The work day was a work day. What more can I say about that. A few people pissed me off as is always the case with that, but all in all it was a day as any other. On these days the anticipation of Acentos fills my five o'clock dreams and makes the day greater than what it might have been. Thanks to OB, Fish, Rich, and Jess for organizing this wonderful phenomenon. So now that I have started on Acentos let me just say that it was incredible as always. I felt the new poem energy and I was glad that I had one on hand. I heard so much great poetry tonight and I am glad that this series exists. The feature was great. He had a style that I don't think I will ever get down but I love watching it. I love my style but I love watching others more. I do my style so I really wouldn't want to see it too often.
Let me just say that Rich's sporadic concoctions are INCREDIBLE.
I was pleased with my poem and its reaction but I was not too happy with the cliche used in it. Yesterday Mr. Roger Bonair Agard told me that he loves the facts that he sees no cliches in my work. I totally botched that up. I Jess, Rich and Jane to thank for showing me the cliches that made my work dull, and I have myself to blame for including it in this poem. I still love the poem, just need to remove that line and add a better one.

Today I began my skating season. First time since last year. I didn't even skate as much as I wanted to last year and I think that I missed the year before that completely. I felt the strain on my lower back and the pain on my feet but in time that will all go away. I love skating. I went from my house all the way to Acentos, while taking too many turns to avoid steep ass Bronx hills. I love hills, but I don't like cars that almost hit me while I am traveling incredibly fast thru intersections. I loved it though, it was a true exercise. In Central Park I don't have to worry about cars so I will restrict my quick zips to the confines of that haven.

When I left my mothers house I thought that the three block walk was too long so I threw them on again. That was just heaven. I was alone in the night with the sweetest wind possible and my rolling feet. I must have skated on that three block stretch for half an hour. I felt so free, so alive. My thoughts are the purest during those way too few moments. This year I will try to do it as much as possible. If there are any fellow skaters please contact me for a day of blissful roller chilling.

Tomorrow I will take my Time Out magazine to a movie theater two hours early and get on line for the premiere of "Saved". This movie centers on an over Christian community of teens. It looks like a good comedy but the real reason that I am going is that it is free and I have nothing to do. I enjoy doing things like that too. On Thursday, after some "after work drinks" I will head to the theater again to see "Raising Hellen". That is the new Kate Hudson fick. A romantic comedy at that. I love those sappy movies that attempt to produce a tear. Luckily I already have tickets to that one, because I stood on thirteenth street for about 45 minutes before Louder Mondays. I don't mind the wait as long as I have something to read and something to write with. These tickets admit two, and I think that I will see both of them alone, unless someone offers to join me before then. It's cool because I don't go to the movies by myself as much as I used to, and I enjoy the moments where I can treat myself to a date. I am good company at times.

Another ride home leaves me silent and lonely. The skate dulled it a little but here I am again, alone with my thoughts. I guess that it's cool because it inspires writing at times. Not all the time but those few times are enough to justify the others. I tell myself whatever I have to, to get through another night by myself.

Enough...