just keep swimming...just keep swimming.

So apparently I've been found out. Someone who I must have told about my blog, directed my ex here because he thought it would be...helpful? And so now despite being anonymous to mostly everyone else on here except a few bloggers i respect, I have been outed. Yah, I have a blog and I talk about my life. Sometimes the posts are up and manic and other times they are sad, weepy laments, someitmes angry rants. It's the one of the places I come to escape to blurt out the "gargled vomit" (thank you The Decemberists for that, great song, Los Angeles, I'm Yours)


Now what... I should censor? Have I said anything I should be ashamed of? NO. I regret nothing. Considering what I've accomplished this week, I'm not looking to trip myself up in any way, but I sure as hell am not going to stop using this blog, me, now, living alone and self sufficient, healthy, with my own computer and space and kick ass apartment. And MUSIC!

Freedom to sing, do my vocaljumping jacks, bellow at the top of my lungs on my days off. Beautiful, beautiful days off. I am productive, writing more and thinking, singing, voice improving sans cigarettes (STILL a non-smoker, I'm amazed), dreaming about stages. And though sometimes sad still about the ex beau, I know it is for the best. IT HAS to be the right thing, I have been getting EVERYTHING I need and want lately. Karma doesn't lie. But if YOU do, get ready for impact lady, because something's gonna take a big 'ole chunk out of your hind quarters.

It's a simple equation when you break it down, but I think it takes some special lessons to get it straight. Thanks teachers.

So write on, read on, sing on, move on. Wrote the bare bones of another song today. Joy to the muther fucking world, peeps.

people suck

I can't believe that someone I know, someone who I call a friend, would have sent this to my ex beau. I am embarassed for you. Whoever you are.