Just downed 2 eggs (6 short of Rocky Balboa's standard) and a cup of Ying Yang from my favourite cafe.
I am now rocking out in da office to Mike Posner's 'Cooler Than Me' for a vitality boost. "If I could write your a song to make you fall in love, I would already have you [in] under my [hand] arm..". Not an entirely accurate analogy here, but today the bird in the bush is nicer than the bird in hand.
Vegas, Las fucking Vegas (it's so cool that even the f word deserves lower caps). Screw the many pleasure pits and razzle dazzle, the mere thought of the drive along the freeway from Los Angeles to Vegas has already got me started man. Amigos, this dream is starting to become a reified thought now - I can already feel the wind in my hair. I hope that our December of the 11 will be hypercharged and defined by chasing one too many white castles while riding on imbibed tigers. We shall have our own story to tell, and that would be maneuvered and written by the constant hand of havoc.
And one more thing. In a more ideal yet totally unrealistic world, I wish I could create a profession which would entail being a lawyer, pilot and an action hero all at once. No, I have not considered what to name that job but whatever it might be called, it would put an end to my career dilemma which plagued me for the past few years.
Anyway (yes the abrupt ending was not just intended but forced upon me), it is time to snap out of this afternoon reverie and confrnt my reality which entails research, analysis and churning out of numerous documents just so I can don the suit and tie to go to the Supreme Court.
-Kendaman
I am now rocking out in da office to Mike Posner's 'Cooler Than Me' for a vitality boost. "If I could write your a song to make you fall in love, I would already have you [in] under my [hand] arm..". Not an entirely accurate analogy here, but today the bird in the bush is nicer than the bird in hand.
Vegas, Las fucking Vegas (it's so cool that even the f word deserves lower caps). Screw the many pleasure pits and razzle dazzle, the mere thought of the drive along the freeway from Los Angeles to Vegas has already got me started man. Amigos, this dream is starting to become a reified thought now - I can already feel the wind in my hair. I hope that our December of the 11 will be hypercharged and defined by chasing one too many white castles while riding on imbibed tigers. We shall have our own story to tell, and that would be maneuvered and written by the constant hand of havoc.
And one more thing. In a more ideal yet totally unrealistic world, I wish I could create a profession which would entail being a lawyer, pilot and an action hero all at once. No, I have not considered what to name that job but whatever it might be called, it would put an end to my career dilemma which plagued me for the past few years.
Anyway (yes the abrupt ending was not just intended but forced upon me), it is time to snap out of this afternoon reverie and confrnt my reality which entails research, analysis and churning out of numerous documents just so I can don the suit and tie to go to the Supreme Court.
-Kendaman
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