Is funny how certain things can change your whole day, thought process everything.
I have so much time now and I do nothing.
Reviving the 90s sounds good to me. I adore the sound of the 90s. Minus the dreadlocks and non showers.
Ugh… life sucks me in and makes me feel like dying.
I moved into the mountains.
I see wildcats,
not tabby cats that resemble mini cows who tap dance on our little red car.
I have a love/hate relationship with sunnyslop. I adore the bean burrito shacks. Hmm maybe 16 or so down one stretch of road. Gregson refuses to let me visit any.
All music sounds fantastic while being surrounded by mountains… Oh how i love Swans.
Someone come sing to me please, thanks lovelies.
This photo interest me as much as bald men. Ampusexxx is the life I want for me and all of you.
Thanks Lovely and amputitties
(NO OFFENSE)
Just love
Why can’t it fall from the ceiling? Perfectly made and ready to consume. I hate the thought of cooking. Especially when I’m so relaxed. I know, I know a microwave. This is still too much of a task at this time. I couldn’t imagine unwrapping a frozen burrito right now. The thought of frozen food getting cooked in a square box gives me the creeps.
Nevertheless, the use of microwave radiation to cook food has raised some concerns about microwave ovens, because of possible radiation leaks, nutrient loss, and the possibility of cancer causing food byproducts. I know everything does. SAY IT!
Rant rant rant little lady.
I started this evening off with a jack and coke. I walked around, cramping terribly. Greg and I eyed beautiful vinyl. He talked about getting his Altar Lp signed. I found that funny the merch girl said it was requested often. I was on my period wearing Irregular Choice heels, which run a size small. So to my amazement I wanted to die.
Greg purchased some tasty, greasy french fries. I ate every sing fry as if it was my last day on earth. I made these fries look so delicious other people started to purchase greasy over priced fries.
Soon after Boris started setting up. My feet were numb. To the point were my leg felt weird I kept wiggling around trying to get comfy. I would take off my shoes. Slip them back on, all well enjoying Boris. I kept thinking this is the last time I will wear heels to a show. Oh but the enjoyment of over towering people. I just love it, what can i say i’m only 5′6.
Midway through the song farewell (my favorite) I decided to take off my shoes entirely. I felt so free. Listening to Boris no shoes, not a care in the world. I could of just layed on the floor at the very moment.
I thought about driving on the highway listening to farewell with Greg. My eyes watered, the music was overwhelming. You could feel it in your chest and in your ears for the next three days. Remembering the lonely mornings before sunrise when Greg would leave for work. The sounds of Boris- Rainbow Lp would cradle me to sleep.
This winter in Arizona has clearly started of well. I love are winters. They’re so appreciated in the dry, dry desert. My period has mellowed out. My electric bill has went down and we have a store that now sells vinyl toys. Ha completely off subject we’ll talk about that later love.
