the district sleeps alone tonight
A small hole has formed in the crotch of my favorite pair of women's jeans...this makes me sad for about a million different reasons:
A)this means i will, soon enough, have to find and purchase(or steal, whatever) a new pair of jeans to replace the best pair of jeans ever.shit.
B)one day, i'll find myself enjoying a nice walk, or maybe i'll be on stage and i'll jump with the guitar, or maybe-i'll be introducing myself to someone new and exciting, and...well...the hole suddenly enlarges enough to where several people get to see a great deal more of me than they ever expected...but maybe they wanted to anyway(?)...shit.
and
C)i'll feel like a completely different person for a few weeks until whatever new pair of women's jeans i find finally begin to "form" and "sculpt" with my body. shit.
Mind you, this isn't the biggest curveball life has thrown my way in the past few days, it's simply the most immediate, and the funniest to put in writing.
Goals for this week=
*try to make these jeans last while finding some to fill the void
*find a new job that is okay with me being in a band and playing music full time
*find someone who will support me on all of this, someone who lets me wear her jeans, someone who will sing third eye blind to me when i'm blue, and most of all=someone who's nothing like anything i've ever felt or anyone i've ever known.
*not to negate the above, but...big goal=get the hell out of here. soon as possible. i die a little bit inside with each passing day here.
go find honesty.
A)this means i will, soon enough, have to find and purchase(or steal, whatever) a new pair of jeans to replace the best pair of jeans ever.shit.
B)one day, i'll find myself enjoying a nice walk, or maybe i'll be on stage and i'll jump with the guitar, or maybe-i'll be introducing myself to someone new and exciting, and...well...the hole suddenly enlarges enough to where several people get to see a great deal more of me than they ever expected...but maybe they wanted to anyway(?)...shit.
and
C)i'll feel like a completely different person for a few weeks until whatever new pair of women's jeans i find finally begin to "form" and "sculpt" with my body. shit.
Mind you, this isn't the biggest curveball life has thrown my way in the past few days, it's simply the most immediate, and the funniest to put in writing.
Goals for this week=
*try to make these jeans last while finding some to fill the void
*find a new job that is okay with me being in a band and playing music full time
*find someone who will support me on all of this, someone who lets me wear her jeans, someone who will sing third eye blind to me when i'm blue, and most of all=someone who's nothing like anything i've ever felt or anyone i've ever known.
*not to negate the above, but...big goal=get the hell out of here. soon as possible. i die a little bit inside with each passing day here.
go find honesty.