Morning Mail - 5.11.11

Bateman: A great numb feeling washes over me as I let go of the past and look forward to the future. Pretend to be a vampire. I don't really need to pretend, because it's who I am, an emotional vampire. I've just come to expect it. Vampires are real. That I was born this way. That I feed off of other people's real emotions. Search for this night's prey. Who will it be?

Last couple of days have been filled with trying to put the final finishing touches on the new eBook. It’s been a challenge because I change my mind about the track listing or table of contents almost daily. I’ve got about 40 things that I could throw in there, but I’m kind of set on keeping the numbers low so that people will really appreciate the material. But truth be told the process backfired on me. And yesterday it came to a frustrating head. I’ve been saying for months now, oh keep that, I’m going to put that in the book. Well a lot of these pieces are some of my best pieces ever written, but they were created before I came up with the concept for the book. So now I have these pieces that will go into purgatory or they will make the final cut. Then I realized that I hadn’t put a couple pieces that I really want in my book. The vision is really to put something out that makes you understand why it’s called 17th & K, but doesn’t only apply to DC.

I’ve been waking up pretty early lately but not leaving the house early. Today, I’m writing the Morning Mail and I haven’t even gotten out of bed. I’m sitting here BS’ing. I like the fact that my job doesn’t expect me at work before 1030. If I walk into work at like 9AM, they look at me like, “Um… is everything okay?” That’s kind of cool.

A few things that pissed me off yesterday;

I don’t know why someone who has no grounds to speak on a topic insists on doing so. Especially when they’re just disagreeing to disagree. This the funny thing, if you start your sentences with, “You know what I don’t like about him.” In my mind, I’m thinking, you’re full of shit, you actually love the shit if not then WHY ARE YOU READING IT?!

After last week’s situation that transpired at work, I’ve decided not to provide feedback to the group, but rather to provide it one on one and not to a person in particular. At this point, that person can find out during their review. The reason why I feel this way is because sometimes you can’t save someone from dying a slow death. As a lead I’ve always been the type to say, “Hey I really don’t care, I’m a laid back guy and I’m not sweating you.” But when you try and make me look stupid or bitch and moan all the time, that’s when I’m like listen, fuck you, I’m getting paid, I’ll just tell it like it is and stop covering your ass when you don’t even have the decency to come to me with shit. Especially when your ass is wrong as hell.

I have this thing about people touching me to get my attention. Don’t fucking tap my shoulder and ask me if I got a second. If I had a second, 1, I would be at work, I’d leave this shithole, 2, I would probably not have my headphones on and be completely into my work.

You try and tell someone lightly, “hey I’m doing something right now.” It’s like when someone calls you and says, “hey what you up to?” I’m working on my book. THIS IS NOT AN INVITATION TO KEEP TALKING. I swear no disrespect but I’m just going to stop talking to people, period. Last night, I got two phone calls of over 25 minute lengths and incessant texting. I ended the night with five pieces, that’s great, but I was on a roll that quickly fizzled when I realized that people just love to talk to me.

I see why Kanye records in Hawaii or Japan.

End things that pissed me off.

There was this excerpt that I thought was powerful:
Which when your newlywed husband has been caught dating a girl of 21 can be a helluva lot of times per day. "I love you, Tracy. I love you, Tracy. I love you, Tracy." Sometimes the emphasis is on the "I," and sometimes it's on the "love," and other times it's on the "you." Those are three different meanings, and I need to hear all of them.

That’s from Tracy McMillan’s Book. Tracy, not Terry.

I wrote a post about what I think is actually wrong with women. It’s real talk and it’s not about Black women or nothing like that, it’s just about women. The problem is, it’s not nice. After consulting with someone whose opinion I value greatly I’ve decided to shelve it. But I’m still going to let my team read it, because it’s so damn true.

Time to do my fair share of tweeting from Metro.

17th and K Street, May 17th.

Life is good. God is good.

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