Here's My Knife; I Came for the Buffet

another night in the beloved LA. didn't get to see my friends after the show, but it's okay, i had fun passing out. haha


Bjork was crazy. haha i really like her style! plus, her voice is just amazing.

i didn't get it at first. i sat there, watched, and just thought to myself "i don't get it."
as the show went on and the intensity of it all progressed, i became more and more absorbed into the lights and sounds. my mind went nuts, the 1960's-NY-studio-apartment Debbie took over. oh, and of course, the pre-show sesh helped.

i remember thinking the whole time, "how can anyone NOT on drugs enjoy this?"
gigglez.



i think lately i've succumbed to too much reality, society, modern culture, or whatnot.
i need to spend some time alone to just clear my mind a little bit.

you see, i live in 2 different worlds.
there's the one that everyone sees; the me that goes out to have fun, spends time with friends, goes shopping, goes to work, does all those things that my life permits me to do as of this point.
and then there's the world i wish i could live in. the one that plays in my mind all day. the one who owns a loft in New York, travels across the world in search of nothing, plays with colors day in and day out, etcetcetc.


do you sometimes feel trapped by your own life?

i love my life. i love the people in it and all of the joy, but sometimes i just want a change of scene. i'm not going to say that my life is boring, because it truly isn't. i probably do more in a week than a lot of people do in 3 months.

here i go again wanting what i can't have.
i obviously have a great life that's never short on fun, but now i crave a different scene. i feel guilty for always wanting more. i guess it's my own responsibility to keep myself amused. i doubt that i'm in need of any more excitement though, seeing that my plate is constantly full, but sometimes i just feel so damn bored.


why?