Mother, May I?

Yo dawg. Remember when you didn't do stuff because your parents wouldn't let you? Having grown up I never thought I'd have so many excuses for why I "can't" do things I would love to do. The excuses have been few and far between these days and it is making a big difference in my quality of life. It's truly incredible to see what a few months of concentrated effort can do. Specific goals aren't easy for me, I have much love for many generally creative endeavors. What if I were to decide to focus energy on just one? If so, it would be comedy. At least that's how I feel today. But that feeling will change. Performing is the general pursuit at the moment. The universe will guide me beyond that. Someone has some fresh bread in my vicinity and it's KILLING me. Want.

I invited a local comedian over this weekend. Maybe we'll record a podcast! The thought of whipping up some theme music and fake commercials alone has me sold.

Time for the Funk

Bro... I moved into my very own apartment. Having a kitchen again is making me near explosive with happiness. I'm taking more regular poops and have been thrift shopping like a pro. I just snagged an a-MAZ-ing set of rattan furniture for the living room. It's going to be incredible with all the plants I plan on acquiring. I don't think I'll be buying anything new besides mattresses. I'm so friggin' thrifty! I'll be posting all the pictures when it starts coming together. Though I may get some colorful pieces from where I work since I love some of the stuff we sell. Such as...

Lousy Smarch Weather

I'm ready for summer. It just ain't right when the weather decides to be poopy on weekends. I'm also ready for Daylight Savings and a new place to live and a puppy and a million dollars and a vacation and a new, sexy haircut. I did dye my hair last night. Same ol' Clairol Flare Me "Rose to the Occasion" as it looks good fresh or faded with my skin and eyes. Maybe I'll have my blessed cousin cut my hair next weekend, every time he cuts my hair it looks great and grows out beautifully.

Did the karaoke this past Thursday with dear Brandy. Love Shack 100%.

Was offered cocaine again. Declined again. I figured I just didn't have that many chores to do. Not much to do at all really. No stressful deadlines. No lack of enough energy or focus. Maybe if I had one o' them corporate-type jobs and no soul. Or just went through a really dark phase of not liking myself. It's not crack, but I prefer a laid back demeanor. Coffee fixes me up pretty okay.

The snow just kept dumping over the weekend... the kids get a snow day today, but not little ol' me. I did get the tax return dough and will be moving into my own pad ASAP. Which requires a bit of time and attention during my normal work hours and it'll be so wonderful when it's done. It would be great to get a place with a big closet that could be turned into a little studio. Dreams.

Zoomba

Roland turned six on Monday - he seems even younger somehow. Kids DO NOT grow up "SOOOOO FAST". They take forever to reach maturity compared to so many other mammals. Six years we've been able to keep him alive and he is still all little and helpless. He's getting pretty good at reading though, I guess.

Oh, and I went to a Zombie Prom themed party on Friday, danced my brains out. I used red decorative gel (for desserts) for the blood and green for a big ol' booger and some rotting parts. Zombies aren't my favorite thing, but I was asked to go and love costumes. Roland wore a ripped white shirt over a red shirt so he could be a zombie too (he did not go to the prom though). There was a vendor selling jewelry there and I got a scorpion pin. Love it. The new job is great too, WAY better for my brain/strengths. Alright, back to working on music. Open mic is tomorrow.

Ice, Ice BB

My car needs a bath so, so bad. It's hard to justify when it's just going to get sloshed on again. Though it is always fun to take the kids and go through the automatic/drive-through carwash with this song playing:




That was Jason's idea. He's right ya know. It's magical to see all the swirling, spinning brushes and raggy things rotating and swooshing around with suds and sprays whilst this song plays. And somehow as the wash ends and the sunlight reaches the windshield again - that last little choral bit plays and it's like, "whoa".

Music just does it for me. I got to jam for a half minute with Riley and Mike yesterday. Open mic on Monday was rad. Always is, really. Hopefully I can work on some tunes with Ben Morse soon too - he told me of a job opening at a company his friend works at and I GOT THE JOB! It's an amazingly better schedule and customer service position. Call centers are incredibly not my thing it turns out.

Riley is taking me out for sushi on Saturday. I'm going to wear a retro dress I found at Goodwill and put on makeup and do my hair and post that crap in Instagram because it's art, bruh.

Out For Drinx

Take a coworker out for a couple drinks after work. They love it. Then go find your favorite face and pull them from their current engagement with five minutes notice and take them home and read silently with them and chuckle independently - be sure to do the laughing together. Knowing they don't care all that much and you don't either and want is a thing of the past, back when heat was too hot and entropy hadn't solidified you coldly in coolness. If you're not settling into a cozy routine, do it. If you've settled into a cozy routine, cut that shit out. Take the concentrated coziness and, with a dropper from a tincture bottle, put 2-3 drops directly into the ocean of hellacious stress. The reaction is astonishing enough that you'll start to appreciate the sea of a workload you've been navigating. It's salt water, don't drink it! Float on it, bitches.

Da Flow

That "Organ Donor" track got some sweet lyrics - at a certain point an idea manifested and the flow was funky fresh (and feisty!) and I can somehow remember the words when I perform it too! Haha. I have a difficult time with that usually. Lately I've been thinking in poems and feeling great... like, probably too great. I'm a sucker for unsustainable levels of happiness. The last several weeks I've been improvising songs for a newly formed band that currently goes by #dorsalfun (yes, hashtag dorsalfun, it's awful on purpose or on porpoise. haha. ugh.) It's such a fantastic group of people - really wonderful musicians. It's an honor to jam with them whenever the opportunity arises.

Work has been stimulating too, I just finished the five weeks of training and am starting the regular schedule the day after tomorrow. With the holidays and a personal day already scheduled, the next three weeks will be four day work weeks. I did laundry today. The kids are all set for school next week and will have a nice winter break soon. These kids are a delight. I bought Roland a new coat with an "R" on it, it's way cute. We went and saw A Christmas Carol last night, amazing actors that also play instruments - it was kind of incredible. Scrooge was really into it. A bunch of drool fell out of his mouth at one point.