i've been this happy in a while. but my grind doesnt stop just yet. i need to make sure that things don't regress. insurance. we'll work on that.
i'll be meeting my sister soon. the first time ever. yea...thats how i feel about it.
my wrting abilities have returned. plenty of things in the works. -chasing winds -pandora's aslyum -Black. and i'm not talking short stories either.
what else should you know? oh, i dont talk to anybody really. i stay alone mostly and nobody really tires to contact me. i shop alone. go see movies alone. eat alone. smoke alone. sleep alone and wake up alone. its not too bothersome. Trudy is still dealing with a broken phone i think, so no her. Lauren is heartbroken and Shanika...well her hands are full. and with that, i'm dealing. its not too easy but its not odee hard. hell, all i gotta do is look and i remember where my place. where i belong. where i belong is not in mississippi or maryland. its hardly in atlanta. where i belong is exactly where i am: in this happy, little, money making world of mine.
i deactivated my facebook account. i think i said that previously. but yea, lent. not like it was getting much attention anyway. outside of the daily likes, comments and post left by Trudy.
i feel like i'm missing something vital. i probably am, oh well. i miss a lot of people. some are gone for good, some choose to remain distant and others will be back soon enough. meanwhile: my army will expand.
