That’s what fuck buddies are for right?
If things get rough there will always be music.
How amazing is that?
We’ll never be strangers kissing in the pouring rain.
We both know that’s not how our song goes.
When people with the same name as you text me my heart kind of drops into my stomach and I really hate how that feels and what it implies.
It’s a good thing I have a game tonight…
Bogart’s is a fantastic venue.
Jukebox the Ghost was also really great, I’m so glad to have listened to them so now I can put them on my iPod.
I love everything right now.
Music makes me so fucking happy for such menial reasons.
I need to have shows marked on my calendar at least twice a month.
I love music. I love shows. I love most of the people who make the experience.
The nicest thing anyone has ever said about me:
“They showed me the before pictures of these mines and they were awful. Like scary as fuck, disgusting. And then they showed me the after photos, you know, after they cleaned it up, they didn’t tell me the process. It was beautiful, this hole in a mountain went from this sad ugly mine to this beautiful place. So then I thought of Carrie, taking stupid ugly things and making them pretty, how things are so black and white with her, right and wrong and like fixing the mine to make it right again. It’s so her, tell her to go fix mines. I see her facebook. College isn’t doing much for her is it?”
God I love my soccer coach.
Even if he doesn’t coach me anymore. Always my soccer coach.
I was supposed to go out tonight.
I was supposed to prove that I wasn’t going to hide tonight.
I was supposed to fucking show you how much of an ass you are.
Now I’m home.
I am getting belligerent.
Belligerently drunk I mean.
It is going to rock, I am going to flirt and it would be really great if someone found me attractive tonight.
And maybe even after tonight.
But I’m not holding my breath.