Feel free
Feel free to bootyshake at any portion of the following muxtape.
Mah New Muxtape let me show you it.
Yesterday I had what I can only call a suicidal type head smashing migraine and spent most of the day with my head under a pillow groaning.
I no longer want to ram my head into a brick wall. Head still kind of hurts but more in the I can ignore it kind of way.
And um.
Well.
My make up is the goth dark hotness today but, the batteries in my camera are dead and I have not remembered to put in new ones.
I did not get that tweaker porno story done. I was too busy trying not to stab myself in the soft spot behind my ear and stir vigorously.
The above is probably not a preferred method for migraine relief. However, I was very tempted.
I have some creative type things brewing in my head that I don't have the know how to accomplish and that is very frustrating. I would like to make spoken wordy things with a little beat or something. THink like um, lots of bass and um me all scratchy.
Maybe do a little pseudo singing.
I'm not a singer. I am more the vocalist type.
I also have a real yen to get together with people I haven't seen in a decade, lounge around improvising dirty blues with my other friend who only ever learned to play a walking bassline on the bass.
That was fun, I have a very deep singing voice (for the musically learned, I'm a tenor, occasionally high baritone, very low alto um if I'm real drunk). I wish I still had a couple of the tapes we made back then.
It makes me a little sad that we had no digital media accessible to us back then. It would be nice to have some pictures and things from those crazy days.
Fuck I sound fucking old.
Also fuck Seattle today. Fuck it right in the motherfucking goat ass.
Mah New Muxtape let me show you it.
Yesterday I had what I can only call a suicidal type head smashing migraine and spent most of the day with my head under a pillow groaning.
I no longer want to ram my head into a brick wall. Head still kind of hurts but more in the I can ignore it kind of way.
And um.
Well.
My make up is the goth dark hotness today but, the batteries in my camera are dead and I have not remembered to put in new ones.
I did not get that tweaker porno story done. I was too busy trying not to stab myself in the soft spot behind my ear and stir vigorously.
The above is probably not a preferred method for migraine relief. However, I was very tempted.
I have some creative type things brewing in my head that I don't have the know how to accomplish and that is very frustrating. I would like to make spoken wordy things with a little beat or something. THink like um, lots of bass and um me all scratchy.
Maybe do a little pseudo singing.
I'm not a singer. I am more the vocalist type.
I also have a real yen to get together with people I haven't seen in a decade, lounge around improvising dirty blues with my other friend who only ever learned to play a walking bassline on the bass.
That was fun, I have a very deep singing voice (for the musically learned, I'm a tenor, occasionally high baritone, very low alto um if I'm real drunk). I wish I still had a couple of the tapes we made back then.
It makes me a little sad that we had no digital media accessible to us back then. It would be nice to have some pictures and things from those crazy days.
Fuck I sound fucking old.
Also fuck Seattle today. Fuck it right in the motherfucking goat ass.