wang grease and broken glass

ugh. it's 2:19. i've been off work for a while. and i haven't showered yet.

you know what that means? that's right.... wang grease. I am covered in soy sauce and sweat. i smell. and i feel gross.

but i don't care. you know why? i had a good night. that's right. i had a good fucking night. had great tables. got a drink at the bar from the beautiful mandy pants. stopped by to see andrew. got invited up for the first time in FOREVER. played some tunes. laughed a ton. and overall had a good night.

and tomorrow... horses. then nashville. WORD UP. and coffee. hopefully the boys will join me. i want adventure tomorrow! i want to find a pretty purse. or perhaps a hat. who knows? it's almost hat time for me... fall is creeping in!

yay. i'm excited about fall. i love it.
everything about it.
even the rain.
i hope i have someone to share the awesomeness of fall. most people get bit by the love bug in the spring. i get the lovey dovey's in the fall.
because it's sweater weather.
and bon fire weather. with guitars. and dead leaves. and good smells.

wow. i'm being random.

EVERYBODY GET RANDOM.

Bulletproof.... I wish I was

So. I've started a blog. This should be interesting. Interesting because I really have nothing to say. Interesting because I am a horrible writer. And when I say horrible, I mean it.

I've decided to start this blog because I need a place to vent. Myspace is lame. Too many people can see my Facebook. To read this... You must make a conscience effort. Point and click. Navigate away from main page. Whatever.

I, Mel, am creatively blocked.

I have very little inspiration. Zero, even. I also have very little motivation. I attribute this to my frustration. I am frustrated with this town and the people in it. There is nothing here. Nothing to do. Nothing new, anyways. I think it is safe to say that I have not met a new person in years. I mean, I've met new people... They just know someone I know. Murfreesboro is the epicenter of Armageddon. Everyone here is connected. Somehow. It's ridiculous. Seven degrees of Kevin Bacon? Try seven degrees of Murfreesboro. I guarantee you can connect everyone in less that three.

It's frustrating. The two things people do in Murfreesboro.... Go out and drink at the lame bars. Stay in and smoke pot (and/or drink). It's, like I said before, frustrating.

My lack of inspiration also stems from my lack of love life. We aren't even going there. Tonight.

I need a change of scene. Simple as that. Something new. An added spice. Something that will actually entice me to come out of the house.

I think I need to move.

But... where ever you go... there you are....

Currently listening to: The scientist by Coldplay (I know, right?)