I am freeeeeeezing! And I haven't slept at all, I really don't know what is wrong with me, I haven't slept hardly at all, It's like I am stressed about something, but really I'm not. I don't know. I have been in a writing mood lately....It reminds me of my dream of being a journalist. I really need to get my shit together so I can go back to school. I don't think I am going to go for journalism, like I had always planned, but maybe go into photojournalism?? I miss using my SLR and taking amazing photos...I need to get that back from Jeff... I don't know what or who I want to be anymore. Things sure have changed since those days that I thought I had everything on track, but then I screwed that shit up. I'm not worried about it though. I will get it together someday. I just need to re-evaluate things and get them in order...
I need to call Emily this weekend, she, Michael and I need some alcohol therapy! So, maybe I'll be in KY this weekend? Who knows?!
I'm at Mary Ann's right now, and I have to sweep and do the dishes while she's at school, cause I offered =) her boy is comin down tonight!!!! I'm happy that she found someone, she deserves it!
I have been dancing around the living room all morning, it's been fun!
I found the YouTube of me drunkenly dancing on stage with Andi to Tilly and the Wall, so to celebrate, he's the lyrics, It's gonna set the mood for the weekend!
Nights of the Living Dead
Well the high school kids they're all fucked up.
Touching each other, oh my god.
Yeah and forty ounces was never enough.
We want to pass out in your yard, we want to pass out.
Dressing in drag your best friend's clothes,
while boys kissed boys in hotel rooms.
Oh and just when we thought we were no longer lost
they kicked us out into the dirty streets of Atlanta.
So it's Friday night down on North Avenue,
where the gas station parking lot prostitutes
tried to fix their hair in our rearview mirrors.
You know we're just trying to get to the club and shake our asses.
A caravan of kids, some big old mess,
on an old wooden dock, oh we're bored to death.
We've got a bottle of wine, a fresh pack of smokes.
We're going to end up screaming about some midnight garage sale.
God, put down your gun can't you see we're dead?
God, put down your hand we're not listening.
The microphone cut off so we're screaming at the top of our lungs.
We are born so fresh, a golden prize,
until you scrape that knee and quickly realize
that you're lost in a fog on your way to death.
Oh a thick black line, a thick black line.
So you better speak up, better raise that voice.
Come on, scream loud all you girls and boys.
Let's get wild, wild, wild. Let's rejoice.
C'mon, c'mon. I want to hear that fucking noise.
Oh the push and pull of everything, oh this nightmare of electricity.
We are the living dead, yeah the living dead.
That's the way it is. That's the way it's always been.
Oh that snake slithered past my house today.
Oh I heard he caught you on a dark highway.
No the clouds didn't part they just grew into a storm.
I can still hear the sound of the rolling thunder.
God, put down your gun can't you see we're dead?
God put down your hand we're not listening.
God, put down your gun can't you see we're dead?
I said, God put down your hand we're not listening.
Oh we never were.
I want to fuck it up.
I feel so alive.
And I feel.
