The Wee Democracy

gettin' funky on the mic like an old batch of collard greens

i hung out again with lauren today. we went to whole foods, and decried the high prices that hippies and rich housewives find acceptable. we went to the bookstore, and i bought a book on job hunting, which scares me to the bone. then to tom thumb, where the prices were a damn bit more agreeable, the goal of our journey being to gather all the ingredients so that i could make the W family's tuna salad. actually, it's my mom's recipe (not that it's all that fancy), but i add a special ingridient to it that i like to call: love.

she was having trouble beating the spider thingie that hangs out in the deku tree, so i had to help her out there, all the while chopping celery and boiling eggs -- i've said too much about the tuna salad.
elliott kitten harangued me for the tuna juices, big ole eyes looking up at me like a feline crackhead as if to say, 'gimme a hit, boss'. we ate, watched some sex and the city.

you'd think that this was a good day, but i just can't seem to shake this funkitude that's blocking my good time receptors. it is as if i'm forgetting something...the feeling you get when you know you have a test coming up, you just don't know when, and so you walk with fear to the classroom praying, god please don't let the test be today.

ill at ease would be a good way to describe it, but finding the source is such a bitch sometimes. i even tried to fight it with my version of the a-bomb, which is to say, my rap mix cd. but no, not even the smooth mysogeny of snoop dogg, or dre, or lil jon and the east side boyz could snap me out of feeling like i was forgetting something, like impending doom was...well, impending.

i was talking to lisa last night, about how the last two months i spent in austin were very good. i told her that i felt like i was shaping into the person that i wanted to be for the rest of my life. not a shiftless layabout who smoked too much weed and watched a lot of tv. but someone who was happy in their work, good at it, looking to move into a career, finally comfortable with being in strange circumstances and meeting new people whenever possible. now, though, i feel like i'm regressing.

alot of times, this blog is like therapy. purging all the thoughts that rattle around in my head that bother me, if for no other reason that to put them someplace other than my head.

and like tony sopranos says, talking helps.



feeling: meh
thinking of: the future, when i feel guh
song of the day: you can't always get what you want - the stones
(no lyric, the whole song)