I am SO alive! Stoked something solid. Pumped past passion. Whatever you are doing, you're doing it well. And me, I'll add. If there be no call of affirmation (UPDATE: I definitely got the job), I will remain in the pleasure of these leaps and bounds. I think it's true. Really. I think I might really be....awesome. The legit kind. The desirable and influential kind. Impossible to describe how spot-on the mojo was...damn was it affirming. Swirling around the room as in a creation via Van Gogh. A soothing and soulfully pronounced beat, compliments of Sade. I get it. This had to happen just as it happened. I am illuminated with the indescribable glory, along with the scents and pending tastes of that which is Harold's Chicken (UPDATE: I AM ADDICTED).
**Check out my buddy [thee awe-inspiring and motivating], Emanuel Vinson.
Edit edit edit edit edit edit EDIT. FYVM.
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This is to the necessitating of scrubs and the lacking of desire in all that is creeps. The scrubs be simple. But you....? OH, it had to happen. Should of happened longISH ago. Did happen. Bullshit away the faulty logic of violation. I might forgive but certainly don't forget. Shake, shake, shake the faith. Always. Again. Again. So I continue. The ongoing process of self-protection and doing what is right. To me. Your input isn't valid. Truth. You've corrupted this thought process, the very security I knew. The capacity for beauty has given way to misjudged violations and frustration in knowing that help is but a step away. Get some.
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What makes this dandy and tolerable? Podcasts. Best one ever? Poddy Mouths. Listen. Love. Learn about some of the loves of my life and the definition of they-didn't-just-go-there conversations. I am featured in episodes 11 AND 12. Check 'em out.
<3 always,
Alejandra
P.S. Let's hang out soon and laugh about the strangeness. And life.
