Come to me.
In those open arms is where I wanna be.
Living free…I need to be.
I need to be your love.
Yeah….Inner-city life.
Inner-city pressure.
Inner-city life.
Inner-city pressure taking over me.
Yeah….But I won’t let go.
I won’t let go of your love.
Yeah….                                              -Goldie
“And every couple fights. We all fight. Everybody in here fights. It doesn’t matter your age. Younger couples, slightly older couples………..cowboy couples. Everybody fights, right? Everybody fights. And we’ve all had the same fights and you know exactly the fights I’m talking about.”
-Greg Giraldo
-My Virgoan horoscope says I am to be prepared for today just being completely backwards…and that I will adjust. I don’t know what took the Post express horscope people so long to discover this. Virgoan’s lives are collectively backwards.
-Iraq’s footballers beat out South Korea to reach the Asian Cup Final…and as people celebrated the first in Iraqi sports history, two suicide bombs killed about 50 fans and injured 130….
-Obesity is now “socially contagious”. You are apparently destined to gain 5 pounds for every 17 your larger friend gains. What a crock of shit.
-The White House is apparently staging a fake-me-out 9-11 excercise??
-The Thames flooded again…worst in over 50 years. Oxford’s more ancient buildings, however, escaped for the most part.
-”I Know Who Killed Me” opens tomorrow. It looks like it might not suck.
-”Who should I be tonight?” -Tracey Thorne
-Oh and yeah…I’ll be playing music for you at Science Club this evening.
-The owner of The Green Lantern doesn’t know it yet, and neither does one of their managers I used to work with at Remingtons…but one of their bartenders does! I’ll soon be approaching him with the “you don’t need a cd, just let me (us) come in one night and show you what I (we) can do to your dance floor….” (Parenthetical reference used because I haven’t spoken to my recently operated-upon DJ partnah about it to see if he’s interested.) Hopefully, looks will help that along.
Grand Cab #33!!!! Congratulations!!
You are the latest contestant on Subway State Rejects! Only brilliance could have brought you this far!!! 
There is no prize except this publicity, however. I’m sure your company will be filled with the same joy I am at seeing their name in lights in this context.
I got into your cab at Thomas Circle and told you where I was going. I repeat…. I got into your cab. Everyone knows the unenforced DC law that you basically have to take me where I am going. But you gave me the same cock and bull story a hundred other cabs have given me before. You were “off duty” and going “this way” so you couldn’t blah blah. I reminded you that you’re supposed to take me where I ask to go, gave you the under-breathed “fuck off”, decided not to deal with you because I had shit to do and got into Luxury Cab #531.
The driver gave me no response…but a possible nod of the head…? He just started driving. He is getting me home to my love, my cat, and my dinner quicker, no thanks to you.
You, Grand Cab #33, have this distinction above others right now because you are the latest to have officially contributed to a blight upon our city that has been present and persistently growing for years. And I, admittedly, am guilty of helping you this time around. Shame, I know. -grin-
I should have stayed in your cab and pressed the issue with the police. It’s what I am supposed to do when you lot throw guff. Goes to show how you and others like yourself in these situations have succeeded in pressing DC residents into unwanted decision making. Stay and press the issue…or try with another cab to achieve the ultimate convenience? Hmm. 
Thank you, Grand Cab #33, for helping this process along…for making me (once again) confirm that the cab industry has succeeded against law in making the majority of prospective customers subservient to their own agendas.
Job. Well. Done!
Everyone…a great big hand for Grand Cab #33. And now, a standing ovation for Luxury Cab #531.
Tell me what you think this song is about.
Rocket Man – Music by Elton John – Lyrics by Bernie Taupin
She packed my bags last night pre-flight
Zero hour nine a.m.
And i’m gonna be high as a kite by then
I miss the earth so much i miss my wife
It’s lonely out in space
On such a timeless flight
And i think it’s gonna be a long long time
Till touch down brings me round again to find
I’m not the man they think i am at home
Oh no no no i’m a rocket man
Rocket man burning out his fuse up here alone
Mars ain’t the kind of place to raise your kids
In fact it’s cold as hell
And there’s no one there to raise them if you did
And all this science i don’t understand
It’s just my job five days a week
A rocket man, a rocket man
And i think it’s gonna be a long long time…
I am awake at 205am, having just eaten the last two Tahoe white chocolate macadamia nut cookies, and wondering what the hell is wrong with me that I am awake after hitting the hay at 11. I did not sleep but a single wink. It’s too hot under the blanket, but too cold without it. I can’t find the happy place. It sucks. Feels like my skin is on fire or drown in ice. Will I make even more noise and attempt more food to go with the 2 likely worn-off-by-now Tylenol PM and just-eaten chill-pill? Maybe.
Or maybe another option is to try sleeping again. It feels like the chill-pill just hit. Ugh, that means putting in those blasted ear plugs again. You see…I cannot sleep with sound. Ironic, isn’t it? Here I am, a DJ…currently stuck with an old Morcheeba track in my head doing it’s remix and loop thing that my brain does. And for all of the other things racing through my mind right now, I can’t stand the sound of the dog snoring, the crickets chirping, the birds due in about 3 hours and the fan that Boo just has to have running every single night. I have to run myself into the ground to sleep or it’s bloody torture, that.
Today at work (yesterday for those actually counting) I interviewed for a position where this particular lack of ability to sleep right on a regular basis might come in handy. Unrelated, I was interviewed by the son-in-law of one of Boo’s former co-workers. Small world. And speaking of Smallville…Superman commented on my style of dress, how I should have worn a belt and tucked in, that so & so wore a tie. I retorted with “I don’t play pretend. They are going to hire someone whose answers to the questions made more sense to them. Anyone looking below the table during that meeting isn’t paying very good attention to the interview, now are they?” Interviewing and what to wear are not the questions you want to ask me about. I have landed every interview I’ve ever had, while wearing something that wasn’t exactly interview-par. I have very strong opinions about the topic for another post.
And as I just wrote that sentence, do you know I actually considered doing some work? I’m trying to decide if I am crazy, bored, looking for something to make me bored enough to fall asleep…or just corporate. After a year at this current company I will call Bizzaro World (in comparison to the past), I view my 5-year stay in Corporate Land and laugh. How I stayed in CL for 5 years is amazing, considering the whole sleeper-has-awoken move I’ve pulled since leaving. What’s more is that so many of my old CL habits (such as forgetting to eat breakfast or lunch while working myself into the ground in the hopes of keeing my job when there is actually no threat of losing it) are far from dead and still hard to break.
I don’t think I am trying to prove anything to anyone. I think it’s just a mentality that I’ve fallen into. With each passing day, though, I relax more while still keeping that edge of productivity. It’s the big one-year next week. One year since I started life over. And it feels like so little has changed, but cosmetically. I realize I am in a transition period still. And I know there are some that would say I need to just give it up and make the transition go from pending to achieved. But how does one do that unless they have a clearer picture of what that is? (Notice I said clearer…I have not lost sight of my coming musical metamorphosis. I did actually start work on a new track this evening.)
“The Picture I View”
The CranberriesI haven’t changed but my life has.
People are strange when it’s like as
I did something wrong to them.
And I don’t even know your name.
No I don’t even know your name.
I swear that he’s good for me.
And I swear he looks after me.
And I swear that he looks out for me.
And I swear that he’s good…good…good….La, la, la, the picture I view….
La, la, la, the picture I view….All my plans and promises went tumbling down the hill.
All my friends and promises went tumbling down the hill.
They went tumbling down the hill.I haven’t changed but my life has.
People are strange when it’s like as
I did something wrong to them.
And I don’t even know your name.
No, I don’t even know your name.
I don’t even know your name.
So it comes to pass that I actually put on something other than jeans and a T-shirt. I will not be tucking in said shirt, mind you. That’s too far from my style. And in the tradition I so lovingly hold with my pal Spar, I am not wearing a belt…for luck, though. I’m “lookin’ good and feelin’ gorgeous.” Very impoortant meeting at 2 today.
And I know that despite rolling up my sleeves and making the outfit look even more professional in its non-professional tone, I will probably be sitting across from a standard polo, a red Maryland T-shirt, and a standard button down. And even if I’m not, I’m still gonna sell the hell out of myself…for the 8th time since after my initial hire date.
Whore? Corporate slave? You decide. But wish me luck.
“Touch this skin, honey. Touch alllll of it, darling.”