you're all invited...

i have been feeling sorry for myself lately-a lot.

i just sit and pout.

i'm 24. jesus.

i don't know why...if i did i'd just stop. i just feel like i am not getting what i want, that perhaps things could be different-or better. or that people just aren't paying enough attention to what i need. GIVE ME WHAT I WANT! i'm such a princess...

obviously it's selfish. OBVIOULSY! but i feel crappy and i want to pout about it. c'est la (self)pity party.

i think (think) what started this whole thing is the six...*counts* yes, SIX different moving conversations i've had in the past little while. i have awesome friends and with awesome comes the potential to work/study all over this country/landmass/earth...whatevs! and here they are going, 'should i go...?' and all i want to do is scream "GOOOOOO!" because i want to go! i want to finish the shows i am working on and get the fuck outta dodge and off to grad school. i have another year of screaming "GO!" at people in my head before i can actually go. i'm jealous of all of new england, vacouver, toronto, germany, ireland, rockstars...all of it!

i dunno...welcome to my pity party. it's byob and byop (pout!). you can leave your shoes on and feel free to smoke pot in the house. oh, and you can have sex in my bed if you want...all i use it for is sleeping. that's the other thing...

don't even get me started on that thing...

that sex thing.

i'm babbling but there's dance music playing and i'm in a party mood.

lovelovelove
michelle.