Wednesday, September 01, 2004
Skerrr'd & Nervous!
For those of you that don't know where I'm located. Savannah is a city on the coastal border of north Georgia and South Carolina...all it takes is a bridge to cross the borderline. Do you see what I'm gettin' at?
BUT YO!!! This shit don't got me feeling too good. Actually it's got me feeling anxious and paranoid. There is a water globe here in Savannah. It has the earth painted on it, eerily like the painted globe I drive past every day. Actually I stopped looking at it weeks ago cause it was giving me the heebie geebies. And it depicts a large hurricane coming towards this place. Mind you Savannah has not seen a hurricane plow thru here for nearly 100 years. I think this fact is what has me on edge...we are due.
I spent last night taking all the pictures and art off my walls. I tried to mentally prepare for whatever it is that I'm gonna have to do. I ain't feeling this hurricane shit down here in the south. Fuck, gimmie my winter blizzards back. No physical danger involved, no evacuations necessary.
So I'm contemplating what is it that is most important of my possessions. This is hard for me cause one of the freshest points in my life is gettin all my shit under one roof. Collecting it from various places and storage units and accumulating it in my home. I don't know where to begin because my plight has always to keep all my shit, not pick and choose what's important. I'm lucky that 3+ weeks ago I got all my pictures in one box. Whew. But still the preparation is foreign and I can't help but to think...what if this fucker misses completely like the other hurricanes and tropical storms have been. A ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure, right?
Anywhoo I'm on edge. I don't want to leave,but I definitely want to move. I ain't living in this sorta paranoia. I wish I wasn't so paranoid. I think that it's my antenna though, a protection of sorts though it drives me literally insane at times. Sensitivity is a bitch when it is so much part of your being. Feeling ill shit ain't fun. I think I'm getting a ulcer. Oh lets add hypocondriac to my mental issues why don't we. LMAO.
Whateva, I'm a native NYC'er and really if I've been able to walk through crazy ass neighborhoods in the Bronx queens at whatever time in the AM, this shit shouldn't scare me, right?
This brings me back to something I've spent many hours contemplating.
Do not allow your possessions possess you
str8buggin.
For those of you that don't know where I'm located. Savannah is a city on the coastal border of north Georgia and South Carolina...all it takes is a bridge to cross the borderline. Do you see what I'm gettin' at?
BUT YO!!! This shit don't got me feeling too good. Actually it's got me feeling anxious and paranoid. There is a water globe here in Savannah. It has the earth painted on it, eerily like the painted globe I drive past every day. Actually I stopped looking at it weeks ago cause it was giving me the heebie geebies. And it depicts a large hurricane coming towards this place. Mind you Savannah has not seen a hurricane plow thru here for nearly 100 years. I think this fact is what has me on edge...we are due.
I spent last night taking all the pictures and art off my walls. I tried to mentally prepare for whatever it is that I'm gonna have to do. I ain't feeling this hurricane shit down here in the south. Fuck, gimmie my winter blizzards back. No physical danger involved, no evacuations necessary.
So I'm contemplating what is it that is most important of my possessions. This is hard for me cause one of the freshest points in my life is gettin all my shit under one roof. Collecting it from various places and storage units and accumulating it in my home. I don't know where to begin because my plight has always to keep all my shit, not pick and choose what's important. I'm lucky that 3+ weeks ago I got all my pictures in one box. Whew. But still the preparation is foreign and I can't help but to think...what if this fucker misses completely like the other hurricanes and tropical storms have been. A ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure, right?
Anywhoo I'm on edge. I don't want to leave,but I definitely want to move. I ain't living in this sorta paranoia. I wish I wasn't so paranoid. I think that it's my antenna though, a protection of sorts though it drives me literally insane at times. Sensitivity is a bitch when it is so much part of your being. Feeling ill shit ain't fun. I think I'm getting a ulcer. Oh lets add hypocondriac to my mental issues why don't we. LMAO.
Whateva, I'm a native NYC'er and really if I've been able to walk through crazy ass neighborhoods in the Bronx queens at whatever time in the AM, this shit shouldn't scare me, right?
This brings me back to something I've spent many hours contemplating.
Do not allow your possessions possess you
str8buggin.
