I had a shitty day. I wanna fuck something or shoot something or hit something. I settled for nursing my sprained ankle and plotting. I plotted.

I'd play a Game of Thrones with Jay. We better. In fact I will be sure to demand it. JAY I DEMAND WE PLAY A GAME OF THRONES WHILE I"M IN TBAY. His stupid ass is going to be working while I'm up. Which is fine. Stupid ass and his money making schemes.

I watched an episode of True Blood with Rachie and Trish the other day. I don't know how I feel about it. I remember when I worked at the Indigo it was all housewives buying the Sookie Stackhouse novels and I kinda wrote it off. But at the very least the vampires don't fucking sparkle.

I hate twilight.

Music is my refuge. My inspiration. Having that right song hit the playlist or the radio at just the moment you needed it is fucking magical. Especially when you didn't know you needed it. I live for those moments and if I could bottle exactly how I feel at that moment...

Words cannot describe it. I love it. That's all. I fucking love it.

I also feel the same way about a variety of oddly specific events. Weirdly, sometimes not until after they have happened.

I wish I had some skill at singing. However lack of skill doesn't stop me. Even if a cat in a box of broken glass falling down a flight of burning stairs into a pit wind chimes sounds better than I do.

I'd like to start drinking again.

Mom and Dad sold the house today. I have a month to find a job or I'm stuck gong to Niagara Falls. Not that I wasn't looking for another job and what not. And I'm still waiting to hear from school. I wonder if I might be utterly and completely fucked. But maybe not, I've been looking for a fire to light under my ass, and there's nothing more motivating then "get a new job or move to a place you hate".

That's me. I'd fuck a dragon.