http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0eMQyX-zAhQ This song is about me being in a new place. My friend, six hours away was supposed to be here tonight, but outside influences occurred. I had a choice to make. The first choice, which will probably be the main contemplation is, Am I going to be a victim?
My response - No, that's why metal music was created. It says it all. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C4nCy5CITc8&feature=related Before recovery, I had to file my anger away. Either that, or freak out with it. Tonight, I get to express it.
I'm a bit ticked off with the negative associations linked to addictive personalities. What if Einstein had decided his habits were isolating him, and stopped his behaviours? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EPA2rEsIgSU&feature=related What if Edison decided his relationship with science was dysfunctional? What if Sharon Osbourne had left Ozzy? Speaking of which, look at how long they have been married. I love it. You know what I regret not being able to share with you right now? I wish I could just take sound bytes, and incorporate them into this reading. *ha ha* It takes a lot of time just to compose written work. I can't imagine what it'd be like with recording equipment. Time to slip into an imagination...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5zYpqQW8CwI&playnext=1&list=PL4AFFE1907971A6E3&index=5 Before I tell you the imagination, my friend is delayed b/c he's having difficulty connecting w/ some one who has my cheque. He could've come up without it. But, then what? How long before I can confirm the details of the payment? The most frustrating part is there's no reason for it, and I just read some gossip about the people with the cheque. I hate gossip! So, here's my escapism... If I had a million dollars, I would own a little house with a yard, and a studio. I'd have an electric guitar with all kinds of boxes, and hire a sexy guy to play it/them. *ahem. that's another story*
In this realm, I wouldn't have to work to earn money. I'd work because I enjoy it. I'd have my own radio show, and a trashy, short story magazine. Well, not really trashy. I'd still do some work for a paycheck, because I love the people. I have very, very rarely had to work with some one I did not like. And with the one person it was kind of funny, b/c I would nicely antagonize her. No one liked her, so my intention was that she would recognize it.
Now I must step away b/c I keep thinking of the guy with the guitar. Perhaps details will follow...
Thank you for coming to my pity party. It's so hard to accept the fact that I can't control my life. Nor can I take the blame for the way it is out of control right now, so there goes the opportunity forself-afflicting thoughts. I wouldn't even enjoy getting wasted. And pity finds its place again! For a second, I was happy. Whew. The party's been saved. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o7AEkStx-oQ
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