your guess is as good as mine

We, Gizmo and I, are suffering. I have the headache that won't quit and he's got ants in his pants. Well, not literally, but he's so itchy that he looks like he does sometimes. But it's sad. He's not a happy puppy. He can't write impressive soundtrack music like this! As for me, I'm trying to befriend this headache since Advil and codeine both were unable to get it to shove off. So far, we're not hitting it off. It likes me, but I hate it. And sometimes it feels so unbareable I hold my breath til the pain lessens. Could it be, is my brain truely turning to mush?

dude, get the fuck out of here

My Weekend:

Friday: Saw Ingrid Micblebleblah

Saturday: ROBOTS and ROBOTS and ROBOTS.. spagheetti, spagheetti.

Sunday: Got a new dog. Went to the store. Enjoyed Wawa delights in the out of doors.

i know i can't be free

Gizmo is hooked on the bottle, Zoee is hooked on rawhide chews, I'm hooked on Coke, Dad is hooked on TV, and my Mother is fast becoming a wino. We're a cute addicted bunch! But I'd have to say Gizmo is probably the cutest.

On another note, I think Zoee and her rawhide chew have made up. They've been fighting all day, but they pulled through!

And on a completely different note all together, I can't wait til May4th. Rumor has it, this band Showin' Tell has AWESOME CUSTOM MADE DRUMS! Plus, this other awesome band is going to be there... curious? you should be. Fuck-ing-aye bizow zow!

i cried for you on the kitchen floor

This is what it looks like to eat french fries at my house. I've been thinking, I don't know if it's good to be eating something I won't even feed the dogs. And they eat their own vomit. Hmm.

well, we're going to have to do something about that too

Today I wrote a new song, bought some new movies, and got a new dress. Other than that, I essentially did the same shit I do everyday. I used to be really good at saving money when I was younger. What happened to that?

our hearts are as dark as the rain, uh-huh

Today was one of those "worst kinds of days". The normal day after a day that was particularly above-average. You can't really complain, nothing is really wrong, but it feels pretty sub-par in comparison. Like the first day back to work after a great vacation. But I did get out of the house with my mother and spend a lot of quality time with the Giz. And when the weather is having such a glorious break-through, ya really can't hate. Just a lazy Sunday. Double true!

i'm quiet again, you're wondering why

i ♥ these people
i ♥ this photo
i ♥ music
i ♥ this tiring day
i ♥ getting hugs for having good days
i ♥ feeling tired

& i even kind of like Jersey today too. =)

hey blue, how come there's no ice in my lemonade?

We ain't scared of no damn dam!

awake is the new sleep, so wake up

Today/Last Night, I gave up on sleep. At about 4am I attempted to get some sleep, at 6:30am I was still wide awake. The only thing on me that felt tired was my eyes from holding them shut. So, I gave up and I got up and I stayed up. So, if my calculations are correct, and they're often not, I've been awake now for the past 33hrs and I admit that it is beginning to wear on me. At 9pm, I felt fine; like any 9pm of days I'd slept within the past 24hrs, really. But at about 11pm, I got up and my legs definitely felt like they wanted to get some rest. But cognitively, I think I'm pretty much okay. My eyes are burning a bit from my allergies that have been ailing me the past week, but other than that I feel perfectly normal. I'm surprised that I'm not more tired. Though, maybe what I'm more surprised about is that I actually feel tired. That's not something I ever feel unless induced by boredom or medicine.

I actually been in a better mood today than I've been all week. I felt better and I ate better and I don't know, I think maybe something is wired wrong with me; my body hates sleep. Even when I do get there, I'm plagued with regular nightmares and I wake again and again until noon when I suddenly cease waking every hour and blow my whole day and wake up groggy and grumpy that I didn't hear my alarms. Sleep is a bastard to me when I think about it. I wish I could give it up. I had all this time to relax and watch movies and take a shower and play guitar and do things for my music page and get my hair done and eat dinner and nearly finish my book.

I don't know, I think I might start re-thinking my traditional views on sleep and how much I really "need" and when. Sleep revolution!

don't lie, you're addicted to the lights

Is it just me or does this Kiss tag seem to be excessively longer than necessary?

I will remember these embers of love

Can't wait til my day is worth blogging about.

i shoulda kissed you

Today could have been a bust. But jazz music rescued it. I never thought it was possible, but it was. Or maybe it was the two beers I had on an empty stomach. Either way, random trips to classy, gay pizzerias should happen more often. I realize that's not possible in South Jersey, but it IS possible in North Philly! OW

do you know how to get a record not pressed, but played?

As some of you may or may not know, Army of Me's album "Citizen" dropped on April 10th. I pre-ordered; not that I have much to show for it. It's April 13th and my pre-ordered album has yet to arrive, but THANKFULLY the band was at the Fire tonight and I was able to pick up a copy there. If their sales aren't as high as they hoped, they cannot blame me. I bought PLENTY.

In other news, Cait Youth is playing at the Fire this month. I played a show with Cait Youth. She wasn't that good. Why aren't I playing at the Fire?

i was just telling him a story to settle him down

Not to say that 84 isn't a good long time to live, but I was very saddened to hear of the passing of one of my favorite writers, Kurt Vonnegut. Probably one of the only writers I've read multiple books of (other than Steve Martin). Breakfast of Champions was the first book I read that I enjoyed so thoroughly that I got excited to read, which is something I go in and out of frequently. More often out. But now I think I might have to actually purchase a copy of it and read it again... RIP Kurt Vonnegut

and I really should not be watching "Skeleton Key" before bed.

seems like it was just yesterday when i saw your face

Nothing like a holiday to derive family dysfunction and raised voices. One of those days where my desire to move to NYC was burning a little hotter. One of those holidays where I'm constantly thinking of who's missing rather than who's around.

Alas, another Easter here and gone. But the candy and egg sandwiches shall live on... for at least another week or so.

how did i find my way back in?

Today I did the unthinkable... and lived to tell the tale!

what are you doing, we can't do this

If you couldn't tell, I played in a bookstore tonight.

chill out wit the hostility

If you heard the loud, macho motor that went along with this bright red car with the label "stalker" on it's rear you might understand how I found it to be the most hilariously ironic thing I saw all day.

time out from the world

Today I drove myself slightly crazy with this melody/riff that wouldn't leave me alone. A song wanted to be written and I couldn't ignore it's pleas. It's funny how inspirato will just strike for no apparent reason. But when it's good, it's good. Things just flow out. This wasn't necessarily one of those times lyrically, but I'm happy with the way it turned out. Moreover, ever since playing with Nathan, I want to hear everything I write with drums. It's still exciting to me. I can't wait to record... :)

and slam in the back of my dragula

Yesterday was a lovely sort of day. Thought I'd be making a long, boring drive to Wildwood to pick up work, but after those plans were canceled by my employer, Jamie and myself decided to take advantage of the lovely weather and went to South St. And a few dreams came true! Jamie got some Cosi and I got some shoes! 2 for $20! So, finally I have white heels. I needed them a few weeks ago, but I shall never go wanting for them again.. unless something behalfs them in the future.. but for now, I'm set! Maybe now I won't upset my brother with my unfortunate shoe choices. Well, I hope this will help anyway.

when I'm on the mic I do my duty-o

I think I should put some cushions down there for Gizmo considering how much time he spends there. And considering how he treats any of the dog beds I've ever gotten for him, that might actually keep him from going down there and whining at the door. And you'd think the simple solution would be to let him out to roam free, but it's not as easy as that because five minutes after letting him go, you can hear him scratching and whining outside the door to come back up. And as much as I love a good cardio work out, I'm not running up and down those stairs at his beck and call. He's just going to have to learn to open doors or deal with the horror that is spending time in my room with me. Alpha dog, betch!

you've been so good to me

Hoo-ray my smart clock is smart again!