yeah. whereas the most essential for the rest of humanity has always been 'to be or not to be' it is definetely 'to freak out or not to freak out' for drama queen women like me. And we are only called Drama Queens because human beings have the insatiable urge to label and box and explain just about everything.
Doesn't fit in?
Listen to fucking Drum'n'Bass motherfucker!!!!
for this matter, here a nice little link that I personally sorta kinda like: www.epitonic.com
so this is my refuge. music. once more. the drug.
Now check this out: never go out of your way too much for a lazy ass boyfriend. It was such a unique and overwhelmingly gorgeous thing that he said how much he misses me and has to come out here TONIGHT to see me for an hour or so (yeah right) that I immediately dropped the idea of performing at an open mic session at a Cafe my friend told me about. I fucking dropped it, because I wanted to see my love. Now, I even didn't think of asking him to come out there because I know he doesn't have a car and can't ask his friends to drive him all over LA. So see, it's not like I am not understanding or comprehensive of his situation.
But so I am fucking waiting here. First I waited where he had wanted me to wait. But now I am where I was because I have wireless here and fuck, blogging is probably the best solution for this 'to freak out or not to freak out' question.
I mean, hey, I don't want to spoil this one time I can see him! I am so fucking putting up with it, I don't know myself anymore. FUCK THAT!!!!!!! But I love him just a little too much. FREAK!
who knows....
I am still a big fan of life.
But I should have gone
1) to the Cafe and play
2) wait where I wanted to wait from the start
3) leave a long time ago
thats about it.
a temporarily true snap shot of my freaking female mind.
now go and enjoy motherfucking downtempo 'Herbert" 'Leave me now"
good night
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