Rosi
As probably very few of you know so far, we're starting a band, and still searching for that elusive fourth member that will make our ensemble complete. It's a project, a big experiment, to see if four people that can't play insturments, and can't sing--basically people with no formal music training can reach some level where people admire them and enjoy their work. I've sadly found in my reasearch that this has been done several times before, a group of friends wants to make music, they know nothing about it, but make music anyway. Some rather famous people have done this, but none of them have made it common knowledge that they started this way, we will.
Throughout this process I've fallen in love with a girl named Rosi, sadly Rosi lives inside my head. Rosi is a part of me that I've kept hidden deep, but I find the further we go, the more she emerges to take charge and be her silly self. She's a lot like me really--crass, crude, openly bisexual, but she takes these things to a whole new level. She's not afraid of what people think, she only cares about having fun. She's a take charge kind of gal, she loves to write songs about her failures in life, most of which she blames on other people and circumstances, she's too stubborn to ponder for long that she may have been the cause of her failures.
She speaks with an accent that has been called a cross between a brooklyn and a british accent, it's obviously faked--badly. The accent suits her though, someone who outwardly tough, trying to act a bit refined. Every time I think of music, or our group, Rosi slips out. I don't try to control her, she's just too much fun. She doesn't care if someone is offended by a joke about anatomy, and eventually people may see her as a bit of a slut. It's fascinating to find this inside myself, something that is raw and real--perhaps the person I've been all along?
In other news, it is v-day, the holiday where we're all supposed to be lovey lovey, smoochy smoochy. William remembered the day, I now have a cute stuffed giraffe and a card I'm sure there were lewd intentions behind. I've been single on this day most years, except this one and the last, and one a bit ago where the person was over the pond anyway. I've learned not to read too much into the holiday, but I see others everywhere are attributing a lot of romance to it. The day doesn't make me sick, it just makes me ponder--why do we need an excuse to pop the question, ask someone out, take our lovers for a romantic dinner? Rosi and I both think it shouldn't be just one day for all of these things, but that every day should be like this.
Anyway, that's is for now because I must depart for work, where I will no doubt spend the night waiting on lovey dovey old couples that have been married for fifty years. I will tell them how lucky they are to have each other, and how amazing it is that they've lasted so long when most people these days think divorce and break-ups are the answer. Then I will go into the back, drink another energy drink, and emerge as my charming self once again. The single people will be at home watching porn, or whining that they are single. Some singles may be out at clubs tonight looking for love, they will only get one night stands. Humans are silly.
Throughout this process I've fallen in love with a girl named Rosi, sadly Rosi lives inside my head. Rosi is a part of me that I've kept hidden deep, but I find the further we go, the more she emerges to take charge and be her silly self. She's a lot like me really--crass, crude, openly bisexual, but she takes these things to a whole new level. She's not afraid of what people think, she only cares about having fun. She's a take charge kind of gal, she loves to write songs about her failures in life, most of which she blames on other people and circumstances, she's too stubborn to ponder for long that she may have been the cause of her failures.
She speaks with an accent that has been called a cross between a brooklyn and a british accent, it's obviously faked--badly. The accent suits her though, someone who outwardly tough, trying to act a bit refined. Every time I think of music, or our group, Rosi slips out. I don't try to control her, she's just too much fun. She doesn't care if someone is offended by a joke about anatomy, and eventually people may see her as a bit of a slut. It's fascinating to find this inside myself, something that is raw and real--perhaps the person I've been all along?
In other news, it is v-day, the holiday where we're all supposed to be lovey lovey, smoochy smoochy. William remembered the day, I now have a cute stuffed giraffe and a card I'm sure there were lewd intentions behind. I've been single on this day most years, except this one and the last, and one a bit ago where the person was over the pond anyway. I've learned not to read too much into the holiday, but I see others everywhere are attributing a lot of romance to it. The day doesn't make me sick, it just makes me ponder--why do we need an excuse to pop the question, ask someone out, take our lovers for a romantic dinner? Rosi and I both think it shouldn't be just one day for all of these things, but that every day should be like this.
Anyway, that's is for now because I must depart for work, where I will no doubt spend the night waiting on lovey dovey old couples that have been married for fifty years. I will tell them how lucky they are to have each other, and how amazing it is that they've lasted so long when most people these days think divorce and break-ups are the answer. Then I will go into the back, drink another energy drink, and emerge as my charming self once again. The single people will be at home watching porn, or whining that they are single. Some singles may be out at clubs tonight looking for love, they will only get one night stands. Humans are silly.