Namaste blog tribe
I have been uncharacteristically quiet the past days-ish. Mainly, I’ve been listening to this:
That song does something to me that I don’t think women are really capable of until we hit 30. Which reminds me…
It’s nearly my BIRTHDAY! 36 big ones blog tribe, and what beautiful big ones they’ve been. Even when I sook.
I’m officially settled from the last person that I hung out with for more than five minutes. I’m such a bloody emotional creature and can get so caught up in things. Even when they aren’t significant, sadly, in conclusion.
Howevever, rather than drear myself out about it, I’ll be going up at Comic Strip Live this Wednesday. Some old jokes and some new giggles. I’ll spend the next twenty-four hours reciting five minutes of words in my head before grabbing a microphone in the company of a stranger I have yet to encounter.
It will be interesting, to say the least.
I have also still been writing very much book. That seems to finally be settling as well.
It’s a cool rainy day in New York City. I’m on my way to work, but I had to share this creepy track that I want to have sex with. Similiar to preferring writing that gives me chills, I like songs that do the same.
I’ve realized I really need to publish a short story collection. Prior to the next poetry book and post Novel.
Namaste cult of blog
Words are pouring from my fingers like woah. I’m a bit in love with what I’m working on at the moment. It’s nearly half done, considering I started this particular project like two weeks ago, I’m pretty excited. Truth be told, I just want to have one completed Novel next to my poetry books.
Then the next poetry book will be in the cards… it’s been a minute.
In other news, I was chatting with one of my besties about the not-relationship I was recently caught up with. My mate and I decided to apply the two second rule to the situation. Only opposed to dropping something on the ground for two seconds then eating it, we decided that two ordinary instances of shagging don’t really count for anything. And that I shouldn’t have ever really cared or been attached to this particular person. That’s how the two second rule applies here. (more…)
I watched a hilarious comedy show with one of my besties last night in Harlem, before we went for a sultry August stroll up the Hudson River. It’s funny, because this particular mate of mine has never seen me go up – but we’ve read my joke books and cackled on my carpet once or twice.
There’s nothing better than making someone laugh. I’m putting serious consideration into an open mic tonight at the Upright Citizens Brigade Theatre. I’ve written some new jokes, I’ve got some from old sets. (more…)
ode of despondency
my door. (more…)