hey, now there's a chick singer for ya :p
i'm going to see aerosmith at Glen Helen Pavilion in a couple of weeks.
primarily cuz the tix are free, and they're in this nifty little box,
complete with table and waitress. my `lawn/festival seating' days are
long gone. and bitchin' parking. about 25 yards from the gate. i'd
rather go see Mick and the boys but Aerosmith is almost a legend too.
this life reflecting stuff, i dunno man. isn't that what depressos do
all the fucking time? it's what i do most of the time. the theories
all sound so easy.
"think positively - - emotions are like muscles, the ones you use the
most are the strongest" it makes so much sense to me. but for the life
of me i can't seem to apply it. i don't control my mind, it controls me.
bleh. i wanna shut down too.