i may have told this one before
i think south by southwest is winding down right about now, maybe there more show, i dunno. i can't help but think about how warm it is there right now, the cold came back to the river for hopefully one last dance. a big wig from AS texted me to let me know he was wearing his black as popcorn shirt at the madvillian party. john got to go see and meet lady sovereign, hopefully he slipped a cd in her baggy trousers. she's rappin the same party i did last year, or at least it's thrown by the same girl. it woulda been cool to meet her, we got offered a gig with ratatat and big daddy kane, but i turned it down because festivals have a way of getting the bad word out rather than the good. then i got into ratatat and was like john have you heard of this awesome band? he's like yeah you turned down a show with them. whoops. instead i spent the weekend eating french toast crunch. they shape each piece like a little piece of french toast with a little crust and everything. and it tastes like french toast covered in powdered sugar and syrup. makes me think of the chapter in fast food nation where they create any taste imaginable. i got a puzzle postcard from italy which i put together at a diner a block from my apartment. i never went to it before because i assumed it was shi shi and lame as many things in williamsburg are, but it's empty during the day and they serve shoe string fries. my fav. the letter reminded of me in high school, wrote this one pretty girl from germany a letter and ripped it up into a million pieces, gave each piece to a different friend of her's. pieces would get delivered to her all day. she had a boyfriend. later on i would get body slammed in the hallway by a brick head late to class. i was knocked out flat in front of the french class. they we're all looking down on me, she was right above me with a flourescent light behind her, illuminating her head like the virgin mary. it was one helluva way to come to. today i have my graduation class for my level three class. tomorrow is my show with david cross. (that's where i'll get my indie fix.) and then it's the album again. i really should just relax. once this thing is done i'm gonna be on the auction block non stop, there'll be no time to chill. so i should figure out a way to make all this nothing have a calming effect. i thinking i'm jonesin for structure, i look at help wanted signs like they're an option. but they're not. i've got a job and i'm the boss. and i'm still daydreaming out the window. go figure.