Notes from a Friend's Town

I woke up this morning and as I manuevered my way into the bathroom, I looked in the mirror & my reflection disappointed me. This usually happened in my teen years when I had some crazy dream that I'd awake looking like Morris Chestnutt or whomever was the latest & greatest black man that moved women into a frenzied trance of emotion. The let down was always made manifest as a red zit somwhere on my face. Nothing like a little harmonial imbalance to re-introduce reality into the situation. This morning there was no zit or blackhead to take what little wind that was available out of my lungs as my palms were shocked into action by the cold porcelain face bowl where my all of my morning ritual(s) take place. The morning had long since made itself known, I was bit tardy in my salutations. For the first time I looked into my own eyes, covered in infamous morning crust, you the crust that one kid still had on his face at lunch time. If we'd known how rough his mornings rea...

It's still there. I'm still here. I'll update the blog better once the semester comes to a close. until next time: 1. By the time her friends decided to interfere, I'd already completed my objective. 2. Get over yourself ack. I'm sure you're worth the hype but thats only in your mind. On second thought keep at it, if nothing else you make small talk slightly larger. 3. I soo need that gathering tonight. Dinner with a small group of friends should be the national past time. (after major league sports of course) 4. Why does it feel like school interefers with the studying I want to do? 5. Just because I'm majoring in english literature does not mean I've read (heard of even) every major author from every minor literary moovement in the last century. 

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