Livin' Like a Family of One: J5 Collective

My computer has finally stopped accepting my iPod (among other maladies of an aging idiot box). Luckily, I was able to get one last file transfer in there before they stopped talking: Jurassic 5's Feedback from 2006. Unfortunately, What's Golden is on Power in Numbers, so I don't get that gem. But still, it's okay. I've been running along the riverbank this week in an attempt to find motivation in myself. J5 is pretty dope. No violence, no drugs ruling their lyrics. Just hyping themselves as the best MCs in history. Lotta clout to that claim, really...

I've realized that in the last 5 years or so, I haven't really put myself out there and made any attempt to make my life better. I mean, I went to Korea. Then I went to Taiwan. But those experiences did not burrow into my brain the way I hoped they would. They did in other ways, though. So I guess that's how life goes, right? You have a plan, but reality/fate/destiny plays itself out the way it will and the way you will it. But I know it's time to change course again. So I will. Very soon. Today, in fact. Right now. In a minute. Or tomorrow. Around July for sure. Definitely before I'm 40.

I've been playing pool a lot more lately. Jumping at the chance. The pool halls around here are kept up really nice and generally have a pretty good price. Plus you can bring drinks in there. The Taiwanese play a different style, much like a solo scrimmage where they just knock in whatever they can and he who knocks in the most wins. I guess that's okay, but what I hate is their break. They tap it lightly, hoping to only hit one ball off the corner. What the fuck is this, you twat? You look like you're cheating. Whether you are or not, I'm gonna bum your cigarettes and whoop your booty. Or lose. But either way, can I get one of your smokes?

If I cut out drinking, smoking and masturbation, my IQ would elevate 40 points in the first week. Add a regiment of exercise and language acquisition, I'd almost be as handy as the students I teach.

I have to let go of my financial hangups. I think growing up with money and then having the majority of it disappear has instilled in me a sense that "Oooh, you better save up when you can!" That's not a bad way to be, but it does contradict some of the ideals of the artists' way, right? Go for broke? Well, I'm there. Aint no 'goin'.' ← that looks weird, right?

There are cockroaches in my kitchen. Great.

I'm a journal connoisseur. What's the difference between "connoisseur" and "snob?" Anything?

I really don't care to write any more.

-LS^2