So here we are back in the NYC... Big up NY... too bad i'll only be here for 48 hours. Its fucking 3 am christmas and the fucking red eye sucked last night and I've been doing so much fucking traveling for so long I dont know whats up. I think i'll just stick to napping here and there untill Im back out to SF Sat morn. Get in at 7 and i have 4 or 5 hours to get to the house, rest, pick out my records and head to the club. I know by fucking new years Im going to be a Zombie... Then I get to come Back to NYC for Three nights here... and actually get to chill for a week or two... Sort out everything for the New Year (this last one is just kicking my ass but i must say things are starting to look up...)
so im sorry i have put up one lame ass journal entry but right after that i bounced to sf for what should have been 8 days. that was the beginning of september. I went... had a blast... saw all the old homies... campout style which is always everyone in rare form... and just couldnt leave. I stayed for almost 4 months... i kept getting booked and i just didnt want to come back here.
living in two places can be a little disconcerting at times
especially when they are all the way across the country...
but im back. And im not sure how i feel about it. Its christmas and its raining and im so much on the move these days.
the libra in me needs both coasts...
its strange when you think you have a plan and some shit goes down one day and everything changes.... when you talk it doesnt feel like us... and thats cus there is no us anymore... so it goes. I guess its about time to settle down for a hot minute and work shit out...
its a new dawn its a new day.
but lets be honest... is there anythng worse then spending time with someone, and they're beautiful, and intelligent, and generally just down as fuck... and the whole time thinking of someone else halfway around the world... I cant think of any... can you?
(menatlly of course... for the most part im doing all right)
so merry christmas all
have a happy holla- daze...
peas.
so im sorry i have put up one lame ass journal entry but right after that i bounced to sf for what should have been 8 days. that was the beginning of september. I went... had a blast... saw all the old homies... campout style which is always everyone in rare form... and just couldnt leave. I stayed for almost 4 months... i kept getting booked and i just didnt want to come back here.
living in two places can be a little disconcerting at times
especially when they are all the way across the country...
but im back. And im not sure how i feel about it. Its christmas and its raining and im so much on the move these days.
the libra in me needs both coasts...
its strange when you think you have a plan and some shit goes down one day and everything changes.... when you talk it doesnt feel like us... and thats cus there is no us anymore... so it goes. I guess its about time to settle down for a hot minute and work shit out...
its a new dawn its a new day.
but lets be honest... is there anythng worse then spending time with someone, and they're beautiful, and intelligent, and generally just down as fuck... and the whole time thinking of someone else halfway around the world... I cant think of any... can you?
(menatlly of course... for the most part im doing all right)
so merry christmas all
have a happy holla- daze...
peas.
have a good day.
and this is T.S.O.L