Woo hoo!
My moral compass is officially off kilter but at this point I’m not sure I really care…which could be a terrible sign. I’m going through a phase of not caring and this not caring is leading me down a path I wouldn’t normally tread. I met this guy, a stripper would you believe and he wanted to hook up with me. I’ve been resisting is many charms for a few weeks now for a whole host of reasons, 1 - he’s a stripper, 2 - he’s 20, 3 - I’m 31, 4 - that makes me feel vaguely dirty, on the other hand he is ridiculously hot and quite sweet. So tonight I had a moment of weakness and I’ve said yes to hooking up, so he’s on his way to my house and I have a sudden case of nerves. What do I do about these nerves? I post to tumblr of course…because that’s normal. So tonight I’m going to hook up with a ridiculously hot 20 year old stripper, time to psyche myself up.
So. The last time I blogged I apparently accidentally quit music. I can only imagine I must be poor at expressing myself considering how easily people misunderstood me. Somewhere around the time my mom called me to check if I were okay I figured I was in way over my head/totally sucked at venting….
Just as well because, let’s face it, the world would be a poorer place without your voice, your music and your influence.
