Tip of the Iceburg

You always say, bring you street-life, bring you real-life, that one man's desperate and mundane existance is another man's... techni-color. [[strange days]]
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So... I'm going to go see Cake at the Warfield in San Francisco tonite. It should be all kinds of party fun-ness.

I really like going to see live music. It's the most awesome thing in the world of awesome things. The energy of being that close to people making music, getting caught up in the songs, dancing, and being around tons of other people who are there for similar reasons... Or maybe I'm just easily pleased.

*shrug* I think that's the reason... and I think I like it that way. These days it takes work to be unhappy, effort to hold a grudge and be angry. Nah... been there and didn't have much fun.

>Uh oh. I feel a rant coming on<

Its very strange, I've such mixed feelings about depression. Being jaded because you've been hurt... I guess is normal. Staying jaded because you've been hurt... is lame. To quote a movie that I just bought "Life is pain, princess, anyone who tells you otherwise is selling something." On one hand, I understand. Sometimes, you don't have a choice. Sometimes, you can't get around feeling whatever you do. I think you do have a choice in how you deal with the lingering sentiment.


Okay, that wasn't much of a rant. Maybe I'll elaborate later...

*shrug*

peace love and rockets,
pixie girl


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