I'm sitting here freezing, listening to old soul music. Two dollars at the record store. Two dollars for an hour of nostalgia. Most of this music was made before I was born but, it feels like it was born with me.

The book I was so excited about ordering yesterday is Holler If You Hear Me: Searching for Tupac Shakur by Michael Eric Dyson. I got quite the look when I was talking about it with someone here at work. Yes I'm a metal loving head banging chick however I do enjoy Hip hop as well. Always have.

I'm interested in reading this book mainly because I think Tupac Shakur was an interesting person. Very very intelligent, loved books and lived rough. Died rough. I want to read about what made him who he was. And I've read good reviews about the author.

I'm feeling somber today. Partly because I didn't sleep very well (surprise surprise) and partly because that's just how I am. I've got my eyes turned inward as always.

Again it's been an hour that this entry has been sitting.
And I should note here that what's going around in my brain isn't necessarily bad it's just there. I'm unable to articulate it. I don't know why.
No that there is a lie. I do know why I just don't want to talk about it right now.

So yeah.

In other non related news I'm currently looking at dresses because I think I want to go to the company holiday party and I want to dress up. The dress I've been lusting after for goddamn ever is apparantly not available. It never even went on sale. Now I'm going to pout.

I think that's it. I'm not in the mood for journalling right at the moment.

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