monday morning complaint

Last night I stayed up late watching Undercover Brother on the big screen in my living room; this has proven to be a mistake. Because I was so tired from the getnosleepdancetoohard weekend we shared, I woke up late and now am two hours late for the funky work job. Also there was a scene in Undercover Brother where the two women (one black, one white, both sexualized) are fighting each other and begin to rip off each other's clothes and then they somehow get into the shower where they start dancing or something and it slows down and the men stop fighting and sit on a couch and eat chips and watch them. I got up and left, but then i went and sat back down and finished Undercover Brother. What a stupid waste of my life.

Sick: of women always playing the role of the bitch or the whore, whether it's a payed hollywood gig or not. Of wasting away creative time and space and sleeping in. Of winter blues and drinking the weekends to nothing. Of hindsight and nostalgia and old friends that never change(d).

now I have to rush to downtown and work for all day, I have to get to the post office and make them fix stuff for me, read a book and write a paper, stop gentrification and eat a healthy meal. don't ever watch Undercover Brother. i'm back in a funk.