A chill post for myself because I’m tired. I guess to completely tire out my energy, I have to work from 12 to 6 p.m., clean from 7 to 8 p.m., then pull some business moves from 10 p.m. to 1 a.m. I woke up at 7 a.m. and I was like, haha, not today. I went back to sleep and woke up at 10 a.m. I have to get to work before 1 p.m. at the latest. 12 p.m. ideally.
What are you up to today?
Last night Tori and I went out to support a “friend” who was showing their “artwork” at Tenants. Oh Tenants. Tenants on a Wednesday night might be better than Tenants on a Tuesday night. We made for the bathroom and within five seconds of dancing to I Love It, I got into a philosophical discussion with a woman who, popping a squat over the toilet, door opened, told me she loves Kanye. I told her I love Kanye, too, and she was gassed. She wanted me to tell her best friend I blame Kim Kardashian for sucking the life out of him, so I did. The friend, cheetah-print scarf wrapped around her, agreed. They were from New Orleans and we looked at a painting behind them and they gave me an interpretation I liked a lot more than my own. I went to the bathroom again and they were gone by the time I came back.
We picked up one of Tori’s friends and talked about our hustles. Ambo is sweet and adorable and way too shy gal for the amount of talent she has. It’s a hard world out here for people who want to work in a creative industry. There’s the constant vying for validation, which often comes at a cost, versus the constant need to create something you believe will contribute value to the world. I wrote on my wall the moment I realized, “as a creative worker, the most important things are time, integrity, and the people you surround yourself with.” I was glad to meet Ambo, even if I told Tori I didn’t like wasting my time giving rides to people I haven’t met.
Tori and I went to get tacos afterwards. We ordered two items, one chicken and one vegan. Both of them had sour cream so we shared, not able to tell which was which. I didn’t want her to break her vegan edge, but she threw up afterwards anyways. It’s chill. At this point in my life, I only hang out with people who take the lessons as they come. There are no edges to break. Just a lot of lessons to be learned on a Wednesday night.
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