Tuesday tuesday tuesday. What can I say about Tuesday. I am working, I am not hung over, and I am tired. Spring is slowly taking over but I can't wait to be able to wear sandals all week. I don't want frozen tootsies.
I want to go to the park today and have a picnic. that would make me very very happy. Something after work. Why don't you all meet me at 100th and Central Park West and lets throw down some blankets and buy some wine, cheese and sandwiches. Lets play under the sun on the grass and maybe smoke some grass. Hey how about we just all have a great time guys. Come on Who is down. Sometime after work. Maybe 5:30pm 6ish? Come on.
I want to feel the sun go down, that perfect breeze that comes as the sky turns purple and orange and wow. Yes the color wow. I am once again a bit tired of seeing the park from work and not being able to run in. I know the pollen count is fucking people up and shit but come on, attack the problem head first and you can... well I don't know what you can do exactly but it will be something good.

I have been meeting the brightest people. And they are smart but by bright I mean that they just shine. Roger's white Brithday party had a bunch of new people. New for me at least, but they all had a glow. I know you might ask if it was all the damn weed, but no they glowed without it as well. And not everyone was drinking or smoking. Harlem world was pretty cool.

I actually had an incredible day all of Saturday. I'll post more about it at my lunch time.