I've been ultra-pensive since yesterday, and I can't figure out why. I remember writing an essay when I was a freshman in college to my friend Justin regarding intensity, fueling a lifestyle through being jaded and expectedly-severed expectations, a la Fght Club or some other slightly fatalistic, chic "philosophy". It was pretty fun to believe when, say, lifting weights, listening to angry music, or pushing over nuns, but a little while later I decided it was complete crap and actually started to do something else with myself instead of posturing.

The "something else" has lead from a variety of things to others, but long story short, heh, I'm just roaming around like something restless, and I think I'll go run around outside (in circles, I mean, and this may actually be called "jogging") and perhaps maintain my girlish figure. After that, it's work. As usual. FOR THE MAN. BECAUSE I'M BLACK.

whiter than printer paper,

Jared