but do i want it?
it's been like this for years, i'm not sure why. whenever i'm not working, it seems that the universe conspires to get me off the couch and back in the employed world. what's up with that?
zend and i are talking about a project and then i'm stopping by daily journal for a job interview based on work i did on the vodka story. (that would be kinda awsome, since they only write about court cases and i'm such a friggin court tv junkie from back in the day before csi and law and order took over the world[favorite trivia: mariska hagirtay's mother is jayne mansfield! who died in a car accident like my mother]).
not that i'm not grateful, but dude, it's barely been a month of chillin for me.
we'll see, as usual, i go with the feeling in my gut. though sometimes i make mistakes when i'm hungry.
(tangentially [which is how i speak, think, live, breathe] one of the guys who owns papalote is miguel, a hip hop head, dj and all around nice guy. his email is whatisadjifhecantscratch. if you go in the place, there's always a slew of flyers for local shows, like yesterday the had boot camp clik and dead prez stuff.[on another side note, duckdown, bcc's website, was the first and only hip hop chatroom i've been to, back in 1997 when i "worked" at Electronic Industries Alliance in Alrington, VA, as an editor for electronics standards in French and English [a shoot-me-now kind of job] and spent hours online or eating lunch with my boss, who'd only patronize reastaurants where they served liquor. the chatroom was awsome, jury-rigged and super fun. i even tried to rhyme in there and got props.])
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