The Dear Hunter - Black Sandy Beaches

What I'm listening to at the moment.

The Dear Hunter - Black Sandy Beaches

My cry song for now.... 'When Your Minds Made Up'.

What you said and what you did...

You told me your heart said to dump EVERYTHING and move on.
But the only thing you dumped was me.
You didn't dump your job,
You didn't break up with your apartment,
You did tell your son not to call you anymore,
You didn't cancel your vacation,
You got a tattoo that was an old idea, no a new one.
You didn't say I'm sorry it's me not you to your business trips.
You didn't ditch your Subaru on the side of the road or tell it you were just going to the bathroom when you were really planning an escape rout.
No you just dumped me.
And gave me no good reason, then told me that you had a good reason,
But you weren't telling me.

I want to scream in your face.
I want to wake up from this nightmare and have you hold me softly in your arms.
I want to hear your voice.
I want to write you a thousand text messages.
I want to understand why you told me you loved me, and that I treated you better than any girl ever had, but you just couldn't be with me.
And I deserve everything 'I want'.
Because I gave you everything you wanted for so long.
Never asking for anything in return but for you to let me love you.

So far behind...

I'm so far behind on expressing my feelings here on this blog. Keeping it updated for no one but myself I suppose, and now my life feels so far behind. I got the shit kicked out of me all at once by some kind of mad A-Team like forces that have kept me down and spinning and unable to catch up. But I need to express so many things. Most of them I need to express to J but he isn't listening anymore. So for my own personal sanity, I am going to write down all the things I want to say, need to say, yearn to say, to him and can't. He left me, and I never saw it coming. Something about finding himself... I'm still so confused. He left me three weeks after I fell out of a rope swing into a huge bluff and broke my pelvis in three places. Now if life isn't ironic... I was only on that rope swing because I had stopped at my aunt and uncle's farm to spend the night and visit my family on my way up to spend the summer with J. Instead I spent a horrific night in the ER and two weeks hoping and praying I could heal fast enough to reschedule our trip before the end of summer. And just as I was making headway in getting all my things in order and beginning the healing process, he dumped me. In an email. I am in an emotional and physical crisis. I am hobbling around with a cane just to go to the bathroom. But I don't want to talk about my broken body. I want to write my words to him. Somewhere where I can know I've said my peace.

Strike Anywehre Interview in France.

I don't usually post or share videos but this one is fantastic. Thomas Barnett of Strike Anywhere, is one of the most well spoken, educated punk rock minds there is. And I can't help but share his message and love. Please watch you will be impressed.

http://www.goeland-tv.com/interviews/strike-anywhere/backstage-avec-strike-anywhere

I'm sorry I couldn't figure out how to make the link clicky... so you will have to go old school and copy cut paste. I promise it is totally worth it :)

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Why is a raven like a writing desk?

I'm feeling a little Alicey today.
So many things to write about so little people to read them.
So I guess I'll get to writing later.

If I do say so myself.

I have awesome taste in music.
I'm a snobby, snob haha.
I lie.
Come follow me.
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I'll Forest Gump my way though it.

I'm going to Hell, and that's all I have to say about that. (In my Forest Gump voice.)

Red Right Ankle, My Left Foot...

I broke my left foot so this song just sort of seemed appropriate.
The system sucks.
I don't have a job or insurance so I'm walking around in a splint when I should be in a cast,
Because I couldn't afford to cough up two-hundred and fifty bucks to see the Orthopedic doc.
Life's a bitch.
But thank the gods I don't live in Hatti.
So I do feel lucky even with a gimpy left foot.

The Decemberists - Red Right Ankle