I love when you hear a song that reminds you of someone and you instantly feel better about your day.
van gogh knew his shit
vincent van gogh swallowed yellow paint
with the hopes that its sunshine would soak into his bloodstream and out of his pores,
leaving his intestines exploding with oils and acrylics and excitement,
that everyone would see him as he truly wanted to be.
when strangers see me, i wonder if they color me black
or bursting with teal and magenta or just dull blue;
i wonder if they see me as a rain cloud or they can tell that
my yellow paint is you.
The song Come On Get Higher is six years old and I still get excited every single time I hear it.
And I still sing it at the top of my lungs each time it comes on Pandora.
And I regret nothing. Except the time I missed a chance to see Matt Nathanson tour as support for Jack’s Mannequin in 2009.
I read. A lot.
Hopefully a good one.
I like fictional characters better than real people.
This blog is a lot about that.
Favorite book: Catch-22 by Joseph Heller
I love music. All of it.
I lean toward classic rock, alternative and indie.
YouTube covers and acoustic versions are wonderful.
I love makeup, nail polish, reality TV, Superhero movies and reruns of House.
My taste in everything is greatly influenced by high school students, and I'm a thousand times more likely to watch a show with attractive men in it.
Try not to be surprised when I surprise you.