The other night, to be continued...

So I woke up in a corner, behind a bush, next to the valet at the Shore Club.

Life and it's random moments make me happy.

I'm coming up in the world :-D

http://www.revmiami.com/2009/03/flamingo-friday-rev-march-6/#more-1376

How bout 'dem apples?

My ideal workplace

This is my ideal workplace. I'm going to work like this when I grow up.

From 3/10/09

I was walking on Lincoln Road on South Beach

I saw the subject of one of my pieces... over 2 years later

I cannot get the image of this person out of my head.

Still talking... to himself
Still dreaming... like you couldn't possibly imagine.

Wearing pink flip-flops

It sounds strange, but, I envy this person. Absolute freedom. Free to be whoever he wants.

If I don't make it as a performer... I'm going to be like this man. I'm dreaming of it. Nappy hair. No home. Hunger. Delirium. Pink flip-flops.

This is who I am when I grow up.

Empowered.

So empowered tonight. I feel great. Things are starting to formulate.

Life is getting real good, real fast.




Try to keep up.



-- Killed it at the mic tonight.

I am...

So fucking money,

And now I know it.

Happiness

I was quietly celebrating the 3 year anniversary of my car accident (yet another near-death experience) with Chris and as we were walking back to his place it occurred to me: I am happy.

I have found happiness. And it was so easy for me.

I am still breathing. I am alive. I find happiness in the breaths I take and in the songs my heart beats out everyday. I am happy with being alive. And that is such a wonderful feeling.



Breathing makes me happy. There is nothing more valuable to me than my life. Everything else is passing. Everything else can never truly be owned by anyone. Things, they're just things.


Being alive makes me happy. Happy.

I am happy to be alive. And that is definitely enough for me.

Another thought

I sound like an asshole sometimes.

I wear my Jackassery with pride.

Concerning Jaren

I know what I am

I know what I've got

No one can take that from me

No one can tear me down.



I know my worth. And I'm worth it.

Ah

Ugh

Pfft




Uggghhhhh

The 'old' Jaren

So I was thinking a few months back that "Hurray, I'm back to the old, fun me!"

The old me sucked. I drowned out idle times with alcohol. I flitted away boredom with clubs and cheap (and not so cheap) thrills. I was a party favor.

No no no, all wrong.



I'm finding a happy medium between the no nonsense serious me, and the crazy balls-to-the-wall party me.

Deal? Here we go.

Thursday 3/5/09

So I killed it with my new poem on Tuesday night. I went to LIV on Wednesday night (Chromeo was where it was at). Today is just waiting to happen. We'll see.

Poetry 3/3/09

I just wrote something. I'm performing it tonight. Yea, fuck an A. Can't wait.

Bicycle Race

I'm going to see if I can make it this week just using my bike for errands.

I want to get back into the routine of it. I love my bike. I love being on my bike. I love how it makes me feel.




I'm going to be fit as fuck for Juicy :-D

Rosetta Stone

So ever since I've heard about Rosetta Stone from people I knew, I've wanted it.

I had heard about BitTorrent-ing the whole lot of languages... So me being the technophile that I am, I downloaded the whole fucking thing. Only up to level 2, but that's good enough for me.



What a pain in the fucking ass to get going. But I've unlocked it. So it's mine.

Yes.



Finishing up french. Off to portuguese. German is rounding it up. But if I wanted... hindi... polish... greek... fucking swahili... you know. I'm awesome. Period.