Last night I dreamed that I got into a fight with this girl over a David Banner t-shirt. Seriously. I don't even really like David Banner, so that's funny. I mean. I don't hate him. But I don't think about him enough to dream about him.
So what do you think that means? I just googled pictures of him and I think it might mean he's the love of my life, now that I think about it.
I'm supposed to be getting ready for the DJ Quik show, which is tonight at DNA Lounge. Except for 2 things:
1. This boy I work with hired me to make him this crazy fur/vinyl contraption for Burning Man, and I have a hard time turning down work. It needs to be done on Monday so I have to make the pattern tonight.
2. I'm saving my little concert budget for Ice Cube, who's playing next week.
And really there is a third thing, which is that I have to fucking work all weekend long if I don't want to work 12 hour days every day until the end of the month. Which means no going out and really no fun at all this weekend. I have to be the consummate grownup.
Consider it done. That's my new mantra.
I'm pretty sure I want to be a paleontologist. If I start going to school now in the evenings while I'm working full time. Well. I should be digging up dinosaur bones in ohhhhhh. 2015?
That's not disheartening at all.
Time machine. Maybe I'll put my energy into building a time machine, instead.
Happy Friday.
This video gives me a tingle for a bunch of different reasons. It is not a time machine, but it is close.
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