It’s just you and me. And the internet.
Man you can not beat a beautiful night and the clickity clack of the track.
Out of Scale (1951)
So. This happened. *if you’ve ever wanted to see me sing/be ridiculous, watch this.
May I kiss your face?
That whole yes/no thing?
No: suspended, snake, jumping beans, and helicopter.
Yes: Everything else.
Now the sky could be blue could be grey
Without you I'm just miles away Oh the sky could be blue I don't mind Without you it's a waste of time
I’ve never understood when people say that as you get older “Birthdays are just another day” or “lose their meaning” or some variation of that shit.
My Birthday isnt just any day it’s September 9th.
More importantly my Birthday means I’m alive and you can bet your lilly white ass my life has fucking meaning.
Thirty-ish something years ago I burst through a vagina with an umbilical cord thrice coiled around my neck, nearly killing my mother and myself.
I was two weeks past due and twelve or so hours tardy to the party. Arrived on the scene with a head full of black hair and fat legs. Some things never change.