computer blue(s)
I'm having big problems today. my hair comb is sticking me in the head in such a way that it feels as though it's bleeding. everytime I move it, it finds a way to dig back into my scalp. my head feels warm and wet like I have a concussion. concussion by way of a plastic hair comb.
I went to the strip club the other night; desperate for something debaucherous to get my mind off my computer jobS...and it was actually bordering on lame...which was disappointing cause...in times of great despair at least I always knew the strip club would be poppin with sexy swollen titty cinnamon sparkle powder smelling, peanut butter colored skin with sweat beads trailing down the small of their back bitches. I look forward to summer and the strip club...when us chicks have fully peeled off the bubblegooses and hoodies in favor of so much deliciously less. but it just didn't have no oomph to it...maybe it was an off night cause I hadn't been there in so long...or maybe it's cause it wasn't my regular night...but I just wasn't feeling it. most exciting shit to happen was the thorough laugh I had over some nigga shit...cause tell me why the dj played "jesus walks". now...kanye makes the beats to make the booties go clap but...I'm not certain that's the kind of song I wanna see exotic dancers shake it like a salt shaker to. nahmean? "jesus walks" + the strip club = nigga shit. regginometry <-- don't bother to look it up, it's a hunyism. should've seen the look of terror on my face after I realized about fifteen seconds in what I was witnessing...one chick actually came and shook her tiddies in my face for a tip...now any other time I'd make the spin hand gesture as in "anyone can shake their tiddies, lemme see what you can do with that backyaaaard"...but instead I was like "nah come back on another song, yo, I'm not tipping you to a song about the lord". she laughed as if to say "aww bitch you already here, its too late for youuuuu". jesus walks.
I have a jewel...an oyster dwelling pearl of relationship wisdom...well, life wisdom really. don't wait. I wanna get a t-shirt that says that shit. DON'T WAIT...because "later" never comes...putting shit off until later is wack like gators and jheri curls, man. one of the things that contributed to the disentigration of my previous relationship was the fact that we really never went anywhere together...we never got away from new york cause it was always like "we'll do it later". I am sick to death of waiting for shit, and it's not a testament to my patience either, nor my virtues. I'm just sick of living in the future or really even for it. niggas wanting to work their lives away for "later". well...me and traj did everything for later and later we weren't together anymore. later we never got away, never a vacation, nothing, later our relationship was over. I'm not tryin to walk that road again. tears for fears, the prophets, said "everybody wants to rule the world"...me included...but the process is what enriches me as a person...I can't put any of that on hold or jeopardize it for some some that might happen one day. fuckin really beginning to hate the mindstate that perpetuates...that.
today was prince day at work. meaning that's all I listened to; although now that it's almost quitting time, I've moved on to snoop dogg circa 1993. this kid alex I work with has a shitload of mp3s in his shared folder. like...100gb worth. all the prince. all the tribe called quest. all the pig's feet. all the collard greens. allllll the hog maw.
this entry smacks of something I'll be tempted to edit later, especially the stripper part cause I'm not witty enough at the moment to properly convey the hilarity and hijinx of the jesus walks incident. pretending to look busier then I actually was at work all day has dumbed down the part of my brain that controls wit. I have edited older entries before, you realize...nada major; probably nothing the average reader would notice...mostly clarification, certain words I used and/or spelled incorrectly. is this wrong though? is this like george lucas editing the original three star wars movies? we're always harder on ourselves though, artists...ridiculously so. staggeringly and suffocatingly so. sometimes I wish I could see myself out of someone else's eyes; maybe a fan of my work or my best friend...so I can see what they like about me. vanity they initials be h.c.y. I'd be scarred by what they disliked, though. that, coupled with my own occassional self-hatred, might drive me insane.
my cousin got drafted. I'll be investing in a few seattle supersonics jerseys. david young, the future G.O.AT.
I'm going to see spiderman dos in a couple of hours. opening night, you know how we do.