pro-bono rappin'
it's been interesting living life as a mute, or "stripped of my power" as Saab would say as he cackles like the new gay superhero villian that humps the counters at work that he is...so in hot pursuit by the flipboyz...look out! new west in the house! fags AND hags reside there...
last wednesday, i got a pleasant surprise at the gym, when i spot a boy wearing the vietnamese flag on this torso, and when i asked him about it, i found out that i had known him since vic days...and we got all caught up and i didn't realize that he came into my lane in the pool as i sped competitively past him...we went to the alibi room and shared a wonderfull meal and convos, and we were so excited to hook eachother up respectively, and then so disappointed that we totally did not know eachother's type. he took me to his place on main and hastings, and i will refer to him as Wayson, for his hood...not his ethnicity. i fell in love with the suite, and after we rated some poo, he sent me off into the night armed with his borrowed copy of adaptation (it's awesome..."you are what you love, not what loves you", again, more neurosis and insecure writers...gets me every time.
i was solo in attendance to the thursday afternoon showing of i heart huckabees and it was soo great! afterwards, i felt lighthearted and giggly, like i did when i was with diddy, psych! kanye...almost bought some sick red, patent leather shoes, but showed some self-restraint and got my butt on the bus to teach.
friday, i had plans to meet with UVSS-Queen to peep the new Ocean's flick. twelve minutes before that, i ran into G-nius in the used cd store, and we reminisced a bit, and copped the Outkast double for ten bucks. (listening to it, i realize that i don't love andre3000 that much, he seems like kinda an asshole...but i DO feel big boi...) i also got the les nubians second joint that i've been waiting on and tony rich's 3rd..but i think there's a reason that i didn't even know that existed. Super Know-a shows up with burned roots (illadelph, live, and organix, as well as bizarre ride) and i tell him how excited i am that oscar peterson is Canadian.
next up is the party of celebrating the fruits of MamaB's loins and drinking absynthe, which burns to the point of having to be nursed by brie...been following the bears' advice and hibernating furiously, and cleaning for the arrival of ms.t tomorrow...so many shoes and sushi, so little time...all4now.
