“For Real”

So it has been a while since I posted “for real”… I hope I don’t blow it.

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I wish that I had the kind of hair that I could wear a hat, take it off and no one could tell the difference… That would be a nice thing for the winter time. When my afro hair is trapped under a hat all day, it sort of starts to straighten out and I look really terrible.

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I think that someday a tornado will develop in my car as I am driving home from work. I like to roll the window all the way down so that I can hang my arm out the window, and then turn the heater to whatever it takes to make me comfortable (most of the time nothing). The collision of warm and cool air will start to swirl around my head and form a funnel cloud.

Why do I like to be cold? What is wrong with me? Most rational people like to bask in the warm sunshine, but all I can think of is laying in a bed of freshly fallen snow.

Doesn’t it seem peaceful when snow is falling?

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It seems like every time I go into the men’s room at work there is some guy “sitting down” in there… The worst thing in the world for a dude is to have to do that in those flimsy walled stalls. I will do it only if I am moments away from crapping myself (and I do mean moments away)… There is something really embarrassing about having another person see your feet under those stalls… Girls, how do you do this EVERY time you go in there?

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The honeymoon at work is almost over… The “I am new here” excuse when I fuck something up is nearly gone, the waking up early EVERY day nobility is thin and the monotony of life is starting to dominate. I never really forgot that I wanted to work for myself, but right now the reasons why are very apparent.

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Big snow storm in the forecast for Thursday. I CAN’T wait. I hope it does not start until I am done with work… Maybe I will build an igloo.

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David Gray’s “White Ladder” album is the most underrated album of all time. I love it.