Now With Rap Quotes!My own rap quotes, btw. Circa first year University.
As for the present day, I think what concerns me is my lack of foresight. I ran into some problems this week that I should have seen coming. Even a brick wall in the middle of the desert, as erroneously placed as it is, you should see coming.
"...they keep chasing me, they keep chasing me, swallow the pills followed with bullshit, they're chasing me..."
The festival had been going so well I got caught up in my own momentum. I was brought back down to reality this week by a number of ankle weights, among them being Jonathon not wanting to deal with Will Strickland and me having to brush him off, me dancing through various hoops with increasingly high degrees of style in order to secure
Tragedy and then having the director tell me about distribution problems, everybody seeming to flake on me and not respond to my call for another screening night, and me sending off an incomplete contract to the makers of
Jails, Hospitals and Hip-Hop, leaving me hoping I'm not in legal trouble for having someone sign a contract without sending them the full document.
"...because I'm mad frustrated inundated with this lifestyle.."
Kev and I got into it the past few days. Tension is high and I think we both need someone to unleash on. Like the married couple we are, we unleash on each other. There's more to it than that of course, there's real problems concerning our work habits and separate vision...but so far stuff has been working out as best it can. The bottom line still is, though, Kev won't be assuaged until he can reach me more, and I, frankly, will not be able to provide that. So I'm guessing this is the first of many fights, which really though, considering I am a screenwriter and he is a director, is pretty normal. As Lynn, our single-grande-extra-hot-latte regular customer who is a screenwriter/producer, told me: "Everybody hates the screenwriter. Everybody." One look into Lynn's droopy-dog face and tired smile, and I knew she was speaking from experience. Which kind of depresses me, because I already have a wrinkled brow and a strained smile, so how much uglier am I gonna get from this shit?
"...I wanna scream fuck the world, but I can't get it up..."
I organized a Tsunami Relief "Work-for-Free" Day at the Bux, and all I needed was for One-Eyed-Godin to look up the pay info and tell me how much everybody needs to donate. He riverdanced around my constant-nagging and eventually disappeared into a cloud of evil leprechaun smoke. Normally I wouldn't care, but he was the one who told me he would get the info to me. Nothing's worse than a lying leprechaun. They're ugly and have no gold. He shows up at the store yesterday with his band of losers (aka "Stich and Bitch", and I'm not being mean, they actually gave that name to themselves, erecting a towering tribute to their own lameosity) and a baseball cap, and once again manages to dodgeball me. When "dodgeball" is used as a verb it relates to ones ability to both evade someone and hit them in the balls at the same time.
"...Yo, this is Remy Lebeau, taking lyrical Gambits, feeding me beef so you're getting your hand bit..."
My laptop, my infinity gauntlet, my precious, has finally encountered problems. I'm still not sure what's up, whether it's a virus or some disk error, or maybe some errors caused by the viruses I "deleted"...I dunno. But I do know it's freezing every once inawhile. Which maybe is normal for most computers, but my laptop has never froze before. It's like watching a baby sleep and realizing its not breathing. Is it holding its breath?? And then it exhales but you're still uneasy.
"...leave you gassed with a flask in your ass, this is science..."
Went to the mall with my gf and encountered about twenty hundred mofos trynna sleep with her. That's all I have to say about that. And the bubble tea sucked too. I've been so mad busy that I'm not seeing my gf as much as I'd like. And when I do see her I often fall asleep or bitch about work and shit. The worst thing in the world is telling Christianne that you can't see her because you have to get some writing done, and watching her big eyes drift to the side and then sink to the floor.
"...when every page reads rage, i flip more than my ehtnicity..."
peace.
I usually hate musicals -- and this one's musical numbers were especially long and stale. I mean, there wasn't even any dancing and more than half the people were lip-synching. And besides, crusty old bourgeoisie people with big hats and blank stares singing choir-boy flat notes creep the shit out of me.
