I used to be so good at blogging stuff but now I'm crap apparently. My wedding is 35 days away.
I'm feeling so fragile right now.... You know what? I lie. I don't feel fragile... I feel strong. All it takes is one play of Tool Prison sex to remind me life really isn't THAT bad.
(hit a couple bips on the volume button for this one ;) It sounds so good loud)
And then I listen to lover's greed and want to curl up under a rock alone forever.
And then I listen to this, and I'm reminded who I am and what I am...a fucking bad ass and everything I set out to do... will work. Always does.
The last song... that's me. No emo shit.
How the fuck am I going to explain this to a Berks county lame ass radio DJ?
Wedding angst....
more to report tomorrow!


