Mind Vomit

Skipper posted a comment on the last blog in regards to wondering what I have been thinking about lately, since I haven't been blogging. It made me think of Mind Vomit, so that's what I am giving you tonight. Enjoy.

I have a horrible stabbing pain in my lower back that is killing me, and I worry about it getting better. I can't stand, walk or sit without my lower back seizing up and it makes me want some heavy painkillers.

I had school today and was suppose to take a test that I missed last week. I hadn't really studied for the test, and all my class mates kept going on about how hard it had been. I accepted failure before I even entered the class room, only to be greeted by my teacher telling me not to worry about the test, that I didn't have to take it. I couldn't help but stand there a bit shocked at my good fortune.

I watched Foxy Brown last night instead of studying and was the better for it. I've been watching a lot of old "blackploitation" movies lately, and so Foxy Brown was obviously one on my list. Although I am a huge fan of the original Shaft trilogy, and find it to be the best of the genre, Foxy Brown is now a very close second. Make me a movie with a ass-kicking, Afro-rocking heroine, a fierce wardrobe of polyester, a pure 70's funk soundtrack, and end the movie with Foxy Brown giving her nemeses a jar with her lover's dick in it. How this movie wasn't nominated for an Oscar back in the day is beyond me. A dick in a jar? That smells like an Academy Award to me.

When I was in middle school my family and I took a trip to Disney Land and stayed in the Hilton across the street. I don't know what it was about that hotel but it made an impact on me, and I ended up making some sort of shrine to it when we got home. I posted one of the free postcards they had in the room on my wall, and had other things arranged "just so" on a sarong my mom's friend had bought me on a trip to Costa Rica.

Today wasn't a bad day because my fro didn't fall flat. Yea, the state of my fro does effect the quality of my day.

I went to the gym after work yesterday. I spent the first fifteen minutes on the elliptical machine and after not finding my work-out card in the index, decided to mix things up a bit and try my luck at the rowing machine. It was nine minutes in when I must have pulled the wrong way and something in my back clicked. It was three more minutes until I could move and because that had only brought my workout to a total of twenty-five minutes, and I didn't want to be seen walking out so early, I hit the elliptical machine for a final and painful ten minutes. I might be an idiot, but at least I will be an idiot that's five pounds lighter in a couple months (yes, it will take me that long to lose five pounds).

I was browsing through iTunes today, looking for something new. I came upon on some new electro album by someone I don't remember called, "Sexy Time." I flipped through the album thinking how stupid the name was, but then suddenly realised that it was in fact "Sexy Time" music. It was weird.

How long are artichokes good for?

Snoop Dogg's new album sucks, and isn't worth the space on my hard drive.

I'm looking forward to Christmas.

How bad ass would a double acorn tattoo in honor of Dr. Sylvia be? I'm not going to do it, but it would be pretty bad ass. I would want Corey at L.A. Ink to do it, I think he would do a great job.

I'm heading to Basel for the weekend to hang with Grossi and Grossvati and drag Chung to the Rhine. Chung loves to bitch about sitting on the Rhine but I think she secretly loves the seediness of it, and even if she doesn't, she should should consider herself sweet-ass lucky for being allowed the privilege. There is no company I cherish more while sitting on the Rhine then my own. I'll put that in my pipe and smoke it.

I would greatly appreciate it if The Weather Channel could get their shit straight. They are telling me it is 57 degrees outside and it isn't.

That's the extent to which I can share my thoughts. There are more, but not to be shared.

Tonight's quote come from not a book, but Foxy Brown,

"Death is too easy Bitch, and I want you to suffer."

If I didn't study for that test you can sure as hell believe I didn't proof read this.