michaelsparkle

The word that would best describe this feeling would be haunted
I find a solitary hair, gold and still I reminesce. I'm haunted.
Haunted by your soul
by your hair
by your clothes
by your eyes
by your voice
by your smile
by your mouth
by your soul
So this is for when you feeling happy
And this is for when you feel sad.
And this is for when you feel nothing.
When the minutes drag

I'm facing three days off, without the typical mountain of psuedo productivity hanging over my head. I guess there's some stuff I can do like work on my bike, plant jasmine ouside my bedroom window and take my little sister out somewhere. (I keep her locked in a closet....J/K)
But really I'd like to disappear. Get in my little race car and tell no one, not even myself, what the plan is. Shopping in LA or craps and stippers in Reno. Maybe beaches on the north coast. I guess once I pay all my bills for the week I'll get a better idea of what adventures life has in store for me.
Until then, I may see some of you tonight in west O yo. It's difficult for me to lay low and stay there. At least I'm still not promoting much and avoiding the hi profile events tonight.
Oh, and I found out the result of our model search from last weeks party. If only I could remeber who's who. Life's recent events seem to be a blur of hot women, fancy coctails, and strange tattoos. Oh, and a guy I work with died two days ago from a drug overdose -that kinda stands out and makes me think. I guess it would suck if you couldn't control your drug usage and it controlled you. But still, I'd rather die in an instant blaze of glamour than to live it out with shame and regret.
Thats all the private thoughts from this dead pop star.