Been feeling kind of crappy today. I don't know why, really. More mood swings. I think I may be bi-polar. It's not impossible
I've been updating my site - adding music lyrics. Still trying to find some for the CDs that don't have them with the CD. In fact, I should get to that so I'm not going to write much longer. (Typing up all those words kind of turned me off typing for a while too.)
Anyway. It's sounding like we may not be leaving till Saturday, and getting home Sunday. Though I'm trying to dissuade my mom from this idea, and leave Friday. The earlier we leave the better... I have things to do at home.
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To days of inspiration playing hookey making something out of nothing the need to express to communicate to going against the grain going insane going mad. To loving tension, no pension to more than one dimension to starving for attention hating convention hating pretention. Not to mention of course hating dear old mom and dad. To fruits, to no absolute to absolute, to choice to the village voice to any passing fad. To being an us for once instead of a them. La vie boheme.
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- 25-year-old anachronism with an 80s rock vibe. Downtown-NYC-theatre-artist. Urban hopeless romantic. Believer in magic.
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