My boy is in the shower, on the phone and I am microwaving my coffee. Microwaved coffee is the stinkiest. I am leaving, making deposits, paying my friend Dr. Steinberg, and going home to reorganize some shit. I still haven’t returned home for Christmas and the guilt is spreading. They fucked with my schedule again,…
I realize I must be the hugest brat in the world, because ultimately when I have to do any job, I hate it with intensity enough to grow anxiety about it out of my chest and limbs like it’s the worst thing I could be put through. For someone to work two nights a week…
Two. Two is not my favorite number but three is. Yesterday I had the lovely misfortune of getting perched on some 5 thousand dollar chair so I could have some dysplasia removed via colposcopy from my cervix. Go team uterus, I uttered, pissed at my body’s inherent ability to fail me over and over and…
Today is Sunday, the warmest day yet this year I think, and even if it isn’t, I respect the small bits of sun that perks and peaks my skin whenever I can get it. It also happens to be Stupid Bowl Sunday. I grew up watching the game and count it my least favorite team…
This is one of those dude mornings. I woke up to TVLand’s 10 greatest Andy Griffith moments, and I realized something: that show sucked. At least it sucks now, and any humor or amusement it may have had is now wasted on my dead grandparents. But anyways…my medicine. Cobra town likes to mess with me…
I fell asleep last night in some weird fluid liquidy dream, after E called to say goodnight and I love you. Squished between pillows and my faux down comforter lie me and Asa, who I pretty much always have to fight over cuddle space with. Little Asa, bundle of goodness, she hates being cold as…
Or ten. I based my entire adolescence on a series of lies that multiplied and were completely accentuated with other ones I constructed to compliment the original lies. I am good at it, it’s true, the lying thing, especially if I don’t have to look anyone in the eyes about it. It started fairly young….
This whole voice lesson thing is getting crazy…my idea of what is going to occur when I walk in the door is usually mussed and annoying at the point I actually do so, and has involved a complete lack of readiness on his end to having other bodies in here rehearsing for different projects. It’s…
Rock n roll all day long. Or hip-hop rather, a quiet enjoyment of mine, because in all of it’s absurdity, listening to people rap slick poems is pretty entertaining. Sean gave me a comp which has everything from Nas, to Gza to Necro, to Tribe Called Quest to Talib Kweli, the Roots and Mos Def….
For me, at least. Lately I have been feeling this guilt about making money but not doing anything to earn it, except having the right job at the opportune times to make me worthy of this government gift. Yeah, I earned it, but to see people struggling and beating themselves day in and out when…
