Only slept about 4.5 hrs last night.
Laid out my yoga mat and sat on the couch and dinked around on my phone while drinking coffee the morn. Rolled up my mat and slothed my way into the shower.
Yesterday I did lotz of thinking.
Not that I normally don't.
'What is your passion?' keeps ringing in my ears.
I have so many different interests and am pulled in many different directions.
I'm grungy yet like having nice hair. Love to party but care about my health. Have a lot of positivity yet hate everything. Eat little meat but enjoy hunting. Rebellious yet a goodie two-shoes. Relaxed and easy-going yet high strung and emotional.
(Geez...what is wrong with me?)
Im not really a singular type or genre. Is anyone though?
I think a lot of people are.
And I somewhat envy that definition.
Sometimes as we leave a platform and the music is just right I have this moment with myself and the rhythmic lighting as we speed up.
I found some garage-rawk show on Saturday; I want to go. Cept idk who would want to go with me. I need that local-music feel. Miss it in my life. I'm sure 'the scene' here is cliquier here than anywhere though.
I wonder if anyone has read the title of my blog over my shoulder and looked it up.
"pull the rip chord the ship has lost its sail.
You're sleeping again, alone, cuz nobody loves you."
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