polyphony.

has it really been that long?

wow, 20 days.

anyways. i'm 2 days from a well deserved vacation. stamina is at an all time low, cuz. i REALLY need this break. i'm amped about the concert, but moreso about getting some serious t&a... i mean, r&r...

yeah.

i mean, fuck jose, fuck umbrellas, fuck girard ave. yo... for reals. i'm almost fake SERIOUSLY considering not coming back for more after the break. they don't pay me enough to put up with the bullshit i put up with. first couple of days of the break, i'm going to be assaulting prospective positions with my resume and winning smile, man.

i wonder...

can you all tell that i'm forcing the SHIT out of this entry?

i hate when this happens, all my creativity gets sapped out of me when i get wrapped up in the day to day doldrums, specifically work... it's happened to me before, and it's starting up all over again.

anyway- lex (my sister) is house watching in west philly for the week, and she took the car with her. pretty much sucks for me travelwise, but it's great as far as quiet in the house.

's all good. if we have the jeep by the 29th, KNOW that i'm going to exploit it all christmas break.

yo-

i was walking home from work today and i saw this cat doing a fucking line in the middle of the street. unbelievable. on some brazen shit. i expect the apocalypse no later than next year.

aulelei, i'm not embracing the silence. i can't afford to.

-sevsix-

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psst. there's no 401k here. surprised?

it's finally wednesday. i'm sitting here, finishing lunch, praying that this month goes as blindingly fast as november did. the end of the month is shaping up to be one of the best ever.

my boy with the mag called me this morning, and informed me of a editor's meeting they're having on friday invited me.

SHIT i was supposed to call him back!

ah well, i'll get at him later. point is, i smell a chance.

in other news, how about the dsl at home is cut off? that's a whole lotta issues right there... i kinda need a fast internet connection in my life. unfortunately, it's looking like that whole deal is gonna be way more unnecessary drama than it really needs to be. maybe one day when i have nothing better to do, i'll explain why. a hint, though- seik heil, dad!

bleh.

this is why i'm driven to move out, but y'all don't hear me.

i'm not gonna be able to get my boy those boots. i don't know what the hell either of us was thinking. moi, for thinking i could afford somebody ELSE's needs, and him, for having the cojones to virtually demand of me in the first place. if he can wait til after i get paid, maybe we can work something out. but i'm not going to be in GERMANTOWN of all places at 6:30, in the freezing cold, waiting to buy this dude some fricking boots. not at all.

lunch is almost over tho.

peace.

sometimes...

i wish titling each blog entry wasn't such a cool thing to do. i swear, i waste 5-10 minutes each time, trying to think of something catchy.

anyway.

at work, on lunch again, 15 minutes left. half hour lunches suck, don't let anybody tell you differently. i just finished murdering 2 pieces of chicken and some flimsy rolls from crown fried chicken, the all night chicken shop. it wasn't that good, but i'm just that hungry.

i sat here this entire morning figuring out how many albums i'd have to sell, and at what price, to equal a mid-range salary. i just can't see working for somebody else, especially here, all my life. the thought is unfathomable. i just wanna be able to sit home, create, and then peddle my shit worldwide. wake up at 10am instead of 7am, and eat cap'n crunch w/milk, watching sportcenter and shit.

this hustling to work to deal with 50 personalities (15 of them belonging to the man sitting next to me) and getting paid jack shit for it... it's painful, man.

i mean-

i'm happy i've got work. i see these cats who come thru to do temp work for this company, they get paid less than i do, get treated like shit, and should they quit or get fired or have whatever sort of seperation from this company, they have nothing to show for it. no severance pay, no benefits... and the fucks upstairs know this, which is why they refuse to hire even their BEST temp employees. the worst part is, these guys (for the most part) have families, are trying to come up out of whatever bullshit they've been involved in, just trying to make some honest money. and most of them are black. i've seen 2 white guys as opposed to around 100 likeskinned folks.

so yeah, i know it could be way worse for me. i dunno. i'm tired of talking about this job tho.

2 minutes left. 1:39pm.

later.

quick hits.

i'm on lunch break right now, but i wanted to get some shit out before too long, so i got 20 minutes to do what usually takes me a good hour or two.

so here we go.

yesterday, early in the evening, i received a phone call from my estranged best friend. i hadn't spoken to duke in close to a year, and here he was, on the phone. first think i wanna know is where the hell he's been.

"dog, i been down for the past 6 months."

down?

"DOWN. like, locked down."

okay... so that's why i haven't heard from him. this fool was in jail. he didn't get into too much detail about why he was locked up, but he did say it was due to some drama between he and his father. he didn't expound, i didn't ask.

he had just been released either saturday or yesterday, and was on the streets again. his dad won't put him up... i'm like, son, you don't have ANY peeps? he immediately cut me off like "NO. you *are* my peeps, dog."

i guess.

if i was your peeps, would you keep disrespecting our friendship by getting caught up in dumb shit?

i knew from the hurried manner of speak that he wanted something. he's more slow and methodical when he gets into his ethereal religio-prophetic rhetoric.

"i need a small favor from you, man."

$50 boots. it really is a small favor, but cats is tight, yo. i just broke off pops for rent. JUST payed a cell bill. and i'm trying to save so i can move come february 1st? and then my sister is harassing me about $80 i owe her?

*sigh*

so i'm gonna meet him in germantown, help him get these boots.
that cat needs help.

in other news-

time to start looking for a new job. this job is cool, but on the reals, they don't pay me enough. at all. i mean, i'll definitely hold on to it as long as the search takes, but when the opportunity comes for some new shit, best believe i'm jumping on it.

oh, and the beats, man. the BEATS!

y'all is for the most part unprepared for my beats.

3 minutes left for lunch. holla.