Coco

Dear Santa,

I want what she has.

Thanks,
TJB

Memoirs of a Rabbit

I will now attempt to transfer my memory of last night onto a computer screen using just my hands.

I decided to free myself of all "Taylor inhibitions" and make the journey to The White Rabbit with Jannnanaaaugh, whom I love. My pre-conceived notion was that I would be seeing a genre of music whom normally, I do NOT love. Having not taken JJ's advice to wear "jeans and a t-shirt," I set myself up for the worst, and expected the best.

WORSTS:

1) Got asked by the doorman if we were "over 21 or under 21." This would distinguish the color wristband we would be sporting for the night. You allow 18 year olds to roam your establishment? Oh God.

2) Where the F is the real alcohol?? Bar? Check. Beer? Check. Vodka? Negative. I sent a text along the lines of, "I'm not drunk enough for this."

3) Turns out my friend Janna is a pretty smart girl. She warned me not to wear heels. I then informed her that heels are a staple in all successful outfits. She told me I was stupid. After about an hour into the night, I told her she gave good advice.

4) People smelled.

5) Panties were thrown. Unsanitary.


BESTS:

1) The music as it turns out, was phenomenal. Where have I been this whole time? Oh yes, that's right...with John Mayer.

2) Sweaty purple shirt eye candy. Enough said.

3) I have two new names to follow on Twitter.

4) The night ended with a quesadilla and BJak. Holler.

Mind Eraser

The broken locks were a warning
You got inside my head
I tried my best to be guarded
I'm an open book instead


Still managed to have fun on a Saturday night although my foot is not working at its full capacity. 4 drinks and the pain is forgotten. In more ways than one. How convenient.

I don't see how it is possible to have a better family than mine.

Happy that music exists.

Stomach Pain

I have stopped listening to words. They don't mean shit. I've become deaf. Actions are the only proof.

I got hired for a new choreography job. Actually, I've been asked to do 2 separate pieces. Thank God, something to throw myself into. Throw myself hard.

ow. hunched over.

Not True

Lately I have been finding anything and everything on Youtube to watch to turn my brain off. It works most of the time.

It's so amazing how our bodies react to our mental state of mind.
My stomach specifically.


Time time time time time.

Group of Fragments

I can't verbally complain. It was self-inflicted. As per usual.

Old friends are the best friends.
Bring me back to solid ground.
Remind me of who I am.
And most importantly who I'm not.

I just had the best conversation with the cashier from Books-A-Million. I might become a frequent visitor just to hang. He's gay, which naturally meant I loved him. He used the words. "hot mess," "dram," and "fabulous." LOVE.

Bam

Oh and the flooding of pain comes in.
Inevitable.
Owwww.
They don't make band-aids for this.

Is You

I have been hibernating in a fluff of pillows and jersey sheets the last couple of weeks. And now it is FALL! November came fast and I welcome it with open arms.

At two ends of the spectrum, people continue to both disappoint me and amaze me all in a day's work. I feel like I'm being rewarded with the amazing ones to make up for the disappointing ones. Make sense? I didn't think so.