Damn, I was just thinking that next week I'll be on Honolulu traversing that island metropolis awaiting what will surely be the macabre display that is My Chemical Romance. It will be nice to be around people who have no idea who I am and don't care. To just walk amongst the dead as it were. The great thing about the city there is that all the people I know out there don't frequent the same haunts I do. I wouldn't want Noey in particular to know that on occasion I have a sitdown at the Femme Nu. It would tarnish her image of me in contrast to my persona as a writer. Sure, it's the same guy to be sure but exercising different impulses and I'll confess I've been a horny devil as of late and I take no pride in this.
I keep trying to write for the next issue and all I come up with are scenarios. Other people living out grand adventures and death-defying odds. Maybe I've been secretly hopeful under this exterior of impishness. Maybe the light dims behind my darkest restraint. Maybe I just need a beer and a new crush. A muse to facillitate my faculties. Right now, everything I read ends where the good guy wins so I ponder my station in life.
Today all I could about was preempting false starts. Knowing something won't work or not worth starting and tearing that dreadful weed straight out of the ground and burning it from both ends. Or maybe we should try this drummer out. Right now, I'll settle for a novie with heart and dedication than someone who wants room for "lots of rolls and drumfills."
I want to curl up in my bed and die. At least until morning then lay around a little bit more, plan on shaving, not make any eye contact with anyone, write a three minute song about a girl that could only ever truly exist in my head and go back to bed.
All I know is the internet is pure evil. Just like High School.
I keep trying to write for the next issue and all I come up with are scenarios. Other people living out grand adventures and death-defying odds. Maybe I've been secretly hopeful under this exterior of impishness. Maybe the light dims behind my darkest restraint. Maybe I just need a beer and a new crush. A muse to facillitate my faculties. Right now, everything I read ends where the good guy wins so I ponder my station in life.
Today all I could about was preempting false starts. Knowing something won't work or not worth starting and tearing that dreadful weed straight out of the ground and burning it from both ends. Or maybe we should try this drummer out. Right now, I'll settle for a novie with heart and dedication than someone who wants room for "lots of rolls and drumfills."
I want to curl up in my bed and die. At least until morning then lay around a little bit more, plan on shaving, not make any eye contact with anyone, write a three minute song about a girl that could only ever truly exist in my head and go back to bed.
All I know is the internet is pure evil. Just like High School.
The stripper thingie...u have needs too, I mean if you just have a crush at the moment what's wrong w/h that?? I mean me and my friends and my husband go to strip club to oogle and women's goodies on several occasions. There is something incredibly sexy about a woman dancing around naked, don't you agree?