i guess i might just write my blog like this
a sonnet every day 'till the week's through
it might not be a sure-fire path to bliss
but 'tleast to try will give me tings ah do.
my weekend, not much diff'rent than the rest.
take friday: quiet, ate out with some friends,
we all watched movies (joe dirt was the best),
then with a raucous beer fight that night ends.
on saturday i spun the hottest wax --
new lumidee, pharell, and ODB;
the room, too warm from all the lech'rous acts,
the walls, the people: sweating, just like me.
the lotus festival in echo park
was beautiful on sunday, before it got dark