snowed in...

its like a bad B movie title. i know. its so ridic outside. worst part is -- 4 x 4's can't move. they haven't swept our block since the snow started (only in bedstuy bklyn) so im feelin' a lil cabin feverish - right now. wanted to take amari to mike's diner this morning. thought some of this crap would stop in the middle of the night. wrong!

starting to feel depressed...i hate weather like this! it's so icky. i feel out of control and stagnant. i was trying to clean the house -- make myself busy (lord knows it needs it) but of course, my laundry (which has been 3 weeks and counting) is calling me and i can't go wash clothes if i really wanted to! which i dont, but i know i should - still it doesnt matter.

so i will type all day. act like i write for a living, oh yea i do. well, i will act like i like it. well. sometimes, i do -- most times, i hate it. hate the politics more than the act of writing. hate the lifestyle of a pauper that will have to be endured (even if in the beginning - if you are lucky). i had that slogan: starving artist.

that's such crap! artists should be revered like celebrities. we should have medical and dental. and royalties for writers and poets who use our tactics! yea, we should have child care for those parents like me (holla back sheba, amanda & dasha). we should receive free clothes like celeb's with less artistic value (i.e., lil kim, etc.). we should get the red carpet at poetry events with the paparazzi following our every move (: oh there mahogany goes. buying books at barnes n noble. oh there she goes on her 2nd white chocolate mocha from starbucks! does that means she's not down with the revolution? check back for reports. there's mahogany talking to an audience member too long. whoa - he's just kissed her hand! is there trouble at home? read star magazine page 16).

hell yea. i can see it!

well back to being bored in a bklyn building... boooo! maybe i will go make coffee. dammit, still no cream! :(