Conspiracy of One: Trust the Rhythm

Dance class is going well. I’m finally understanding what it’s like to just have girls as dance partners. In that case, it’s fun. If I was just a tad bit smaller, I’d seriously switch my major to dance because of the thrill. At least I’m sure I’ll now be taking dance classes every semester until I graduate.

Jordan got his license a couple of days ago. Now the fun can truly begin.

Work is a pain in the ass. If I could go one day without running into stupidity, I’d consider being nice. However, when you can’t get away with saying “I hate my coworkers” without being lectured by a manager, political correctness has hit a low point. And no, I don’t care if you raised in Inglewood/Lennox; I was raised in South Central, bitch. Top that.

Valentine’s Day was a major failure on many levels. One girl ignored me, one girl displayed Semitism, and another didn’t get the extended metaphor, but loved the poem. Speaking of which, I’ve started Truth Conviction 5.0: Student of the Game. It already has a couple of instant classics. More will follow.

My communications class happens to be the best thing that has happened to me so far. People love to hear me speak, something I thought would never occur. Score. And yes Brandon, I did read your post, around five minutes after it was posted. Good shit. So, er, how’s Tea?

Skibbedebebop. Much later.

Current Track – Kevin Federline “America’s Most Hated”


Conspiracy of One: Empty Valentine

Today was the most pathetic Valentine’s Day ever. It really was. Here’s hoping next year doesn’t leave me in the same situation.

If only I were Jewish…

Skibbedebebop. Much later.

Current Track – Pachebel “Canon in D Minor”

Conspiracy of One: The Killing Joke

I guess I’ve finally created the personality that will live when others die. I snapped at work last week after being treated like a child, using words that I’m sure got the message across in the swiftest of manners. Indeed, I’ve hit the plateau of my achievement; however, it remains to be seen if my other coworkers will be able to deal with the one true leader.

Because I’m done succumbing to bullshit. Even though I sent a missile at the wrong person, my point was still made. She may never speak to me again, but it’s not like I had anything resembling a future with her, so I digress. At least until the company party this Friday.

My classes are all worth my time; I could not have constructed a better schedule. In fact, I may have found someone that may be my match in my “Advanced Alphabet” course. No, that’s not the real name, but it sure as hell feels like it; “b” as in “babe…”

I restarted my poetry writing, and I am approximately 10 pages away from completing my fourth anthology. While writing, I think about the other pages, seeing what’s changed to bypass repetition. However, I’ve noticed one thing about my writing; it’s usually about people who…well, affect me in an adverse manner. From Christine not talking to me, to the world not taking notice of my talent…it goes on and on.

The bottom line, however, is that I could not have been that bad of a person that people rue my presence. Even I’m not guilty of that much sin. And congrats to Rex Grossman for making me look like a damn genius.

Skibbedebebop. Much later.

Current Track – Prince “Best of You”