Politically Wasted

So tired. However, I've never loved the feeling so much.

Office hours are 10:00AM to 3:00PM. We're so dedicated we however stay until 5:00PM. I have dressed professionally for a whole week. To me thats the hardest thing I have to do. Get up. Get ready. Hardest part of the day. Mind you, remembering names and meeting new people everyday is easy.

Saying 'good morning', 'good afternoon', and 'good evening' to absolutely everyone is easy. Saying that to people you do not know, nor plan to, is easier. This job is all about putting your face out there and getting to know strangers. Wonderful public relations job, and hopefully even more wonderful political system.

I am so tired. The only thing keeping me go is the usual freestyle in the car before I go to work, the liberal environment in the office of saying 'Fuk man all dem nigga be stret of di nuk nukz bungi all di tyme now ja herd'?

On the side where the grass is greener, my baby is having just as hard a time as I am. If not, worse. We talk but not nearly as much as we used to. She knows I love her to death though.

So what was my summer up until now since I am starting school in two days?
Jessica, concert, parties, drinking, convention, writing a screenplay, summer class, a foot surgery, cutting friends, adding friends, and better friends. I would say my summer turned out very nicely.

So much going on and so much to be excited for. Boys is boys, no big thing there. Two of my favorite ladies left me, but I still got one left. Hopefully she won't let me get too rigid and stiff.

I need homegirl to hit me up with a freestyle soon. I know she's the only one who'll do it with me, with the exception of Mike. Ayo if you're reading this, whats a good name for an album?

Sad I don't feel lonely because I'm occupied. I think I'm occupied because I feel lonely though.

I'm doing good here, for you. I hope you'll do the same.

I miss you, and you know I do.