pangea.

even though the bird has flown.

tuesday came and went and now i'm in a little situation...

 

Ohhh Alison Krauss... the dirty, dirty things I'd do to you and your fiddle. Mmm'mmm bluegrass.  I need to catch a show. ANY SHOW. I'm having withdraws out here. This is the longest I have gone without some sort of live musical stimulation in...I don't even know. Years? It's starting to get painful. I can only rock my computer speakers for so long before I do something drastic. I can see it now, I'll end up at some cheesy bar show and have to be forcibly dragged off the speakers because I've mounted and violated them. And that would be pretty pathetic. and embarrassing. Actually, also probably pretty improbable as there are rarely even those kind of shows out here. WTF, RIGHT?! If I had more time on my hands I'd drag my happy ass to Cdale and fly a sign that says, "WILL WORK FOR MUSIC". 

le sigh.

Been in a Postal Service, acoustic bluegrassy, melancholy tuneage kind of mood. But then again, when am I not in to the latter? My inner emo child is still there bahahaha. [As long as it's not Bright Eyes. I fucking hate Bright Eyes. Fuck you Conor Oberst and your attempt to glorify your heroin addled angst.] Perhaps I'll cut all my hair off again, bleach it, and put a hot pink stripe right down the front. That would be effing sweet, but that's also pretty extreme... I've been growing my hair out for a longggg time, it's like halfway down my back now. Can't lie, it feels pretty sexy when its all clean and I can feel it on my shoulders. Y'know like when I'm on top...of... stuff..... doing... stuff... buuuut unfortunately [for me, anyway] I have no recollection of when the last time that actually happened was... which is so depressing. I work awful hard at school and my job and rehab and shit to never get laid.

ever.

ever ever.

ever.

EVER.

Now you see why I spend so much time hacking away at my stories and this piece of shit. It's a substitute [though supremely shitty one] for sex. Till then Mr/Ms Next-Sexual-Encounter... whoever you are....

Please don't catch herpes.

'cuuuuuz.

yeah. can't get rid of that.

and...

I don't want sex that bad.

'k. thx.

This has been a public service announcement,

reminding you of the importance of "safe sex".

Remember kids: NO GLOVE, NO LOVE.

 

 courtesy; alison.krauss&union.station.