tune this.

where does my own dial need to fall. right now it's still spinning like crazy. this is the most unrewarding and unsatisfying work ever. please, spend all day "getting the work done." where is the creativity? the joy? the what? bullshit. so what is the evacuation plan? get to a decent place, then make the next big move. this is not it. this is not it. ask yourself what it is that makes the happiness.

je suis de pittsburgh.

zero.zero.zero.

lil bow wow.

best friends. out of town sex.
roller skates. chris rock.
pregnancy. contemporary times.
winter. soup. headcold. iphone flirtation.
francesco clemente. new york.
halloween. fairies.
and coffee.

everything counts in large amounts.

ok. it's clear. i got it.
there's a goal. a big one.
i made it. i gotta reach it.
can i do in a year, what it took me 12 years to create.
damn.
screw the marathon.
i've got my own race. aw-snap.

in honor of grannies and grandpas.

the next.

when the current norm of everyday is symbolized by the triangle of change, one can only accept this fate with an aloofness for worry and problems and move on to a healthily selfish, problem-solving state of mind. i'm gonna be, i'm gonna be, i'm gonna be. word.