hold up, you don't know me
i'm sitting in my edit room.my silver fox editor, and pony-tailed editing goddess, are working on an audio fix.
i, as a faux producer, am kicking back right now.
i am sipping on peppermint tea and eating peanuts, like the circus elephant i am.
today is a good day.
as i look at my peppermint tea bag, i notice a nugget of inspiration dangling off the side of my cup...
'on with the dance, let the joy be unconfined.' ~mark twain
and, yes, it does say this on the tag of my tea bag...
so, i think this tag on my tea bag means something. more than just a tag. it's more than that. a sign, perhaps. why, yes.
imma gonna go out and grind it tonight, shit.
if temporican can double fist the dating scene, i can go out and rock the mic....
and by that i mean, go home - roll a fat one, eat a pizza pie, pluck my mediterranean eyebrows, watch ali g...and wait for temps phone call about her dating initiatives, status and what have you.
my joy, my joy shall be unconfined this evening.
thank you.
thank you, mark twain.
i'm inspired today, truly.
i'd like to dedicate today to janet jackson and mark twain, for there would be no music in my mind, and no words in my world, without their presence.
posted by tinamarie @ 3:12 PM
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