happy fuckin friday everybody!
there are few things better than a morning in los angeles after it rains the previous night. there's even puffy clouds in the sky, a definite rarity, i can see them out my office window right now. the reflection they cast on my computer monitor is kinda neat. i can hear my credit card whimpering in my pocket right now, its a bit tired and taxed after i just dropped $700 on a plane ticket to my parent's house for thanksgiving and the registration fee for the standardized test for b-skool. looks like this weekend will be spent dropping as little loot as possible. i'm motherfuckin broke, that ain't no joke. that kind of reminds me of the blues festival when they had the last call for alcohol, this ain't no bunk, you got fifteen minutes to get drunk. how fitting, i'm listening to a little etta james right now. remembering when i first saw you baby, how i wished you were mine, you were mine, had a little talk with the man up stairs, i said lord, lord, won't you make her mine~
its probably time to raid the video drawers here at work for some cheap entertainment. i should spend some time on the piano too so that i can self-flagellate over my inability to improvise. many thanks to brother bradley who just stopped by to give me a copy of jazzanova's latest. at least i'll have something to tide me over and keep me from spending the rest of my cash at amoeba. in exchange, i'm giving him a taste of aphrodite's latest. ever wonder what happened to big daddy kane? well, at the very least he's still rhyming, he's got a cut on the aphrodite jawns.
i haven't danced in quite a while so i should mos def peep free thinking tonite for some jazzy funky disco house. i've even got my dancing shooz on right now. my raid of the office video collection has yielded dvds of yu tu mama tambien, cq, and gosford park. i saw steven soderbergh at the arc light cinema going in to watch cq when dambae and i saw minority report. i haven't a clue what the movie is supposed to be about but if its good enough for soderbergh, its good enough for me. that reminds me, i got to call dambae and see how he's holding up. calls to my brothers niko and bryan would be a good idea too. i'm guessing that bryan is probably somewhere round texas right now in his drive from va to vegas. niko wants to meet up in vancouver sometime soon, sounds groovy... if i can just win the fuckin lottery or something. then again, if canada de-criminalizes marijuana, then fuck my creditors i'm goin to the great white north.
hope you have a steady rockin weekend!
there are few things better than a morning in los angeles after it rains the previous night. there's even puffy clouds in the sky, a definite rarity, i can see them out my office window right now. the reflection they cast on my computer monitor is kinda neat. i can hear my credit card whimpering in my pocket right now, its a bit tired and taxed after i just dropped $700 on a plane ticket to my parent's house for thanksgiving and the registration fee for the standardized test for b-skool. looks like this weekend will be spent dropping as little loot as possible. i'm motherfuckin broke, that ain't no joke. that kind of reminds me of the blues festival when they had the last call for alcohol, this ain't no bunk, you got fifteen minutes to get drunk. how fitting, i'm listening to a little etta james right now. remembering when i first saw you baby, how i wished you were mine, you were mine, had a little talk with the man up stairs, i said lord, lord, won't you make her mine~
its probably time to raid the video drawers here at work for some cheap entertainment. i should spend some time on the piano too so that i can self-flagellate over my inability to improvise. many thanks to brother bradley who just stopped by to give me a copy of jazzanova's latest. at least i'll have something to tide me over and keep me from spending the rest of my cash at amoeba. in exchange, i'm giving him a taste of aphrodite's latest. ever wonder what happened to big daddy kane? well, at the very least he's still rhyming, he's got a cut on the aphrodite jawns.
i haven't danced in quite a while so i should mos def peep free thinking tonite for some jazzy funky disco house. i've even got my dancing shooz on right now. my raid of the office video collection has yielded dvds of yu tu mama tambien, cq, and gosford park. i saw steven soderbergh at the arc light cinema going in to watch cq when dambae and i saw minority report. i haven't a clue what the movie is supposed to be about but if its good enough for soderbergh, its good enough for me. that reminds me, i got to call dambae and see how he's holding up. calls to my brothers niko and bryan would be a good idea too. i'm guessing that bryan is probably somewhere round texas right now in his drive from va to vegas. niko wants to meet up in vancouver sometime soon, sounds groovy... if i can just win the fuckin lottery or something. then again, if canada de-criminalizes marijuana, then fuck my creditors i'm goin to the great white north.
hope you have a steady rockin weekend!
-Dave