sick. but thinking of sequins.

still curled in the blankets of my bed.
i got up once or twice to make tea (of the licorice variety)
but i'm planning on staying in my pillow fort today.
the sun is peaking in the windows to see if i am alive or awakened.
i don't think i'll let it know which...just yet.

glitter. chaos.

jonathan and I have been brainstorming about outfits for creem city shows.
i'm thinking.
glitter.
bows.
sequins.
anything shiny.
i like shiny things.

xo

new hair. blue hair.

trying to figure out how i feel about it.
I think i like. It makes me happy - which is what matters.
And it reflects well in these semi-sunny skies.

dirt nasty. and beardo.

epic.
Elyza and I.
Nectar.
Dirt Nasty. Beardo.
and a whole bunch of obnoxious fans.
and a creepy man who tried to walk with Elyza and I to see the troll.
"you don't trust me?"
who trusts a middle-aged drunk stranger to walk with them somewhere??
riddle me that.
singing Chicago in the middle of the streets of Fremont.
can that happen every Monday night?
it was monday, wasn't it?

last couple days

It has been a tumultuous last few days.
The grief over losing my horse to a cancerous growth...is balanced by Creem City shows and the support of my band and friends.
Evan and Elyza have been especially lovely during this time.



My band Creem City played a show in Everett on Friday @ Tony V's. Unfortunately, I didn't get to stick around, as I had to rush straight to the barn and say goodbye. My outfit was pretty epic though:
So the last few days have consisted of the fair, dum dum suckers with elyza, Creem City-ness, and a bit of crying in the rain.
Le sigh.

butch walker and rainy days

everytime i reach a point in my life where there's a crossroads or i feel particularly blah.
butch walker puts out a new album.
somewhere the fates are checking in on me.
and everytime the album is relevant.

so let me get that table for one.
complete with a record player.
i liked it better when you had no heart.

its all happening

rainbow colored cigarettes.
grey smoke.
and transparent raindrops.

I'm looking out my window, waiting for night to fall so I can hit the town. It's raining with happens to confused my wardrobe a bit and my curly hair. But nothing that can't be overcome.

confused notions.
taken too seriously.
and left undiscussed.

People I surround myself with don't happen to be very good at communication - or so is the case 90% of the time. What to do with their non-spoken sentiments. Filling in the blanks isn't as much fun as it was when I was a child.

restless nature.
an impatient spirit.
and a loving, but guarded heart.

I stay the same time and time again. It seems to only be my surroundings that change. And you.