It has been a short while, but here’s the latest:
Sometimes in writing, a pen and paper are far superior than a computer and MS Word, and spell check/grammar check.
Partying like a rock star is cool, but it sucks when it catches up to you.
I don’t understand giving up, although I have moved on.
Bandwagons are corny.
Don’t deride something that you’re paying attention to, it’s the same as hating.
Tropical areas are the best, but it’s better when you get home.
California is still the best state, sorry.
Love is the best/worst four letter word.
Being a fan is cool, being a friend is so much better.
Doing nothing, can give you the greatest feeling.
Being an adult and responsible is liberating, but at the same time tiring.
Music is the best thing ever.
I’m so feeling the Brooklyn indie scene right now.
Disappointed that Lilith Fair was cancelled in GA, I was really planning to see Corinne Bailey Rae and Sia (2nd cancellation) in one show/bill/ticket.
Some decisions are necessary, but hard to make.
Social networking is addictive.
Glad that I can put people on to great music artists, and that they can enjoy them.
I love the spotlight that the NBA has gotten the last few weeks, hey I have to be honest.
Hating that Kelis put out her best material in years, but her voice has been shredded (sounds like too much smoking, but that’s my observation).
I hate that Joi Gilliam doesn’t get the love that she deserves as an artist.
Appreciate new music that I have been put on to.
Glad my friend TJ, is in a better place than she has been. Hoping my friend JJP takes advantage of his opportunity, and sees it for what it is.
Working hard to get back where I was, physically.
Was surprised that I was not as taken aback by finding a dead body.
Was highly disappointed in my Peachtree Road Race performance.
Needs to get back into my book, and take TJ’s advice on a book idea I should start.
My cousin and I are out of control, lol.
One day it will all make sense, but enjoy every moment along the way.
The manuscript Blue Lines is the fictional coming of age narrative of a young California woman Key Yemaya Walker, and her 2 year growing journey through school, love, and life period piece, written by Kenneth Suffern, Jr., taking place at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill between the years of 1997 – 1998. Loosely based on true events, and experiences during that time, told through the eyes and voice of the main female protagonist, a freshman first attending the school.