polyphony.

feeling much better, thanks.

i guess my issues have been resolved, or rather i'm just going to ignore them for the time being.

i've got some new ones, though. i took the car in for inspection last friday. was on the cell all day getting reports from my sisters and my dad about how the whole thing was going. apparently, in order to pass vehicle inspection, i need $300 worth of work done to the car. that sucks, but it's not all. i haven't even gotten the grand total which would factor in the work i needed done to pass the emissions inspection... another $300 perhaps?

i wouldn't be the least surprised.

i'm trying to brace for the worst... figure i'll hear by tomorrow the damage it's gonna do. i'm really going to need lex and gillian to ante up on time, because i've got a trip to go to. more on that later.

the inspection, though, is still an ongoing process, so- needless to say- it wasn't ready for my trip to great adventure on saturday. had to rent a car. tried going through avis, but they are the worst. didn't find that out until i got there, of course. 8:30 in the morning, two people waiting on me to pick them up so we can get there early, and they are telling me that i can't rent the car. i was trying to prepare myself to tell my passengers-to-be that i didn't have a car, and we wouldn't be going anywhere that day. luckily, though, my dad knew of a dealership that rents cars, and we ended up geting a 2004 ford focus wagon. it was nice, actually. if i was a college student starting out, and part of a family where they do things like supply you with a car for college, i would love to have that car. no frills, a cd player and a pretty good sound system.

all in all, it worked out ok, but the problem is that it ended up costing us $130 to rent it. ridiculous, man. i'm going to be spending money all this week.

then i had the nerve to win a bid on a digital camera on ebay.

f0ck.

so... i'm going to sell my soul to chaby for the next few weeks. gotta make this money back as much as possible, so i'm going to be doing all kinds of overtime.

but it's so worth it. maybe one day i'll explain.

i'll be back later. gonna do some actual work.

son you thought i was feeling bad this afternoon?!

ha!

i mean. son!

yo first, people who are supposed to be making shit move in order to have this car in working order by saturday are slipping.

hard.

why can't people do what i say? i say, hey, gillian (that's pronounced like 'jillian')- since you're gonna be home tomorrow, why don't you run to the titles place and get the tags and title exchanges taken care of?

then, in what can be only assumed as an attempt to undermind my suggestion, alexis volunteers to do it herself. i'm like, ok... but um. you work tomorrow. how you going to pull that off?

so, before i go to bed, i give GILLIAN the old titles and tell her to go ahead and take care of that early.

you *know* that fools didn't follow the leader. you *know* it. instead, lex schedules an inspection for 8am tomorrow, which we can't get with out good tags and title. so...

and now this. this shit does not get the head nod cuz. it's disrespectful, it's untimely, and it's trouble if i ever smelled it.

and then, i bit the living, dying, and purgatorially suspended shit out of my tongue and thus, can hardly speak. this is an issue for a dude who spits rhymes all night. it feels like i'm trying to hold my breath.

maybe i am, in more ways than one.

motherfuckers, dude.

posting @ work.


manager is out. one of those types of days.

i've been in a bit of a stinky mood recently. kinda reclusive. it's always a little thing that triggers these moods, usually something i can't remember 2 or 3 days later. been going to bed early, waking up early and speaking to no one.

it'll go away though.

i started a few new blogs. i'll link em once i'm sure what i'll be doing with them, but they're available when the need calls.

nothin much is new though. i'm getting the whip insured (finally) today, as well as getting the titles transferred, tags, all that. it'l be inspected tomorrow- i'm praying that it passes- but hopefully i'll be on the road by friday. gotta have it in shape for the weekend. myself and some friends are rolling out to great adventure in jersey.

should be fun.

oh. while i'm here- i owe keesh an explanation.

her comments about her boyfriend's music skills had me thinking. there is an unfortunate oversaturation of mcs and bedroom producers, in large part, less than talented.

so, in all fairness, the avg. person running around telling everybody he's an mc, or a producer, or a dj, probably should be taken with a few grains of salt. but it's like, i've had this feeling all along that people don't feel me when i'm talking to them about what i wanna do.

like, even though they're on some, "yeah dave thats whats up." "yeah dave your talented." type stuff, they're all rolling their eyes inside.

proof is in putting.

i remember once, this young lady i used to talk to told me, "i just don't want you to bank on this music dream totally, like have a back up plan. because so many people are trying to do the same thing."

it's like, yeah, i know. and that's good advice. but the way she said it was like, 'yeah, your shit's not that hot duke. i hope you have plan b.'

i dunno. i guess reading it in writing sort of cemented what assumed i people think when i tell em what i do.

but dog. this ain't no focking hobby man. i don't know how to put it any other way.

*sigh*

i got so drunk this past saturday, man. so bad, in fact, that i was playing spades and ended up losing all 13 books because i didn't know my teammate was on my team. niggas tell me when the game ends, and i see who i *thought* was on my team congratulating the dude who obviously wasn't on my team, obviously because of the fact that this dude talked smack ALL game.

i didn't know how drunk i was til i got home and felt like i was going to puke all night. i didn't though, because i'm a soldier. but whatever. i'm not having another drink for a long while. my liver is going to go on strike.

be back later.

i can't wait until i take vacation.

i'm going as far away from all familiarity as possible, and staying away for the duration. i need that.

until vacation, though, it's gonna be lots of hard work- financial overcompensation in behalf of substantial monetary cushioning- via overtime. it's hard on the body, but being able to get away and not assume pauper mode is worth it.

i'm on lunch, so i don't have forever to type, but later, i want to comment on something she said in her 4/20/04 entry.

sans my personal context, 's rather benign; but it got me thinking about some stuff. i'll explain after i get home from work.

might be one of those long ones.

later.

EDITOR's NOTE: . . .bah!

gene!!!


why you going to wait until approximately the 14th of never to get at my query?!

gimme a bit to recapture some lucidity, not to mention my intent with the original posting, and i'll get back at you.

five two 0h four.


*acts like he's been here the whole time*

i don't know how much more i could possibly emphasize this, but, god.

i love this time of year.

it just makes me feel all tingy and good. i'm sitting here with my window wide open, enjoying the breeze- the just desserts for a good, productive day.

i didn't really do much, honestly. washed the car, cleaned my room, re-sleeved about 200 records... didn't spend but 6 bucks today (!). now i get to make an attempt at dropping a blog entry while listening to ahmad jamal's "at the top".

i'd only be happier with my womn.

on the real, that's one of the very few things that've been focking with my countenance these days- that, and my personal hell i loosely refer to as employment. i've been trying to focus more on anything else i can, and for the first weekend, it's kinda helped... stresses and the like were sapping at my productivity and my creativity. starting to feel like i'm back on some sort of horse. now it's just a matter of grabbing those reigns.

i mean, work's aight. i'm dealing with the daily drama a little better than i before, and it's probably because i feel the job becoming finite. it's like, i see an end that i only need to work toward, so the struggle is much more bearable. it's been my plan for about the last month, to find some way out of being indebted to that place, and the sheer thought of an *interview* somewhere else gives me hope.

so it's been that and beats, basically. i talked with my brother justin earlier today... he called me, mad excited about collaborating on some musical efforts. that's what's up, man. justin is a misguided dude with issues and whatever, but that's my mans, yo- and when he's about something, he's like, about it. we're gonna try to link up over the next week or two, see if we can't get the vibe going that we had before he moved out.

we were team, man. we shared a room for the longest, which was a blessing and a curse, but musically speaking, it was a blessing... i remember when we both started absorbing jazz, staying up late and listening to temple jazz radio with the lights off. we discovered the genius of d'angelo's voodoo and slum village together... we used to throw on herbie hancock's vein melter, off the headhunters album- just playing it over and over.

it just got to a point where we thought alike musically, like we'd both hear a sample at the same time, and do the "oh sht!" look.

i miss those days.

and even though i'm almost positive it won't be the same, if we can do what i think we can do...

y'all hoes is not ready. trust me. what's on my little soundclick page ain't NOTHING. what's on YOUR little soundclick page ain't nothing.

give us a year, you lousy fux.

10 months even. that's my word.

*sigh*

anyway. trying to figure out what to do with my vacation... i get a week off, including the weekend, and i'm thinking i have to take the days off in succession, so i'm trying to get out of the city for the time. (plan actually is to go on vac. and then come back and hand mthrfkrs my 2 weeks notice. we'll see tho. -ed)

if i'm decisive, making a choice shouldn't be too hard, tho. there's a billion places i havent been, and i'm strictly talking stateside. i was thinking atl.

waiting on my tx rtrns, too... did i tell cats? $737?

what?

is i'm rich?

hoe?

ha. nah... that money is so spent. but the idea of getting broke off lovely for once is nice.
aight. i'm going to bed.

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