small

so here i am at work... this is day two of working graveyard shift, it was really great, actually, last night i only took four calls for my entire 10 hour shift. i messed around on myspace all night. i should probably be worried that my internet usage is being monitered here. monitored. monit... i think im spelling that wrong.

tonight was the last night of R Spot. its become quite the hot spot for soulful intellectual artisitic black folks in san diego, am im a tad sad to see it go, though i never really went anyway. they would do featured artist and open mic, and i would go ritually when they first opened, b/c i had met the owner james and he was really nice and i wanted to show support. but then his crowd was filling out & i stopped coming thru, the brotha didnt need me and i wasnt really keen on being there. i do like some poetry, but at an open mic, there's so much that starts to sound the same..

my homegirl called me from r spot tonight, talking about the host bennie and how lame she thinks he is. i think she does this only b/c they had at one time been intimate and it didnt work out. she then began to flirt with the guy outside when she went out to talk on the phone with me. and when he wasnt really responding, talked about how short he was. i read some quote on someone's myspace profile, something like:

"great people talk about ideas. average people talk about things. small people talk about other people."

that is what i am thinking about my friend right now, she is a small person.