Livin' Like a Family of One: Buffoon

Here's another word I like. Had my parents named me "Buffoon" instead of "Tunket" (later changed to "Lucas"), I believe I'd've been okay with that. I'm sure it would have closed some doors, but others would have been opened as well, don't you think?

It's Friday. My weekly meeting was just cancelled. I've had 6 coffees today and I don't really want to go to school today but I have a feeling it'll be a good day regardless. I need someone to take a picture of me, though. I've been asked to submit a couple pictures to a teacher's recruitment company and they'd like a "professional" picture (so me tucking my fruit behind my thighs is almost out of the question) and a picture of me teaching (would they accept me having the children singing a lethargic rendition of some 4 Non Blondes?). I have neither. Were I still in Facebook, there'd be a trove of 'em. But I aint, so there aint. No matter, boy. No matter.

Tomorrow I'm'a go to Seoul. I'll go there a boy, but come back a man. More on that later. Actually, I may never mention it again.

Writing songs is tough, man. You gotta make sure it's all true or heartfelt and ideally you're a better guitar player than I am. I need a runnin' partner. A chord creator. A merry maker. A dream delver. A panty dropper. A rubber baby buggy bumper. A real chocolate thunder flyin', robazine cryin', teeth shakin', glass breakin', rump roastin', bun toastin', wham-bam glass breakin' jammer. You know of any?

I'm done with my current contract in 3 months. Then it's whatever the next part of my life is. I hope it's still in Asia. China? Korea? I dunno, mang. I just don't know.

I made potatoes today. Not because I especially wanted them. On the contrary, I was quite turned off by the idea. But because they-along with my ketchup and expired tofu-were the only edible items in my refrigerator. I have been a negligent grocery getter this month. But I am my destiny maker. I can do whatever I want. And not until I take in a puppy, an orphan, a Betty or a King-King will I owe anyone else any of my food. I'm usually happy to share, but it'll be on my terms, not theirs! You got me? You feel me?

6 coffees, Yo.

Go getcher gristle, Yanks.

-LS^2