I’ve Done It

Went and scheduled a photo shoot for myself for this summer on my birthday.

I can’t think of anything more fucking fun than having makeup artists, hair stylists and photographers primp me up and then take beautiful shots.

I’m having three kinds…professional with my violin, edgy like the above photo (no, that’s NOT me), and maybbudoir.

What the hell, it was hammered into me well into adulthood that I was ugly and stupid. WRONG! I am beautiful and intelligent. I was around the wrong people. A swan among ducks.

I’ve set out over the past 2 1/2 years to prove them ALL wrong.

This photo shoot will be my ultimate FUUUUUCK YOU, assholes!!

Then it gets better. I will use those ass-kicking photos to my advantage to get playing gigs, teaching, anywhere leather + violin = check that bitch OUT!

If you’re so on fire then, why wait till summer?

Good question, thanks for asking.

Because my hair needs to be still longer, and styled a certain way for my taste. I love long, messy, red hair.

Shake Up

Need a shake-up. Trashy, smutty, questionably immoral with a partner in crime. Tired of winter…and working…and teaching…always trying to do the right thing.

Not that adolescent, irresponsible need for speed. Nope. Doing stupid things knowing perfectly well they’re stupid just because. Call it mature stupidity.

Oh, and I’m sick as shit of people leaving me, so here’s a song to myself. We’ve reconciled, ’cause, hey. I’m always here for me.

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It’s been a long day without you my friend
And I’ll tell you all about it when I see you again
We’ve come a long way from where we began
Oh, I’ll tell you all about it when I see you again
When I see you again

Damn, who knew
All the planes we flew
Good things we been through
That I’d be standing right here talking to you
‘Bout another path
I know we loved to hit the road and laugh

But something told me that it wouldn’t last
Had to switch up look at things different see the bigger picture
Those were the days
Hard work forever pays
Now I see you in a better place

Ah
How could we not talk about family when family’s all that we got?
Everything I went through you were standing there by my side
And now you gon’ be with me for the last ride

It’s been a long day without you my friend
And I’ll tell you all about it when I see you again
We’ve come a long way from where we began
Oh, I’ll tell you all about it when I see you again (lemme tell you)
When I see you again

Oh, oh, ooh

First, you both go out your way
And the vibe is feeling strong
And what’s small turned to a friendship
A friendship turned to a bond
And that bond will never be broken
The love will never get lost

And when brotherhood come first
Then the line will never be crossed
Established it on our own
When that line had to be drawn
And that line is what we reached
So remember me when I’m gone

How could we not talk about family when family’s all that we got?
Everything I went through you were standing there by my side
And now you gon’ be with me for the last ride

So let the light guide your way, yeah
Hold every memory as you go
And every road you take
Will always lead you home, home

It’s been a long day without you my friend
And I’ll tell you all about it when I see you again
We’ve come a long way from where we began
Oh, I’ll tell you all about it when I see you again
When I see you again

Oh, oh, ooh
When I see you again
Oh, oh, ooh
When I see you again

 

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