Yay!!
****It's Friday!! It's FRIDAY!!****
:::Happy Dance:::
I don't know what I will do with myself.
I might go out and have a few frilly drinks with a few others. Maybe dance a bit or sit and watch.
I may go home and drink with my roommate and listen to Coast To Coast AM. Tonight is open lines.
Or, maybe I'll read a book or do some writing. I've been trying to focus more on writing lyrics.... I haven't done it for so long that everything just ends up being one of my weird little abstract ramblings. Not that there is anything wrong with that, and at least I have something to work with. My brother wants lyrics for his band, and asked if I'd see what I can come up with. I'm not feeling too "angsty" lately, so I'm having a hard time cumming up with lyrics that he wants (his band is influenced by the likes of Slipknot, System of a Down, Marilyn Manson, Staind, etc., etc., etc.). The stuff that seeps out of my subconsious, through the pen and onto the pad is about ice cream and kitty cats and butterflies and sunshine. Needless to say, NOT what little brother is looking for.
Heh. Maybe I'll take a few chords and turn those bits of prose into annoying little songs. Then, the next time when I see my brother and he asks if I wrote anything, I'll torment him in a high-pitched squeaky voice whilst jumping up and down with a shit-eating grin on my face.
****It's Friday!! It's FRIDAY!!****
:::Happy Dance:::
I don't know what I will do with myself.
I might go out and have a few frilly drinks with a few others. Maybe dance a bit or sit and watch.
I may go home and drink with my roommate and listen to Coast To Coast AM. Tonight is open lines.
Or, maybe I'll read a book or do some writing. I've been trying to focus more on writing lyrics.... I haven't done it for so long that everything just ends up being one of my weird little abstract ramblings. Not that there is anything wrong with that, and at least I have something to work with. My brother wants lyrics for his band, and asked if I'd see what I can come up with. I'm not feeling too "angsty" lately, so I'm having a hard time cumming up with lyrics that he wants (his band is influenced by the likes of Slipknot, System of a Down, Marilyn Manson, Staind, etc., etc., etc.). The stuff that seeps out of my subconsious, through the pen and onto the pad is about ice cream and kitty cats and butterflies and sunshine. Needless to say, NOT what little brother is looking for.
Heh. Maybe I'll take a few chords and turn those bits of prose into annoying little songs. Then, the next time when I see my brother and he asks if I wrote anything, I'll torment him in a high-pitched squeaky voice whilst jumping up and down with a shit-eating grin on my face.
anyway, you're a very pretty lady. nice to find you on the site here.