my box, my biz
that song is starting to fade. finally. i listened to it live on friday & it didn't seem to resonate as much. timing. ah, sweet fucking timing. finally online - have a million new downloads in store.i want to go back to futureme.org & rip my letter out & reread & reread & reread again. ah, sweet fucking timing. read the quote under gypsy soldier. it is something i 'strive' to live by. struggle. even thirty days seems like too much on most days.
sweet baby comfort didn't stop incessant dreams.
i will tell you, it is so much more free to etch this way versus plotting my every move. haven't felt like doing this in so long, not for the creative, releasing aspect. it's good to be back. even if the form is different.
my grandma thinks if a boy can't tell you he loves you after six months, that it's time to move on. why? 'cause it's not your job to feel sorry for him. my grandma isn't the smartest of grandma's in the brains department, but she knows love. so does my ma. who won't answer her phone on date night with dad. thank god dad answers his.
posted by MothaHenz @ 3:52 PM
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good post...but where did you get that picture? it's INTRIGUING!!
i like your grandma's point of view. she's hitting something on the nose. ask around. ask your guy friends. even if he does love you, you deserve better than this. you deserve to be with someone who is not afraid to shout it from the mountaintops his feelings for you. duh. =)
this is exactly what i needed to hear. to trust that nagging feeling that something wasn't quite right - at least right now. and that sticking with it for that moment may not have been the solution? lord, who knows. i'll email you more about pictures.
I also agree with Grandma. And your gut, girl. Never mute your gut. You can turn down the volume, but never on mute.
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