chase

Step, breathe, step, breathe. The goal--always elusive--is as realistic as the path--always changing.

discordance

The noise got louder. At first I could still pick out the melody, but now the sound pierces through me and doesn't relent.

Even when you need it, it stings.

Jesus washed the feet of his disciples.

I wonder sometimes, when I see the signs on the freeway, if I'm reading them or seeing what I expect to see.

lost on a two way street

good timing. sometimes.

A few nights ago I had a dream that I was in a Stephen King movie that had five separate plots. I don't remember it, but it was pretty creepy.

Last night I parked on San Joaquin so my car wouldn't get dirty from the crap reclaimed water they use on the grass. My dad washed it for me on Monday and I haven't got it washed in at least 3 months. Well today I got to my car and it was covered in leaves and the birds used it as target practice. Stupid birds.

Today I took my car for a brake change and axle change. They quoted $180 for the brakes and $230 per axel, but as it turns out, they couldn't reuse the rotors, so the grand total comes to $700, after they let me have a 10% AAA discount (even though I don't have AAA). Man, that's a grip of cashmoney. That's what... 5 months of gas! Too bad you can't hear the irony by reading that. I bummed a ride of Kaffee (shanks!) and went with Meechy Mae and Kayleen on their apartment hunt. Called them right as they were leaving too. Too bad the IAC is a collective parking Nazi.

Picked up my car at 5, and realized I was low on gas, so I dropped by Costco, burned another $25 or so, and grabbed a chicked bake after bumping into Janelle. Ate in the car, rolled back to Madrona, got ready to ball.

I think I'm slowly developing a game, but I still have terrible handles. My post game is getting decent, but I still throw up some fantastic airballs. And my jumper is still consistently inconsistent, but I'll still throw up a J when I'm open. I wish I was fast.

Back in Chino. Someone was a great person (or persons) and decided to open up the express lanes on the 91 with all the construction. What a livesafer. Literally saved 20-30 minutes. Woohoo!

I need new socks. Good socks are hard to find though. Very hard.

Peace.

drive slow homie

2 hours of bball and I didn't really play hard until the last 2 games out of 6. And I only won 1 game. But man, I'm beat.

Everyone speaks a little code now and then.

Why am I always playing catch up? Am I that slow?

I have trouble speaking right now. Arghhh. I'mma get out more.

halo halo

Like the wave that washes over you.

Stretched thin. There's too much to process, not enough to understand. Time to pick up where I think I left off, because I don't remember everything anymore. Only a few enduring images.

2nd most frustrating drive of my life.

among other things