The place stinks of Broken Windows and shakey hearts.
I still go there though, for the right reasons I tell myself,
the record will show.
Tonight will be different, I will see the harbour,
and an old stint.
Third Coffee of the Day, can't be too good can we?
Listen to the Violin, how she shrieks her song, and carries
spirits high, scares them low, and moves them along.
Be yourself, but don't get too carried away. Stay Low, Stay Loose. Crawl a bit now and then... cause it's good for your arm strength. Go upside down... cause it's good for your heart, it's good for your head, and it's good for your spirit.
Don't fear the reaper, go up and lick her on the face. Lift your arms up... and crash your fists down on the shoulders of the weight. Focus! Take it slow. You can see more that way.
=S=
Friday, January 27th 2006, I think. The Orchard. 09 59.
I feel like shit today, and I know exactly why. I dont have time to feel this way. And Frankly its getting really boring. Hangovers are really old incapacitated to do the simplist things with out a great deal of effort, with a total lack of focus.
Getting drunk is getting old too.
1) Spending money on booze which I guess I can afford to do, in the short term, but not in the long term.
2) Spending time at the bar with the broken windows where all my friends come I know them all anyway, whether they are true friends is a debatable but theyre just a lot like me in the addiction department.
3) And it all just leaves me with less time and energy to do my practice and my teaching. And less motivation to book clients and work.
I do all these things I practice, I get work, I teach, I make money and I save a lot of it
But getting plowed, and filling my lungs with tar make it that much harder, I make it harder then it has to be.
Fucking Boring.
I still go there though, for the right reasons I tell myself,
the record will show.
Tonight will be different, I will see the harbour,
and an old stint.
Third Coffee of the Day, can't be too good can we?
Listen to the Violin, how she shrieks her song, and carries
spirits high, scares them low, and moves them along.
Be yourself, but don't get too carried away. Stay Low, Stay Loose. Crawl a bit now and then... cause it's good for your arm strength. Go upside down... cause it's good for your heart, it's good for your head, and it's good for your spirit.
Don't fear the reaper, go up and lick her on the face. Lift your arms up... and crash your fists down on the shoulders of the weight. Focus! Take it slow. You can see more that way.
=S=
Friday, January 27th 2006, I think. The Orchard. 09 59.
I feel like shit today, and I know exactly why. I dont have time to feel this way. And Frankly its getting really boring. Hangovers are really old incapacitated to do the simplist things with out a great deal of effort, with a total lack of focus.
Getting drunk is getting old too.
1) Spending money on booze which I guess I can afford to do, in the short term, but not in the long term.
2) Spending time at the bar with the broken windows where all my friends come I know them all anyway, whether they are true friends is a debatable but theyre just a lot like me in the addiction department.
3) And it all just leaves me with less time and energy to do my practice and my teaching. And less motivation to book clients and work.
I do all these things I practice, I get work, I teach, I make money and I save a lot of it
But getting plowed, and filling my lungs with tar make it that much harder, I make it harder then it has to be.
Fucking Boring.
cat:
I want to adopt a couple too. But I'd like to be pregnant at least once. My body is craving it. I figure I'll have one of my own and adopt at least two. - all ninjas!
junglkitty:
Thanks so much! I am in the process of updating my website. I'll post to my journal when it done. Will have lots of new stuff up.