| xanga, xanga, xanga. my own dark, dusty corner of the internet. this is about the only place that i feel is still a little bit private, substantial, and somewhat personal. today it seems that my life is turning out imposibly well. every now and then i will have a day that brings me to the top of the world, where i get to savor all my waking hours as the happiest person on the planet. someone has to be. i have plans and goals, being woven together by my hands and the interactions of my loved ones. i wrote two new songs last week. i am working on my next project, it is something of a secret and will only be available on cassette tape. i love my job. i love my boyfriend. i love a dog named wallie. i love my parents, my brothers, my nephew. my friends. and i feel like i have finally found a ballance between all of my loves. i ate lunch at a diner called the donut shop this morning with erika duncan. we have been friends for ten solid years now. that is something worth celibrating. i am going on a tour this spring opening for rodeo ruby love. i have started reading books again for enjoyment. my apartment is wonderful, and i couldn't have found a better roommate. on my normal days, i would view all of these things as the results of years of hard work, the fruit of my labors. but today i feel lucky. i feel like i have something that i don't deserve. just two days ago i was trying to rationalize love, and thinking it all quite selfish, and certainly not the happiest person in the world. but today... i am lucky. |
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| everybody knows this is nowhere. |
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| karma isn't a bitch, i think she's a very nice lady. |
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| new job. 6:30 is almost unbearable on saturday mornings; it's a good thing i like it. |
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| here goes nothing... here goes something that pretends to be nothing... here goes nothing that should be something... things are well. i should be sleeping, for tomorrow is not only another day (in which to cram all my procrastinations of the previous week) but a long day. i mean looooooooong day. my mother called me a leader the other day. i was shocked. she then went on to explain that i led myself and my thought process in a way that was independant of my suroundings. it was the nicest thing she could have told me. sleep child, sleep. |
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