I ain't sayin i have it, much less that i'm a writer, but i'm tryin to break through these interminable breaks that's been plaguing my communication with unspecified and undisclosed audience. so i think i'm a gonna try writing about random thoughts that my eyes freeze upon in the day.
today while i was using the conditioner that resides in my shower, who's possession it is is not quite clear to me, i noticed it said "For professionals" or something like that. I wonder what that means? Like professional conditioners? Like you can use these viscous substance to condition the condition that arrest us like extreme rendition? Anyways whatever it's for i wonder if i should ask my roommate whether i can use it... naw.
a second thought i had was i've been having a lot of good questioning of myself, intentions, desires and destinations and one thing i realized is i want to be involved in happiness. Not an irresponsible happiness that comes spontaneously, wantonly and at times injuriously, but a happiness that comes from the smiles of others. from the sugar smiles of others that spread sweet tingles throughout the body and warm vibrations through the soul. whatever that means i'm going to strive for it and hopefully being more intentional about seeing things every day will get me there...
