I’m just warning you…. I’m fucking pissed off. I am realizing that the blonde was quite different from me.
I swear someone removed her on October 8th and plopped me in her body. I’m working around that in my own weird way. With a weird friend helping it works out good lol.
Marion of the Platinum Star, you know damn well that’s you lol.
Am I mad that something didn’t work out tonight? No, not mad. Unless I should be then I will be, but I don’t know yet.
Am I mad about my situation with housing? Nope.
Am I mad about having no money? Nope.
Am I mad that I don’t really know what foods I like? Nope… well kinda.
Am I mad that I can’t do certain things? Um, no, but mmmmaybe yea….
Am I mad I can’t drive? Yea… but what tops the cake?
I CANT SING!
I find myself wanting to sing…
It was something that relaxed us and made us feel at peace.
Sound comes out but doesn’t sound much like what the actual artist intended I’m sure.
That my friend is what is REALLY REALLY pissing me off!
It fucking sucks because I have memories playing in my sandbox of a mind of the blonde singing her heart out effortlessly.
Not saying she was any good, but it was effortless for her according to what I am feeling from her.
Well not for me dammit. It’s like the connection is brken.
It’s like someone just shoved a cat turd in my mouth and expected the blondes voice to come out.
Did you notice I “broke” the work “broken” before? lol
Thanks for lending an ear… not as pissed off about it now.