Moaning

So yesterday I was a little distraught but I have woken up into a new state of mind. I assembled my futon all on my own...took the longest CLEANEST shower of my life in clear untainted water and I met my roomie for the first time. Turns out the water was temporarily out of order for reasons unknown, my futon is thankfully comfortable and Miranda is really nice. I jumped the gun and immediately panicked over adversities i created in my own head. Thats why my Album is titled "thoughts are things..." because anything i think up in my head becomes a reality. Perception is reality. I wake up every single day and choose how i am going to feel or behave. My attitude, reactions and decisions are all in my own hands...despite the interjections of society. Society is just a bunch of people living on the same land spewing out opinions...most of it having no merit. We're all afraid of the public eye but break the "public" down into single people one by one and ask yourself if you care what each one of them think. I am guilty myself of being somewhat insecure when placed in an unknown environment but when i really stop and look at the situation on a microscopic level we're all just people fighting for the same thing. We are all afraid of something...some just hide it better than others.  New York is congested with a melange of vibrant people...some weighed down by adversities, some afloat on pride, some simply banging out tunes on turned over buckets... at the end of the day all we need is love. Sounds really cheesy to say but when I look it over, being loved trumps every other feeling known to man. I doubt anyone can be in dispute with that.

I digress... let me get back to subject here.... my apartment is looking up... i just need to add some Jena touches to it and get some wicked art for the wall. The lack of pressure in the water makes for a long shower but now im just being finicky and spoiled. I need to put my apartment aside for awhile and focus on getting myself employed again. I have not gone this long without working in a very long time and its uncomfortable. 

Drinks last night were great. We went to a place called Revival...I was really nice inside and had the character of a bohemian lounge. We then skipped over to The Cafe...I recalled going there last winter with a friend and had a little laugh to myself over last years experiences. I don't even know how I made it out alive. I am glad that I can just pick back up where I left off with my friends as though I never left. That's how I know I choose good people to befriend. Takes me awhile to find them...and I definitely don't accept people in my life very quickly but once I get close i stay loyal. I'm like a cat a little huh...but i dont hiss... or spray a foul scent around my apartment in search of a mate. That could explain why i've always been single. I speak of needing love but have never found it for myself. I guess Mr. Right is just taking his time... which I don't mind because I need time to build myself a future and being independent allows me to focus solely on that goal. bla bla bla... i suppose I am getting boring...sometimes I question even posting these musings... but I always do because people skim anyways... i'll start being less serious and more funny once i wash off all the brown stuff from yesterdays shower and get myself a warm blanket...  tomorrows blog will be colored with more humor and less moaning... (thats the sad story of my life these days...less moaning...unfortunately)

going to go wander my block and see if i can get myself some art. East Village is awesome for quirky gadgets and cool shops... 

be back ce soir...

12:37 p.m...As early as it is to be indoors at 12:40 at night on a Saturday I must say my average stroll around the block turned into something much more exciting. 

I decided after much wandering to go into a little corner store and get myself a beverage. Thats when i met me mate Giles. We started chatting over the domination of Snapples over every other beverage brand. I laughed and we ended up having a coffee at this really cool cafe on the corner. Next thing you know were eating Thai food in Greenwhich village, drinking Thai beer and talking about the poor over dubs on the censored version of Braveheart...(giles I know your reading this and likely laughing...babies on minibikes smoking cigarettes and massaging their mustaches might strike a chord right about now) so we had a few drinks... laughed over the trouble we gave our parents as children and I am happy to say I made a new friend. A very good one as we both shook hands on a future promise to engage in hallucinogens. I am now at home having cut the night off early to catch up on some things with my apartment. Aside from the yelling in the streets and the fact that my roomie thinks 7 a.m. is a good time to clean the kitchen, I think i might get  a good sleep tonight! 

Turrah!