Ethnick Thoughts

I am sitting here. And I feel like I should write. And BOY! do I have a lot to write about. But I can’t. I can’t focus like hardcore Chevy lovers. I’ve already clicked over to Facebook 3 times hoping that new “notifications” would rescue me from writing. Focus Nick, fordFocus. I’m upset because its not just with my writing I can’t focus with…(I take that back) I’ve written three dope songs in the last week or so. Writer’s block is nonexistent to me. What I meant to say is that I am having a difficult time committing. I can’t stick to things like condoms. [As stated before] I seem to be having this “focus” problem in multiple aspects of my life. School, Working, Ladies, Friends, Music, My future. I bet my roommate, Jill, could probably tell you about three of them that piss her off daily. The ones that hurt, offend, or simply include other people are the ones that hurt me the most. I wish I could explain myself. [Psycho rebuttal: If I could explain myself then I should be able to figure out how to fix myself. So do I really wish that I could explain myself or wish that I could fix myself? /endphilosophicarant] My problem now is that I do not understand AND cannot control my problem. Let these words stand as my declaration of defeat and submission. I have tried. Tediously. I need supernatural intervention. They say this November is going to be the month for change? Well I surely hope so, cause I NEED it.

Go out and vote. I won’t be. (don’t ask)

Speaking of focus RIP Juliet… I still have her Sparcos