back on top for the day. i've come to terms with my emotions being commodified into top 4o pop hits. i'm going to CalSlam tonight. Had a semi-mind-settling conversation last night.
All in all, i'm going to make this day my bitch.
In other news, i'm going to start working on a poem that follows the Kubler-Ross model of grief. You know, the denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance thing? Whatever, wikipedia it. I think I can track my transition between stages, but it seems like such a cold thing to put into steps. So i'm gonna rip it a new asshole! Yay, pop psychology! I started scrawling some ideas for it yesterday. Inspiration was lost when Al and I decided to split a pitcher at the Bear's Lair (yes, on a Monday afternoon. rock.). But really, did I have anything better to do? absolutely not. besides, beer is good and fattening. I was simply accomplishing one of my many goals. The more beer I drink, the sooner I can ride my bike again! (re: yesterday's post... my aggression has subsided. for the moment. kick boxing may be excessive and, frankly, not my style.)
Also, get ready for another Theater 25AC poem! I'm probably going to write something about how i'm too guilty to write something about the grape strike. because. i am.
peacin' out, grout!
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