Two weeks and my family actually survived. We all deserve a slow clap for this feat.
I'm still in a state of shock. We have internet connection. After two weeks of being dead to the "world"? Yeah, it's like walking after your leg feels like it just died from sitting for so long. It's hard to get on your feet and when you start to walk, you go all wobbly and for a second there think you might just fall on your face.
Life is just so complicated now, everything's done online now. And two weeks without being online and connected via social networking is like being dead for almost three months. Or more. I'll think of the past weeks as a detox diet. I'll live.
I haven't updated in quite a while, and I see a growing pile of folders filled with pictures just waiting to be uploaded. Must fix my school shizz first and deal with my own personal pity party after.
Gosh, haven't touched Yo Zappity as well. Oh Gerard. I need to update my baby project.
Must get serious, oh so very serious. We'll make Joker so mad, baby.
My fingers are so funky, but it needs to learn how to strum. I want to play with my new baby. I named her Marcy. I've baptized her the same way I did her older brother St. Jimmy. Licking your guitar's neck is a baptismal rite. It's like stepping on your new shoes or whatever.
I need more time to spend with a best friend. I love her so much I'd stop my being straight edge. Pineapple + vodka + wasabi = amazeballs. Seriously. I'd do celebratory drinks only only for my best grrrls. And special occasions. But mostly them.
More music, please? Music for the sick-ish?
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