Inspiration...
I was sitting in some retarded meeting last night (Mary Kay, the first step to the pink cadillac!) when I started to write a poem. I haven't written a poem in like, forever. Well not forever, but it's been quite a while. I think the poem even said as much. But get this: I threw the damn thing away. It was on a pad that they provided at the meeting and without thinking I tossed it out. Cuz I'm retarded, of course. Do I remember what it was about? Yeah, it was about Corey. Like, not "Corey's the greatest," "Ode to Corey" or anything like that, but just about how I thought about things and viewed certain aspects of life...until him. I remember THAT much, that the poem was centered around those two words. Until him. There's a lot in those two words, I'll tell ya that much, but that's a whole different blog for a different day.
So I applied for a bunch of jobs like I do everyday, but this time it was with a different angle. I applied for jobs as a writer. After the poem fiasco, I started to read my Usher story and I was impressed with myself. So I thought I might as well apply for a job writing about things in life to see if I can make any good money. I know I'm super smart and can articulate well, but my passion has always lain in my writing. I mean, I love the law and plan for nothing more than to do it up as an entertainment lawyer, but I realize corporate corporate America is NOT for me. When someone else is in charge of your paycheck, they tend to look at you as chattel, no matter what color you are. There are instant limitations placed on your ability to achieve. And I don't like that nonsense. My current unhappiness in my job today may or may not have something to do with it, but there's no room for growth here and that's what I want. Sky's the limit as far as I'm concerned and once I hit there, I'm lookin' to outer space.
Yeah, so I applied to all those jobs and hopefully something will come out of it. That, combined with Mary Kay to pay for school, I could be a millionaire by 35!! That's hot. That may mean my love life's on hold, but it's not like business is boomin' right now anyway, let's be real.
I miss Jeff, I gotta give him a call. I feel like he fell off the face of the Earth. I know he hates talking to me, but that doesn't mean I can't take 5 minutes out of my day to say hello. I talk to Jude's ass every damn day and he's the boy's brother. Jude's more fun, but still, Jeff's my friend. :-P
So I've been feeling inspired this week and will probably blog everyday, so stay tuned. I'm also gonna continue writing the Usher story, cuz it's pretty damn awesome.
Oh, I'll be in NY next week. As exciting as that may be to my Albany crew, I gotta tell you it's for my family reunion and there's not much room for visiting. I had to shut down Wendy and Corey, I promised them I'd cook, but a sista needs to rest. It IS supposed to be a vacation, anyway. I know Daphnie's comin' up for the weekend and I'll probably catch Wendy at night. I also gotta set aside some Corey time so we can get to the bottom of this whole thing and figure out what's really good. I love you all and wish for nothing more than to come see you guys, 125 miles away, but time constraints won't allow for it. I'm sorry. I'll make you a deal, though, I will send my fabulousness all the way up north so you can all bask in the warmth that is Katrina! :-D
My point here is, I need some damn inspiration and I'll take it any way I can get it! I have to write the speech for my family reunion and I just don't bang with them like that. It's more like a band of associates than real, honest to God family. It's always about what you have and what you've achieved rather than how much you love one another. And that's tough to take. So I don't know what to write about and I'm gettin' stressed out. I think I'm gonna try to stay real generic, cuz if I get real, people will hate me as opposed to just being indifferent...
Drugs provide some inspiration, don't they? Anyone have any? I need all the help I can get...:-/
So I applied for a bunch of jobs like I do everyday, but this time it was with a different angle. I applied for jobs as a writer. After the poem fiasco, I started to read my Usher story and I was impressed with myself. So I thought I might as well apply for a job writing about things in life to see if I can make any good money. I know I'm super smart and can articulate well, but my passion has always lain in my writing. I mean, I love the law and plan for nothing more than to do it up as an entertainment lawyer, but I realize corporate corporate America is NOT for me. When someone else is in charge of your paycheck, they tend to look at you as chattel, no matter what color you are. There are instant limitations placed on your ability to achieve. And I don't like that nonsense. My current unhappiness in my job today may or may not have something to do with it, but there's no room for growth here and that's what I want. Sky's the limit as far as I'm concerned and once I hit there, I'm lookin' to outer space.
Yeah, so I applied to all those jobs and hopefully something will come out of it. That, combined with Mary Kay to pay for school, I could be a millionaire by 35!! That's hot. That may mean my love life's on hold, but it's not like business is boomin' right now anyway, let's be real.
I miss Jeff, I gotta give him a call. I feel like he fell off the face of the Earth. I know he hates talking to me, but that doesn't mean I can't take 5 minutes out of my day to say hello. I talk to Jude's ass every damn day and he's the boy's brother. Jude's more fun, but still, Jeff's my friend. :-P
So I've been feeling inspired this week and will probably blog everyday, so stay tuned. I'm also gonna continue writing the Usher story, cuz it's pretty damn awesome.
Oh, I'll be in NY next week. As exciting as that may be to my Albany crew, I gotta tell you it's for my family reunion and there's not much room for visiting. I had to shut down Wendy and Corey, I promised them I'd cook, but a sista needs to rest. It IS supposed to be a vacation, anyway. I know Daphnie's comin' up for the weekend and I'll probably catch Wendy at night. I also gotta set aside some Corey time so we can get to the bottom of this whole thing and figure out what's really good. I love you all and wish for nothing more than to come see you guys, 125 miles away, but time constraints won't allow for it. I'm sorry. I'll make you a deal, though, I will send my fabulousness all the way up north so you can all bask in the warmth that is Katrina! :-D
My point here is, I need some damn inspiration and I'll take it any way I can get it! I have to write the speech for my family reunion and I just don't bang with them like that. It's more like a band of associates than real, honest to God family. It's always about what you have and what you've achieved rather than how much you love one another. And that's tough to take. So I don't know what to write about and I'm gettin' stressed out. I think I'm gonna try to stay real generic, cuz if I get real, people will hate me as opposed to just being indifferent...
Drugs provide some inspiration, don't they? Anyone have any? I need all the help I can get...:-/
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