Tonight, tonight

I wish I loved the Smashing Pumpkins more than I do. Maybe I don't. I don't know. I just got that song stuck in my head.

So, story of the day (I apologize ahead of time for corniness): I was complaining to the only other female I work with about men and how much they basically suck all the time. I say this because I work with them and live with them, and occasionally have some weaker moments in which I want to be covered in estrogen and only estrogen, because only estrogen could possibly understand. ANYWAY. She told me that her boyfriend made a promise to a friend of his years ago, as he was dying from a brain tumor. Yes, I just got tragic on you. Basically, on his death bed, he said "Promise me you'll never have a bad day." And so he did. Promise.

I'll let that sink in a sec.

How can I possibly even think what I'm going through is remotely comparable to something like THAT? Made me shape up real fast. I've got a lot to be excited about, and if I'm not just excited about it all the time, it's going to take that much longer to come to fruition! Time is flying by fast...

Farewell, July (Joo-ly). It was fun.

So I've done a few gutsy things (in terms of my music) within the last 24 hours, and although I have no clue what the result will be, if there WILL be a result, I've got to pat myself on the back. Because no one else will, kids. I've learned that I need to be my biggest fan. And I'm okay with that. Because at the end of the day, what difference is it going to make if your mom buys all your albums? She's just putting money back in her pocket again! Anyway. If any of these gutsy things pan out, I'll let you know. Otherwise, I'd embarrass myself, and I don't feel like doing that.

so...on that note!

to quote that awesome girl Sia:

pray for linds.
love on a lobster,

Lauren