Amandoo’s Handle of Realitumtum

it’s always fun and completely necessary to take care of stuff. oftentimes not fun, more often than not (and more than another ‘regular’ person perhaps)- i don’t do stuff. so when i do i usually end up just freaking out a little lot and not getting too much done.

today i organized, cleaned, moved, typed, finished, kicced ahs. et cet er a. what’d you do?

i’m proud of nappers. napping is good.
talking about feelings is mediocre and appropriate in slim to none for me. i’m kidding, i love a good soul chat, but only when mutually moved.

i am saying nothin’ new if i was to have the roots write a song about it for me. but i say new things now.

i’m sweating a little. it’s almost nice out. it’s hard to move past patterns from your growing-uppance. it’s fun to be an adult and it’s crazy to stay up later than the sun.

i do homework. it’s good for me.

i don’t really do homework- not nearly as much as i should.

should is a dumb word.

words are awesome.

i love freestyling- i should really create an enteprise.

well it’s back to work now, i must have millions of things to do. including music. including homework, and other work, so that’s already a whole lot.

happy day! i don’t mind if you keep your christmas lights up most of the year- as long as they’re not tacky or multi-colored and flashing.

FLASH! FALAFEL!

visit the C & S club Alden Road Cafe sometime. it’s got bird-friendly coffee.

i feel like i wrote the exact same thing i’m about to write, at the exact same time last week. so i won’t. i’ll just say ‘a bucket full of spew, don’t want to go to work, what’s new (eww)’ and move on. on to 10 hours from now when i’m eff inn done. so much work berserk.

at least i have my imaginary friendships in imaginary places. i look forward to busdriver’s concert april 11th like nothing else.

yeah!

other than that….i’ve been up to no good…..no good. very little good.

i ate crispy duck at natural village yesterday and it was maliciously delicious. this was after almost hitting a duck crossing the street on our way to chip and putt. and then i had a dream about swimming with ducks and dams and things.

chip and putt was a plus. yes i did like it. we were philosophical and scurvish with our g-ballin ways. the lesson i got from it?

knowing is only half the battle.

the other half is talent/skill/preparedness/doing/action- that type of thing. put your knowledge to use. so now i will go know how to make espresso beverages for mostly picky female-dog-type ladies, many fat.

i like my a#$es fat not flat. you know? what the froop was this man doing having his janque vulnerable enough for this to happens?!?!!?

on that note, ladies, gentlemen, animals, and reptil#ans, have a wonderful weekend!

i’m making a secret website that will be so deliciously super-awesome that it just might seriously become my job someday. yeah! right! but write away, right away i was so excited.

isn’t that pretty? smartistic person.

great news! i had another NEW DENTIST appointment time and i had no cavities! he did suggest i use a fluoride strong toothpaste thing. who knows if that’ll happen. he also knew me and said something about getting my ‘chops purty’ which i did not like nor understand.

also ended up going to a barbecue yesterday afternoon thanks to not having work. it was nice. real nice. nice out, nice dog times, good tasty everythings. i’m glad i have friends. sometimes. always glad, but only sometimes have them.

doesn’t this sound awesome!??! i would love to have thought up leaving people journals. it’s way more interactive and exciting than a secret message in a bottle. hopefully my new website will be similar, not at all in the same way, but yes. it will be great. soon.

yeah the tall man (world’s tallest) found himself a regular-sized wife.

i want to go to the french riviera soon. that or costa rica or anywhere awesome hot nice lexical fun times.

WHAT A NICE DAY OUT!

something something

i love the worlds.

my friend is from nepal and he is so awesome.

he certainly has a way with his dancing, and his life philosophy is always kind of changing and flowing…

did i tell you what he was once singing a song about at the bar?

he said- it’s about how we all get tired. even the wind gets tired, from blowing so much.

when i asked how he was getting home,

he also said- this is my car (patting thighs). people forget that this is a car!

he also told the story of going to a rhino den where the rhino’s lived, before they came home, and how they charge at people regularly. he also sees tigers in parks, elephants, camels, beers. yeah. he said beer. i said ‘deer’? he said B-E-E-R. we eventually realized it was bears we were both talking about.

i don’t exactly know what ‘chu like. so tell me. personally, i love those cute and fuzzy animal things (mostly only mine though), extremely delicious hip-hop and occasionally some crap beat-strong rap, pure and potent green tea usually japanese, a good snoog (especially from a cat), makin music, being hyper enough to do a lot of stuff and having a nice sense of completion.

i don’t get that completion lately. too many jobs and schools.

i like chu. i like not too many obligations at this point in my life, the sense of freedom i have, knowing that it’s good that i am where i am, i like having fun with friends and people i barely know as well.

and i LOVE THIS!: erykah badu, my hero.com, is supposedly putting out 3 LP’s this year!!! YEE. how sweet would will that be. and i will release my something too- maybe a book maybe a cd, mostly a new pajama moonshine and the history adjusters song.

rainbows and soft clouds!

edited for fally taffle’s staked steak! sake.

with the e accented.

do you eat mcdonald’s chicken nuggets? a chicken nugget was the first thing i ate to declare the end of my two-year stint of vegetarianism. they’re gross.

i would pay $50 dollars not to go to work in a few minutes. and no one would take it even to switch with me. overall i’d be losing over ~110 dollars, but I wouldn’t care. who wants the 50 bones!!!

well i have to go to work. and i’m still scared of night-light driving man. so scared. he is out there.

i guess things could be worse overall. a lot worse.

nothing like going to work on a rainy friday afternoon. ugh. at least i have eyeballs, and at least i am not on any prescription drugs. proud of it too.

i will discuss this later when i am not working. boo. boo hiss. i like to complain about this.

how am i supposed to even pretend to know how to sleep?!?!

remember that post near v-tines day about seeing that man that i had seen only once before when i was crazy all night stay up?

he is real. he is back. the weird part? i was on a walk with !@#$ and @%&*^ (names disguised to protect lives) and i was actually talking about how we ‘own’ the ‘town’ late at ‘night’ because no one is around. few cars really. and then i thought i saw the man drive by. and i was talking about being crazy and we were walking almost finished

and then

he was there. scare. was ver. ee. so.

the bright light in his car is always out of control- i didn’t think it was him when we really saw him because his front lights were so bright. and sure enough his bright interior lit up his face and persona- but this time he was wearing some sort of tribal headband. native american pattern.

bright light. so exposing of interiority. again i try to say maybe he is a paper boy route, but !@#$ says maybe he was when he was younger and now he sleep-paper-drive-routes.

in any case, i will not be able to sleep. for days. it gets worse every time. i admitted that he might be the most real hold of terror grip anyone has ever had on me in reality (not movies and not sensationalized news), because he is real and i had really thought i made him up when i was crazy and he really is real now.

but few have seen him. !@#$ still couldn’t see him fully because his bright lights blinded us. i just knew. terror in my heartmobile. and i looked straight on at him into the car. which scared me even more.

it is soon the time to draw a picture for you to sort of be helped by.

(!@#$%^&*)

i just do not know.

Watch this video. I know you’ll end up liking the music even if you didn’t think you would have, but you will certainly love the creepy awesome video.

I love Quasimoto. I love Stones Throw. I bought Madlib’s Beat Konducta Volumes 1-2: Movie Scenes

Love. Love. Love.

oh dear. mu-mu-mu-ma-make @#$%^ like this!
what are you mean saying!??!!?
who told you how to run! run your life?!?!!
i am frightened.
well.

well.
“to me he look like a leprechaun to me, all you gotta do is look up in the tree, who else seen the leprechaun say yeah!”

that video is out of control. i wanna know. but so is my life sometimes.

yesterday a friend and i hung out, and you know what she pointed out about liking boys who don’t like back like you’d like? in her words:

“I don’t need a man unless he doesn’t need me…then I need him bad”

sometimes a lot of things are out of control. so out there that i can’t really explain them without you having been there to live them with me.

out of control can also be good. really grood times. (watch some of these responsesand you will not feel bad about living. at all. not as if you did, but seriously.)

i can’t complain right now for the most part. i’m happy, very busy, things are changing and more stuff will change soon a lot, and i am making some gold.

i miss my nieces, and mobile, alabama.