Fighting for creativity in an acqusition hungry time filled with journeys of synthesism rather than originality.

I've finally gotten a chance to slow down and think and write clearly.  I've been blocked for a few days even though I wonder what a writer would actually do since I don't consider myself one.  Like how do you actually get that title?  Does something just click one day and you become Duffy McMoron the writer?  

I don't ever want to be called a writer, I'd rather be an interpreter to be honest.  That's what I am from now on, in fact alot of us are...instead of that cheesy movie (some may like it) I'm taking my thoughts and everything in my head all jumbled up and...

Either way, got the dugout straightened up almost for the return and I'm for sure looking forward to that.  Seems like it's been so long because time moves fast and slow but no matter what you do, it's still moving.  I've cancelled about three or five sessions with my trainer in the past few weeks.  I know it's bad but hey let's be honest I find it inappropriate to worry about my physical appearance these days and would rather use that time elsewhere.  Like maybe putting a dent in the bottomless pit of movies to watch or books to read which seems to keep getting bigger by the week.  I'm currently reading a few that I will do at least a synopsis on once I'm finished because they're huge for me. 

I even got a chance to watch a few that were sitting around the dugout*.  Three Colors is soooo good so far but sooo hard to finish and I forget the one with the young Dustin Hoffman and the milf.  After those I know for a fact I'm gonna attack the rest of the pile so don't be surprised if you catch me dropping lines from Humphrey Bogart or Amores Perres.

L'histoire drôle du jour:

LA is a very funny place at times, my friend's landlord just came by right now as I'm sitting here and gave me his card.  I looked up because he had on a pair of my fav jeans (House of Cassette) and I knew something was amiss lol.  He said he worked with a few people over there and after a huge delay (I asked him what he does, never ask that in LA unless you want a can of worms open in your face...especially if you meet them while doing their "side" job) said he worked in fashion as a sales rep but he works in retirement planning.  That right there was all I needed to hear before drifting away even though I still could smell the bullshit that seeped from his pores.  I managed to make out him mouthing that his heart is in economics and he's from... Welp msg of that is this:

In LA just about everyone has something else they're doing but not doing enough of... everyone knows someone and if that's so you'll know it within an hour of meeting them.  Oh and nobody is okay with just being themselves and living how they see fit for the most part.  Like LA doesn't have enough of these types already, noooo we need more cars to pollute this place and make traffic worse.  We need more people discontent with their life goals and aspirations because you don't become famous for it.  They're usually people who move here and leave their morals back home.  Instead of following their heart they prefer to be lumped onto everyone else unhappy with what they get up everyday and do.  All in search of... they don't even know.

Lesson of the day:

Substance and meaning outweighs glamour and a facade anyday!  Never be intimidated to live everyday with that tattooed on your forehead~

*dugout: feel co-op headquarters, birthplace, hangout etc.

Rouspéteur d'excuse brutalement émoussé