I'm no good at keeping to myself. It's sort of like if you push a cork into a kettle's pout... If you shut me up, I'll explode. So here I am. I'd rather be public about my feelings. I'm public about so much else. Specially boobs. My boobs are everywhere.
I'm in a love/hate relationship with myself right now. On so many levels. So I'd rather keep track of things around here so that I can look back and track my progress. And I'll try to add at least one postive note to each post. Just because I'm so over negative people. And I know I'd very easily turn into one.
|the bitchyness has been over 9000!|
Enough procrastinating. I've reached the critical point in the day's schedule, so it's time to get stuff together for tonight's gig. And if the pay isn't that good, I'm hoping to have fun and the venue is.
Mantra: stop complaining about being broke, stop complaining about being broke.
Show time, folks.
Today's gratitude post: I'm glad that even when I'm a bit bloated or above my ideal weight, I still have a lovely tomboyish and classical face.