its funny that people always want to disturb me when i write.

maybe its not funny. maybe it means that i always want to write. i do.

i want to write about how people say theres no seasons in LA. and how theyre wrong. everyone has sweaters and hats and scarves today. it was cold last night. maybe 30? i had the electric blanket on. i have my google fleece on.

i want to write about how the subways and busses were free last week. and on friday everyone caught on and decided to ride it en mass. it was crowded. lots of white people that youd never see on that thing in a million years.

i want to write about how the subways only had four cars today. monday. how the sign apologized for the inconvenience and how i flipped it off.

theres a bunch of hippies who pass out fliers as you get on the bus. the busriders union. they tell you things like how the mta gets a million dollars a day from tax money anyhow, so they didnt care about the strike, and they dont care if youre late for work.

they dont care about me so much that theyre raising the costs to ride the bus next year and theyre even doing away with transfers and bus passes are getting raised to $52 which doesnt give a guy much of a discount, just a convenience.

mta is dumb. and they’re mean. how do you raise your rates and take away transfers if most of the time you have to stand up in the trains or busses?

i want to write about how i got a part time job offer the other day. pretty much a dream gig, but im so wiped out after doing my 10 hours at the xbi that i barely have time to write on this thing. but dude, if youre reading this, thank you for the offer.

i wish i could take it.


i just want to do a good job at whatever i do, especially if it’s writing.

kat + i heart ms iverson + kat

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