Duh - public vs myself... My spirit animal is.
So I've been updating faithfully, and realized I had it all locked down to just myself.
Which... is fine. But overall I was trying to stay active to share myself and meet new people. I'll chalk it up to it's a bit different writing in your mid 30s to the hay-days of early 20-something fresh with lifes obstacles. Does this mean I'm a jaded blogger?
I dont think so, maybe marinated, aged like a fine wine, or just tired of the between-the-lines. I'm a no bullshit kind of gal and met with anything less before I always had a friendly smile and now it's just *blank face*.
I think they call that perma-bitch-face. All this is silly, as I'm one of those overly nice, laugh too loud all the time, kind of people. I wish I had a mean bone in my body. It would have helped me out some in my last. I think though I'm successful in many aspects of my life trying to see the brighter side of things and always pushing through.
MRI - Time came and went and mix ups and reschedules has pushed it to 630am this Saturday. Nothing like blowing away the whole weekend. I have to be sedated and overall I dont metabolize meds out right so I'll be chronically ill feeling and mainly asleep until Monday or so. Good times.
Ended up at Walmart today for some random household things and found this pillow -- you can write whatever you want and then erase it and write again. Super cool, of course I did this 16. Long story short for years it was the way Joe said I love you. Typical dude, hard exterior but he's a big old teddy bear for me. 11.5 years and counting - he best be! I was going to buy it for Vday for him as a joke he got me 3 throw pillows for our new sectional that say stuff like "smile, this is my happy place, and etc" poking since we always are always having to "try to look on the brighter side of things." I could see us leaving vulgar notes on the pillow to wake up to each morning.
"U ugly"
"butthead alert"
"loveD u"
"U suck"
"sex - y or n?"
etc.... But it was pretty gawdy and didn't go with anything here. Liked the idea though so I'll look about for something in our color scheme. Funny we didn't even have one until Christmas. I want to keep it that way instead of looking like Goodwill threw up on our house ;P
Tonight one of the staffers is out doing photographs of the Falling in Reverse, Motionless in White, Issues show at The National in Richmond Virginia. Can't say I'm bummed I'm not at this show. These bands to me just remind me of Warped Tour and then all I want to do is be at Warped Tour. Taking all the photos and interviewing all the bands. I've serioulsy considered trying to hop on a few weeks of the tour this summer. Then I remember Im not really in tip-top shape but I've put it on my 2 year list to get to the point I can do that and go have some old lady fun. I'll warp until I have to use a cane/chair and then I'll just do the handicapped lane and warp some more. It's one of the first things I did in my musical-journalism career. But those stories are for another night.
Tonight, due to global warming I am dying of allergies in the flipping winter. It's been in 60s-70s all week after last weeks SNOW. So my allergies and my daughters (Jayden) allergies are off the chains. We are hacking and look like devils with our piercing red eyes. Meds aren't doing much and I'm at my wits end with it. I just want a comfortable sleep, and to not have a dry cough. I'm tired of talking about my ailments. I want to think of some better things. Maybe a list or two of who the hell I am, what I want to change, what I like, and maybe some cool music to share.
Instead I'm back to scripting the new website. Listening to our Reverbnation campaign we have now, which I'm convinced is made up of maybe 200 bands worth a damn and a good 14,560 that are not. Those who should not even consider music and are just wasting their trustfund on expensive toys they think will get them laid. Good lord, my ears are bleeding half the night. You have to drink to get through it - but I dont drink. So to give me some laughs my editor gave me a spirit animal for the day.
Meet Lula the Fab- and with that I'm out to script and read some entries!