God provides

and who am i to doubt Him?

.iamsosmall.

-Lnk-

and it shifts

so today was great. funny how my previous blog makes the world seem grim.
came across a video today
and i still can't believe how hard some people try,
its weird?

i'm not sure how it makes me feel
but i do feel queezy.

oh well, i'm going to bed really early tonight so i'm excited about that.
and i'm getting everything lined up for manana.

and i'm running again.
in some mad fancy shoes
thank you baby :)

.fivepointohhs.

-Lnk-

the harder

the harder i try
the worse it comes.
at least that's the way it seems.

i'm cleaning up
being accountable
trying to be organized
and life just gets heavier and heavier.
when can it be "normal" for just awhile.
some nights/days are better than others.
and some are just harsh.

i'm not complaining.
i couldn't be happier with where i'm at right now.
i'm so blessed to have my jobs
be going to school
awesome friends
great family
a smokin hot girlfriend.

what else could i ask for?

peace......maybe?
patience?

both of those are hefty requests


.ineedtopraymore.

-Lnk-

neuron overload

dock night
it was awesome
too many embers
and not enough Chapelle

but now i'm tired
and have to sleep
in a bed i haven't been frequenting lately
which makes me sad.

it's cold tonight.
hitting 40's
so so so so nice
windows open and i will sleep soundly.

.goodnight.

-Lnk-

grammy's

i don't understand how artists can receive awards (or be nominated for them)
when they aren't even singing.
autotune doesn't mean you are singing.
my dad put it well "i could win an award with autotune."

now the double edge here is that i like autotune.
i like the way it robotizes your voice
and gives it "that sound".
but when every song on your album has you use using it
for the majority of the song
sorry
you aren't an artist.

you are paying producers for beats
and having a computer program pitch bend your voice.
and most of you all don't even write your own lyrics.


booooooooooo

everyone should save up their pennies for "Farewell, Forest"
cause it's going to rock your world

.snakesandraccoons.

-Lnk-

if feel bad

i realize that this blog is slacking
and that i enjoy reading my writing.
so i'm writing again
to have more entries.
cause big numbers make me feel secure.

i found a love hidden in a corner of my heart.
didn't know it was there before
but now its in every space.
no more room for fear or doubt,
just blood filled with love being pumped all throughout.
just stop worrying
and save your tears.
hold my hand and know that this will all be over.
"do you trust me?"

okay, i'm really going to bed now.

.goodnightmeeko.

-Lnk-

its already tomorrow/am i a prick?

so just got home from dropping off Rios.
i'm tired.
i have a headache.
and tonight was great.
love talking to him and its always intellectual.

got some gas on the way home and ran into some people.
they were all driving ford rangers
save some dude in a blacked out car
that they were all standing around poking and prodding at with sticks.

mind you this is at 2 am.

so i go to pay for my gas
and one dude is practically screaming through the door about which mountain dew he wants.
he's directing the attendee to which one he wants.
this is one of those gas stations where after 12 you can't come in,
you have to order from the side.

which is stupid,
but i digress.

so after he finally leads the attendee to the correct beverage
he comments
"God d***! What an a$$ hole. Stupid a$$."
he looks at me,
i smile.

i wait for this dude and his friend to pay for their drinks and smokes
and i pony up the cash for my gas.
i walk to my truck and hear some unrecognizable country music being blared from the ranger next to me.

i pump away looking forward to heading home and sleeping.

he points at my truck,
"I can get the white plates for those."

huh?
for your meters. look i have mine done.
oh cool (me trying to be convincing at 2:30 am)
i also do headliners.
oh nice.
i install this part for 150 or this part for 50.
oh cool man. (both parts look the same to me...did i already say i know nothing about truck interiors?!?)
so yeah man i can do it for ya.
thanks let me get your number. (my attempt at ending this interaction asap but still wanting to look sincere)
yeah call me anytime. i work extensively on rangers.
[friend #2 steps in] you need powdering?
yeah he does powdering real well.
uhhh no? (once again, no idea what he's asking me)thanks though, i'll hit you up.
[looks at my truck]
damn that's crispy as f*ck. where'd you get it?
(i have no idea what crispy means as i only use that word when describing KFC's delicious chicken)
hialeah.
k man be easy.
you too.

i drive away and thank God that was over.

i'm such a hater.
get to bed kids.
stop driving around, fixing your cars
blaring your AWFUL music, yelling at gas station attendants
and GO HOME!!

i assume you live somewhere so why don't you do what everyone else is doing and sleep.
it might help get rid of that odor your body seems to be caked in.

i'm just saying.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
i don't like people yelling at other people
and i don't like people pointing at my truck.

taking the Lord's name in vain ain't cool either.

you ain't touching my truck.

.i'mcrankycausei'mtired.

-Lnk-


this post is for you my dear. thanks for letting me know i'm a slacker