First off: someone sent me Connected off of my wish list. could you please step forward and be accounted for. (dont laugh michy.) One of my favorite lines so far? I spit with no prejudice/ thought kissing ass was in my blood type? Oh? Negative.
6 a.m. stories
1. Growing old.
There is a group of old people (60s- 70s) that eats at Jack In The Box every morning at about 6 a. m. I understand that as you get older your mind and body get used to routine. By the time you reach 50, unless you come into a large sum of money for some reason, youve pretty much seen everything youre going to see. You can talk that seize the day shit if you want to but you know as well as I do that our day to day routines are pretty much the same. And as you get older its even more so. (If Im wrong about you please correct me. I want to hear some stories.) It makes me sad to see old people that cant move like they used to because every time I see them I think of the child they used to be that could run and play. Id like to say Ill never become like that, just waiting to die, but whos knows. I at least hope I choose a better place than Jack in the Crack to have breakfast every morning.
2. My American Beauty moment.
There is a light post on the street that has a light dangling from it. The light still works, it just fell out of its socket and just hangs there it in the mist of this tree full of dead leaves. The purple LA sunrise (because of the smog) + the dangling light+ dead leaves+ the mean Santa Anta Winds + my magical eyes = one of the most beautiful things Ive ever seen. If I had a video camera I would have taped it, invited Avalari over to see the most beautiful thing Ive ever video taped, and then we would have made out... all nasty like.
3. Thank you, come again.
I was at the 7-11 minding my own. A guy walks in and goes over to the newspaper section. He grabs his paper and goes over to the counter to pay for it. He gets in line right in front of me. I notice a stain on the mat on the floor. The mat is black but I can tell the color difference. No big deal, its just a stain right? The guy walks away and out the door. I look down again and see the huge trail of liquid this guy is leaving behind. Its fucking blood! It looked like it was coming from his shoe. The whole time the guy never flinch or limped like he was in pain or anything. And not a nose bleed amount of blood but a stuck pig amount of blood. Do you see that? God damn it! The guy pulls out his mop bucket and begins moping it up. After he finished mopping he goes back behind the counter and rings me up. I walk outside and see a trail of blood from the door to the empty parking lot space. Right now Id like to thank Los Angeles for a story like this. without you this wouldnt be possible.
4. African (A freaking) Goddess
There is this Ethiopian girl that works at the coffee shop around the corner. Weve known that each other have existed for about a year now. Weve only actually sat down and talked twice. Every time I pass by it I look in to see if shes there. Sometimes she is, but most of the time shes not. When I do see her she doesnt see me. (story of my life.) I wonder if she ever sees me and I didnt see her. On the off chance that we do see each other we do the I know you face. (you know the one where you raise your eyebrows and smile a little.) It amazes me that she still knows my name. Hers is Saye (like: say e). When I see her I start to wonder. I wont tell you what about. (not sex in case youre wondering, you perv.) When I pass by I realize what a dork I am... I dont even drink coffee.
None of these things necessarily happened on the same day but they are all true.
these are quotes I wanted to add to my last journal but I didnt:
And underneath it all, there remains an ever present anger and hurt, the feeling of belonging nowhere that comes to people who belongs everywhere.
Zadie Smith
White Teeth
What about math, how come I wasn't ever good at that?
It's like the boy in the bubble, who never could adapt
I'm trapped, if I could go back, I never would have rapped
Say Goodbye Hollywood
Untill next time...
6 a.m. stories
1. Growing old.
There is a group of old people (60s- 70s) that eats at Jack In The Box every morning at about 6 a. m. I understand that as you get older your mind and body get used to routine. By the time you reach 50, unless you come into a large sum of money for some reason, youve pretty much seen everything youre going to see. You can talk that seize the day shit if you want to but you know as well as I do that our day to day routines are pretty much the same. And as you get older its even more so. (If Im wrong about you please correct me. I want to hear some stories.) It makes me sad to see old people that cant move like they used to because every time I see them I think of the child they used to be that could run and play. Id like to say Ill never become like that, just waiting to die, but whos knows. I at least hope I choose a better place than Jack in the Crack to have breakfast every morning.
2. My American Beauty moment.
There is a light post on the street that has a light dangling from it. The light still works, it just fell out of its socket and just hangs there it in the mist of this tree full of dead leaves. The purple LA sunrise (because of the smog) + the dangling light+ dead leaves+ the mean Santa Anta Winds + my magical eyes = one of the most beautiful things Ive ever seen. If I had a video camera I would have taped it, invited Avalari over to see the most beautiful thing Ive ever video taped, and then we would have made out... all nasty like.
3. Thank you, come again.
I was at the 7-11 minding my own. A guy walks in and goes over to the newspaper section. He grabs his paper and goes over to the counter to pay for it. He gets in line right in front of me. I notice a stain on the mat on the floor. The mat is black but I can tell the color difference. No big deal, its just a stain right? The guy walks away and out the door. I look down again and see the huge trail of liquid this guy is leaving behind. Its fucking blood! It looked like it was coming from his shoe. The whole time the guy never flinch or limped like he was in pain or anything. And not a nose bleed amount of blood but a stuck pig amount of blood. Do you see that? God damn it! The guy pulls out his mop bucket and begins moping it up. After he finished mopping he goes back behind the counter and rings me up. I walk outside and see a trail of blood from the door to the empty parking lot space. Right now Id like to thank Los Angeles for a story like this. without you this wouldnt be possible.
4. African (A freaking) Goddess
There is this Ethiopian girl that works at the coffee shop around the corner. Weve known that each other have existed for about a year now. Weve only actually sat down and talked twice. Every time I pass by it I look in to see if shes there. Sometimes she is, but most of the time shes not. When I do see her she doesnt see me. (story of my life.) I wonder if she ever sees me and I didnt see her. On the off chance that we do see each other we do the I know you face. (you know the one where you raise your eyebrows and smile a little.) It amazes me that she still knows my name. Hers is Saye (like: say e). When I see her I start to wonder. I wont tell you what about. (not sex in case youre wondering, you perv.) When I pass by I realize what a dork I am... I dont even drink coffee.
None of these things necessarily happened on the same day but they are all true.
these are quotes I wanted to add to my last journal but I didnt:
And underneath it all, there remains an ever present anger and hurt, the feeling of belonging nowhere that comes to people who belongs everywhere.
Zadie Smith
White Teeth
What about math, how come I wasn't ever good at that?
It's like the boy in the bubble, who never could adapt
I'm trapped, if I could go back, I never would have rapped
Say Goodbye Hollywood
Untill next time...
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Come back...pretty please?
Sorry! It was cute though that person found so much time to just send those. LOL
anyway, You tickly me. every time you talk to me you talk like it's the first time you met me.
Do I really? How is that though... hope it isnt a bad thing.
Should I be a writer? Look at my favorite books. Reamember that manuscript I tried to sed you? You're silly.
Yes you should be one. Your words are so deep, and its like you are constantly thinking. Thats a good thing I think. Yes I remember, is that what that is? I thought it was pages and pages?
I assume you haven't read my previous journals do to your lack of SGness for the past few days I was asking people to send me pictures. So I can fill up my "my Homies" pic section. I think you're set would be nice. I don't post nudes (ask Michy) but I would like to see it. You already have a pic in there but I but I like exclusives.
I will send you some. I really havent had the chance to update much or read entries... just trying to stay in touch with everyone lol. You, Jules, and Mich. Hee hee where do you keep these pix anyways? On the pic thingy or your own folder? I will send some. Oh, and why is that you dont post nudes, I dont know when I will be able to speak to Mich anyhoo.