And at the same time on the outside I'm representing

ShT is for real we abouts to get hectic
-Mobb Deep, "QU Hectic"

Hectic ain't the word. Oddly enough, 2008 is running my butt ragged. My juices are flowing and the pupils are dilating properly. But damn, yo. It's barely sensible.

I like to keep myself busy. Being bored make me, well, bored. And subconsciously, I feel as though I get dumber when my brain is not being stimulated. But I never actually considered the threat that over- or hyper-stimulation could pose.

"I need to slow down, moving through life at a high speed
Watching all the slow runners pass by me"

So let's do a quick pulse check. The discipline is still there (I think). I've been making progress on several avenues that had previously stalled out. I've been doing decently on the whole get-your-ish-together genre in terms of to-do lists and things to which I needed to tend. However, I definitely behind on a couple of things that I would have hoped would be much farther along by now in terms of completeness. And much to my chagrin, a few personal goals have taken hardcore back seats to some more pressing issues. Definite disappointment there. But all in all, I can't complain. Complaining is for bammas. Fuq that, yo.

"FuQ a fantasy I'm leaving in reality
Caught up in this untouchable mentality"

I am tempted to commit. No, it's not what you're thinking. LMAO. I'm inclined to try and get back on my writing shT with a serious vengeance. But it's still just in the inclination phase right now. The type of inspiration needed for my poems comes from who the hell knows, so I'll just go with the flow there. As for blogging, I think about it all the time. So many things occur on any given day that I want to write about and share my view and offer some perspective on but then another fire starts to burn and it's time to ring the alarm. You'd think I was an actual, professional juggler the way things are going as of late. But we can always squeeze some time out of our days, right? There's always room for more. Or so they say.

And who the fuq is they anyway? Fuq them. I've actually been employing the "they" technique lately much to my amusement. I like to randomly invoke mystery experts into conversation without citing my sources. Just to make or embellish a point. To hell with a bibliography, I say. And to hell with rules in general. Break 'em. Just live your life, yo. We about to start the damn Underground Railroad at work beginning tomorrow with this massive-a$ laptop project. I will definitely have to write about that by itself. Let's just say, hectic ain't even close to capturing what's about to go down. I might have to start going to sleep before midnight the next few weeks. Um, yeah. We'll see how that goes. But whatever. We ready. Let's get it.

Why come around if you afraid of what's over here