great day in the mornin
yay, son! I got me a job.
now granted, I already have me a job...owning and operating a business is definitely considered employment around these parts, but I've been waiting for something more steady to present itself for awhile now. business has been, for lack of a better word, booming like stripper booty lately but working sixteen hour work days is just not allowing me to fully enjoy my life. like I told the boys that I interviewed with (I say boys not to be derogatory but to be playful - they seem like a dope group of guys, my friend sean included, and they all love hip hop), I'll never dissolve my company - it's my pride and joy and I'm proud to be a young business owner. but I can always outsource the work; I already have heads in mind. I need more stability and more of a schedule and a steady paycheck won't hurt either. it'll make my parents happy; I think the yo-yo tendencies of my being self-employed directly affect their blood pressure.
shit's crazy; most heads might think my life was ideal working from home while watching TLC all day, but working from home can make you hate your own residence. I feel like my new apartment should be more a sanctuary then anything, a place to come back to. just having the opportunity to GO somewhere everyday with a group of heads who have the same professional goals and skills as myself will change my outlook. I sound like a fuckin motivational speaker but I'm so sincurrrrr. folk thought I was being unreasonable "holding out" for a webdesign/development job, but honestly, besides making movies and being famous and rich, I really don't wanna do much else. so anyway...the company designs and develops membership websites for musicians including david bowie and sting. it's youthful, the boys wear jeans, they're laid back but focused...my kind of environment. whats most important is that they're stable and ever-expanding and eager and it's just some shit I can really relate to. if I have to take focus off my own company and align myself with another, this is the type of company I'd want to invest myself in.
so lemme get off my new job's nuts then.
I hope fantasia barrino wins american idol. on her nuts officially...with her singin ass. she's brilliant and blessed..the voice, the tears in her eyes, the way she sings...goosebumps all over me. that's the sort of person I "idol"...unwed teenage mother aside, she's spiritual, seems all sweet, humble, down to earth...she has goals and aspirations...thats more american to me, truly, then these "stars" some look up to that put on the air of being perfect and unaffected. not really into that, yo. the typical american has problems. and we look up to those who have their own issues but overcome. thats what inspiration is made of...word.
in case it was lost on anyone, I got my groove back (unf what a younger man will do! - I kid, I kid). what I mean is, I like to write again. it just happened...I can't stop; it wakes me up in the morning and keeps me up at night; I've already forgotten more then I've written in the past few days and we're talkin a big huge text file full of words. I have to make a conscious effort when I lay down to sleep at night to STOP THINKING so I can drift to sleep minus the fear I'll sleep away some great screenplay idea. either that or the gurgling sound someone across the way's air conditioner makes at night...my god it's so annoying, yo. I can't hear to save my brown ass generally...on the phone I always have to ask "what?", I can hardly hear the tv even when its like on thirty-five, I have to ask heads to repeat shit over and over until they think I just don't listen but really I just don't hear too good. but I can hear obscure shit like it has an amplifier next to it - dripping faucets, gurgling air conditioners...the rustling of a mouse in the trashcan (jah bless that sound has been left behind with my old apartment) - that mess is crystal clear perfect sound to me.
actually, not too long ago, the guy that lives across the way saw me naked. the windows on the left side of my apartment face the windows on his right...so when I was in the bathroom just after a shower, brushing my teeth mad naked and lotion-y, he was opening the curtains in his tv room and bam there I was. I looked to my left, there he was. I don't know how clearly he saw the nakedness, only that he saw it. now I'm a little paranoid, like everytime I walk into the kitchen and his curtains are open he's like "oh, thats the girl I saw naked" to one of his friends, or to himself, whatever.
I don't think I'm going to see the strippers tonight; everyone is being lazy about committing to the outing so I say we just go on friday like normal pervs. tonight I'ma sit here and watch american idol, cry and jump around like a retard if fantasia wins, be annoyed and cuss out americans and their over puritanical sensibilities (how there's only 1% seperating the last two contestants is fuckin ridiculous) if she doesn't and...order me a turkey burger. some shit.