friday night lighter
So much better this week. Wonder why. The moon, hormones? Spillah’s impending move to the hood? Whatever it is, I’ll take it.
So. The week. Mostly good. I love my job. (Yes, I have the occasional pang for day-long drum banging, but who doesn’t?) I’m not doing much yet, but I will. People don’t know what I do. They view me as “one of them” not “one of us,” which is fine with me, for now. Company, honchos, future prospects are all very good. Media: great place to be. The revolution is nigh.
Regarding online bachelors. Nothing happening. At all. After I shelled out dough for an online membership. After I declared I would document my efforts on this space. After I checked my email a gazillion times an hour to see if anyone had contacted me. Nuthin. Not even the Rickster. Could he have sensed I was mocking his name? Fuck it. With a moniker like that, it simply wasn’t meant to be. I’m not giving up, though. I emailed a few dudes … none have written back. But I am not giving up. One of my personal strengths: patience.