NO SAUCE. PART DEUX

Friend of mine said Kanye sucks.

Am I gonna have to slap a bitch?

(haha if she is reading this, she is actually thinking I wanted to slap her. okay yeah i probably would if she said it to my face. oops. but damn………….really doe? really? really doe? i still love you though. but really doe?)

There were six extra-large pizzas and 2 trays full of hot dogs sitting in the kitchen this afternoon. Piping hot. 

Opened that front door a good twelve times this afternoon. Sweeping in that thick south carolina summer into this house for a good hour or so. Left that same door open for all those goodbyes tonight.

Ran around for two hours with a good twenty kids in this house. Sweaty and panting. Had to cut the fan on.

Fan’s cut off now, but the a/c is still going. Was set a tad bit lower than usual for this afternoon. 

Its cold as fuck.

This living room is empty besides seven thin chairs, a half-dead plant, my stereo (now off), and myself. The clicking keys echo off the four walls and the hardwood floors. Its the only lighted room in the house right now. 

Empty rooms get cold fast. Empty rooms get cold fast.

sigh. shit never comes together at night.

but i think that late nights and early mornings are the best times to honestly asses your work- if you find it acceptable then, you know its good. but i mean, i know my stuff isn’t reblog worthy by the sick blogs that I follow yet. so i’ve decided to spend the next month digging and listening to cuts and producers, stocking up on samples (not chopping and storing them), and when that month is over, I hope to start refreshed and anew. 

besides-my first semester of college is coming up. don’t want to fuck that up.

Exporting all my dull-ass demos. Most of which are probably gonna end up on my blog.

9th said put out everything you got and not to hide anything away. be confident in what you put out. so thats what i’m gonna do.

I’m sorry guys, I love ‘yall to death-but I got to unfollow you. 

Line has been drawn. making room on the dash.