scraps.

(background sounds: The Truth, India.Arie.)

SO YEAH. while at work, i accumulate tons and tons of “paper debris”: pieces of parchment on which i scribble things. pockets be fat by the end of a shift let me tell you.

there’s been quite a few instances when i had a compelling thought or message, and i feverishly wrote it down and planned on getting around to putting it up here. but i never got to. until now it seems.

let’s delve into my pockets.

should be “Pachelbel’s” but again, these notes very feverishly i write.

beautiful, beautiful piece of classical music by Johann Pachelbel. i’m sure you’re familiar with.

being the very creative, entrepreneurial spirit that i am, i’m always looking for new ways to be innovative with the launch of my baby, my clothing line, Social Security. it’s taken longer than expected but i press on, and couldn’t be more excited about arriving at the finish line.

stay tuned.

awesome songs. give ‘um a listen.

i write, so it would make sense i bust a few rhymes, no?

“this ain’t cookies, childish games or candy. i’ll keep my mindset, sanity, a mean one,

if i was an M+M i’d have to wife”

…the green one!

i still remember the end of the line, lol.

more S.S. bidnezz.

even more S.S. bizz.

an album by Courtney Love and company that i wanted to check out,

and Sarah Silverman‘s book that i wanna read.

i meant to make a post of this particular scrap. it reads, in its entirety:

“blog about movie man’s stupid crush on me.

he has this nutass crush on me for no reason! he knows nothing about me. don’t even think the homie knows my name, yet we “jumpin’ the broom”. he doesn’t know if i’m a fuckin’ serial killer, but i’m “cute”! he has such base opinions about me. i hate that he has no sense of who i am, but sees such a bright future for us. fuck off my dude.“

yeah. i really just can’t fuck with someone expecting something from me without them even knowing my name. don’t work like that in my world.

actually did get to make a post of this. read up.

have yet to order from them. i enjoy baking too much.

another verse of mine. blue pen though yuuuck. and that handwriting, despicable. i had to have been in a rush.

hope you’ve enjoyed the insight..

opportunities such as don’t present themselves everyday anymore