I'd like my life to have voice-over.
And background music.
ASAP, please and thank you.
3.21.2010
3.18.2010
3.13.2010
3.12.2010
3.11.2010
ONE YEAR AGO TODAY
at this very moment... 11:56 pm... March 11, 2009...
You'd never guess what I was doing.
Okay, maybe YOU would.
It makes me wanna laugh and it makes me wanna throw up.
OKAY more throw up.
You'd never guess what I was doing.
Okay, maybe YOU would.
It makes me wanna laugh and it makes me wanna throw up.
OKAY more throw up.
3.09.2010
3.07.2010
With this ring, I thee wed
I think marriage is one of the most beautiful
and sacred traditions humans have ever practiced.
Will I get married after a week? No.
Am I scared to have my own wedding? Yes. Terrified.
Do I think about my own often? No.
Will I cry through everyone else's like a baby? YES.
3.04.2010
and i quote...
"There is a leading lady inside of you"
A dear friend told me this tonight. I haven't smiled so big in a long long time.
Because I know its true, even though I'm bashful when people say it. I know I just need to sing. I don't care where, or when, although I hope i don't have to starve to be a singer. I am willing to live in a tiny apartment. I've always wanted to sleep on a mattress on the floor with my sheet mu
sic in piles all around me. I want to make people laugh, I want to make people cry, I want to write songs, I want to write them with other people, I want to make old folks reminisce and I want to make babies stop crying. I want to play my guitar whether I'm the best at it or not, I want to sing jazz, or country, or pop or opera or freaking polka. [not rap, um I'm too white and Ke$ha already took over the increasingly popular talk-sing-I'm-so-hot-and-so-drunk-and-I-never-shower-ever category]
I don't care if I'm the best. I don't care if everyone likes me. I don't care if I'm poor and I don't care if I'm not world famous. I don't care if I'm only a Music Therapist or the next indie sensation or the next Carrie Underwood or just your next door neighbor.
I just need to sing and I need the songs to come from my heart.
Because I know its true, even though I'm bashful when people say it. I know I just need to sing. I don't care where, or when, although I hope i don't have to starve to be a singer. I am willing to live in a tiny apartment. I've always wanted to sleep on a mattress on the floor with my sheet mu
sic in piles all around me. I want to make people laugh, I want to make people cry, I want to write songs, I want to write them with other people, I want to make old folks reminisce and I want to make babies stop crying. I want to play my guitar whether I'm the best at it or not, I want to sing jazz, or country, or pop or opera or freaking polka. [not rap, um I'm too white and Ke$ha already took over the increasingly popular talk-sing-I'm-so-hot-and-so-drunk-and-I-never-shower-ever category]I don't care if I'm the best. I don't care if everyone likes me. I don't care if I'm poor and I don't care if I'm not world famous. I don't care if I'm only a Music Therapist or the next indie sensation or the next Carrie Underwood or just your next door neighbor.
I just need to sing and I need the songs to come from my heart.
Because I have a leading lady inside of me.
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