gimme some tunes so i can make a playlist to mess with the bass and treble during my drive from suburbia. i’m thinking tracks that range from heavy percussion and just shit with dynamic vocals.
i think sonny rollins is first on my list though. y’all are fully aware of my obsession with saxophonists.
do you understand the freedom you feel when you pay a ginormous bill and you’re suddenly free of specific financial responsibilities? if i could go back and tell 18-year-old me any piece of advice:
never apply for any credit card.
never put 2 quarter’s worth of tuition on said credit cards, never let your roommate drag you along to shopping sprees in downtown chicago in-between classes just because state street is your backyard and you think you’re SO COOL because of it (NOT), never get tempted to buy every new thing that comes in shipment at whatever retailer you work at, never let anyone convince you that an XX,XXX line of credit spread amongst several cards is ever a good thing, never max out, never max out, never max out, and never let your savings deplete because of your irresponsibility with money. but hell, if you still do, pay your goddamn shit on time.
i’m freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
so to anyone who’s been all “ay, what’s been up with you” or “you kinda fell off” my only response is i’ve been working way back to a good credit score. i still dream of that lake shore drive condo and owning a music venue and all those far fetched things, but somehow all those over-the-top hopes are the things keeping me in check.
been spending more nights with netflix… while k decides on a potential car purchase (oh boy).
still don’t plan on being all suze orman anytime soon though.
annoyed by one insignificant thing at a time. (via theblueprint)
just a little perspective for those of you following the gay marriage ban in NC (thanks, steph).
do not mull over discouragements, just like stay this for a really, really long time. and eat. and drink.
could put a rest to my everyday self-doubt issues and angry mornings with his can-do spirt, household chemical proficiency, and swiss army knife voodoo still standing by his deprived of the involuntary violent urges beliefs… in advance, i fucking applaud that man. he’ll have a literal hell of a time, but i’ll applaud him. and buy him a shot.
and speaking with excessive “like”s.
i’m pretty certain that lifestyle’s beyond a lot of us so i watch for kicks. i’m also a house hunters watching hustler, the possibly more within-reach type of viewing pleasure but still heavy with WHAT THE HELL DO YOU DO FOR A LIVING AND WHAT DO YOU HAVE YOUR INVESTMENTS IN kinda wonder.
that’s how they should start the show. ayo, this guy? this is what he does day to day.
in this time i think, we tell kids be what you want to be and dreams will come true if you do this and that and the money doesn’t matter and all that lofty fluff. it’s true in certain respects, but not for the not-so model majority. this isn’t more money more problems. i think we could all use a couple more benjamin franklins to pay off bills or just live fucking comfortably. forget the materialistic connotation of the following but maybe the thing to do is to instead show youngens this is what you need to do to get that. maybe blunt and vague is key.
and i’m reading this article about the cheating epidemic, mainly rich college kids (including those in post grad) who have ‘hustled’ their way through school — not in the paying for tuition sense but the paying ghostwriters and/or classmates to do their work sense. kids who’ve confessed to entirely plagiarizing theses with no shame.
the article then has a detailed account from the perspective of the ghostwriter. how clients approach them, the type of projects they take on… it’s one vicious cycle. those who ask for the service and those who accept it.
call it an education drug deal. writers who can’t land legit writing jobs take their conscience out of the equation, focusing on the task at hand and the glamor of getting paper.
not that i didn’t already have strong opinions on the matter, the feelings simply have resurfaced. for lack of better words, it’s not fair. for each busted hiney that did their work and dealt with the consequences of a poorly written assignment due to partying too hard, time constraints, or downright laziness, at the very least it’s their own.
seriously, sac up. there are people who would kill for the chance at an education.
i wouldn’t be surprised if this is how some of us get dumb as soup co-workers.
(via michaelmcgee) (via bitchville)
across from us without cracking up. this moment made into a movie would have ‘she’s playing hard to get’ by hi-five swell in the background. complete with cheesy dance moves, geometric vests, and keyboard adornment.
it’s difficult not to pity those too squeamish to try “weird looking” / “gross sounding” food.
because y’know what? this monk fish liver is fucking delicious.
(it’s alright though. you do your thing, i do my thing. just means more for me!)
.....fleeting moments and the daily grind.
from the city of wind, in a love-hate tango with nostalgia, doubts there'll ever be a point when common will not be relevant, revels in (eases) life's cherry pits, and fueled by words & beats.
