Update

Let the record state I was punked into posting. All i'm going to say is Jameil has a way with words. I know I've been pretty MIA since my last post. Believe me you guys, I've been trying to post, but on the real, I just haven't had it in me. Between work treating me like the 2007 version of Toby and my mind floating in every direction, I just haven't had time to commit to a single thought let alone write about it. Well, I'm at work now and I have a free minute so here's a rundown of what's new with the kid.

1) The quarter life crisis is in FULL swing. Despite my absence from posting, I've been dipping in and out of the blog world reading people's stuff. It's too many to tag individually, but just know that I've been reading. It's somewhat comforting to know that I'm not the only one trying to make sense of...everything basically. One minute I'm feeling good about the job because my show was number one at noon, the next I'm pissed cause my entire 5:30 show is going down faster than a $15 dollar prostitute. I jest but that's how I get through. Buford says this is the time I need to reach out to a mentor. Real talk, I don't trust anyone. I've learned a few things during my tenure as a producer. One of them is this, the minute shit hits the fan, niggas reach for custom made umbrellas. Translation, people look out for themselves. Maybe I'm some sort of idealist who still believes in the concept of team and looking out for the next man. Monique says I need to stop boo-hooing about shit and get 'er done (I'm paraphrasing obviously). And Jameil says blog, but that's just because she's nosy.

2) Still living the single life, but that's my fault. You play the bar at Applebee's and you come home with riblets, not ribs.

3) It's weird getting comments from people who don't have blogs about your blog. Has this happened to anyone else?

4) I'm still writing, just not on one specific thing. I got pilots for tv shows to start/finish...my story to get back to...this blog...and not to mention my everyday duties as a producer. The plate is full, but I'm still hungry. I was gonna sign off with something witty and charming, but slowly I think that side of me is melting away. I won't turn into some cantankerous (break out the Webster's College Edition bitches) guy, but I ain't gonna be as chipper. Guess news does that to you.