I've been writing new songs. The band is getting back together once Joe comes back from Baton Rouge, and Nate is getting back from Wisconsin sometime next week. I think we're all looking forward to starting over fresh.
Zach and Me
I don't know where we're going or what's going to happen to us, but no matter what it's all okay. It was great while it lasted, and I hate to say it - but it's less keeping me here. All I've got is the band, and that's okay too. Just more time to start over again.
Leaving Saturday morning and the suspense is almost too much to bear cause when that sun crawls over the hill and I tap my foot impatiently waiting for some kind of release as if there's a pressure inside of me and the bottle got all shook up on the drive home from the liquor store that's when I'll know that it's time to go.
Gogol Bordello vs. Tamir Muskat - Gypsy Part of Time
There's a girl in the mirror and she's saying hello but what she really wants is for me to stop staring. It's rude and she's fidgeting perhaps from knowing that she's being watched while she dresses and puts on her face readying herself for the oncoming day and she can't shake the feeling that she's just been violated via satellite voyeurism and subconcious self doubt She feels awkward catching herself in the corner of my eye when there's little time for self-apology or self-evaluation and I'm tired of you seeking for parallel validation.
there's no more coffee in this joint and the tip jar's getting lonely the open road is calling and my baby's gone to sleep
im throwing caution to the wind and cutting off my hair because every now and then its time to let it grow
this wanderin' gypsy rambles to the tune of forgotten operas and revisionist noisemakers with pennies in her pockets and rainclouds on the horizon and i try not to wonder why my guitar case has gotten heavier as the years go by
articulation is key and i can't quite put my finger on it...
Other than looking absolutely horrendous [intentionally, of course] ...I feel frickin awesome. That and I've been getting laid...AND HOW! So I must gloat. Because that's just what you gotta do when you get laid. And I intend to keep having knock-your-boots-off-sex with my boy until I finally get the hell out of here. Kidd asked me to stay for his birthday on Saturday...[way to twist my arm there, with promises of beer, beer, and more beer]...so I guess I'm still in town. I think, I'm going to go to the U-district for coffee. Maybe Derek will be at the Sureshot. And maybe I'll end up at Nova today.
Again with the nostalgia. Here I am all decked out in the brightest colors known to the spectrum - I barely even recognize myself in the mirror I'm so god damn P.F.R. Holy ripped fishnets batman, thank GOD I don't do this daily. Yeck. Wish I had pictures to blind you with.
I think I might visit Nova today, because I don't feel like sleeping. I don't really feel like visiting Nova either, but then again I hardly feel like doing anything productive.
...which would be why I'm sitting here at the computer at 5:40 in the morning wearing a mini skirt and three different pairs of fishnets with 12 pounds of makeup on my face.