So this is my stop?
Exhaustion sets in, and I find myself having to pry my eyes open, harder than ever before.
This entry won't be about some profound bullshit, something sugar coated or forced from my system. I'm not going to rip the sensitive side of myself from my womb and raise it up on the tether ball pole for all to see. No. Those sides of me are reserved for special people.
Why does everything seem more appealing when it's just out of reach? And why do people feel the need to tug on my heart strings when I know I could give them better than what they are recieving right now? It's so frustrating to stand by and watch someone sabatoge their beautiful persona because of thier significant other..whose really not so significant in the first place.
So you pick yourself up, and you force yourself to move on...even though they are always in the back of your mind, haunting you all the time. Sometimes my head feel like it'll explode and I wonder; was I really fucking made for this?
*******
In lighter news, my BABIES ARE HERE! My kindred brother (fab_boy) who I love so dearly and his terrific hunk of a man (stephentrask) who seriously made me happier than a pig in shit yesterday. I'm going to be looking at apartments in New York City this coming week, I arrive thursday, and then I'll be swinging by to see the ever so lovely and punk bif_naked_, who has been hiding from me for entirely too long.
*******
So this is where my stream of conciousness/add leaves me. It's time to head to the studio to do some recording, although I wonder how in Gods name I'm going to do that unless I'm singing the rainbow connection...I sound like a fucking muppet.
Peace and love to all of my little fuckers, momma loves you.
:-*
This entry won't be about some profound bullshit, something sugar coated or forced from my system. I'm not going to rip the sensitive side of myself from my womb and raise it up on the tether ball pole for all to see. No. Those sides of me are reserved for special people.
Why does everything seem more appealing when it's just out of reach? And why do people feel the need to tug on my heart strings when I know I could give them better than what they are recieving right now? It's so frustrating to stand by and watch someone sabatoge their beautiful persona because of thier significant other..whose really not so significant in the first place.
So you pick yourself up, and you force yourself to move on...even though they are always in the back of your mind, haunting you all the time. Sometimes my head feel like it'll explode and I wonder; was I really fucking made for this?
*******
In lighter news, my BABIES ARE HERE! My kindred brother (fab_boy) who I love so dearly and his terrific hunk of a man (stephentrask) who seriously made me happier than a pig in shit yesterday. I'm going to be looking at apartments in New York City this coming week, I arrive thursday, and then I'll be swinging by to see the ever so lovely and punk bif_naked_, who has been hiding from me for entirely too long.
*******
So this is where my stream of conciousness/add leaves me. It's time to head to the studio to do some recording, although I wonder how in Gods name I'm going to do that unless I'm singing the rainbow connection...I sound like a fucking muppet.
Peace and love to all of my little fuckers, momma loves you.
:-*