Chato posted this Facebook update. This is why I love him so much.
People have been talking about Brooke’s weight in front of her and questioning if Lamb is driving her to eat her feelings.
I don’t say bad things about my animals in front of them if I can help it.
Well anyway, this show is too fucking loud in a reverberant as fuck environment. I got my clear custom earplugs in and they are helping. Ima write more about this stuff in the future because it’s the least I can I do.
Been uber busy with work and now school which is why I barely get to be on here anymore. Upside is I love school! I’m learning so much. It was kind of amazing how almost right away I was able to apply new info I was learning to my current job.
Going back to school was the right decision for me. I dreaded it for so long and looking back, that was really dumb. I love school even though it’s a ton of work. Deciding to go back really was me telling the universe I’m ready for something more. Huge, tectonic shifts happening here and I couldn’t be more pleased after years of the same shit different day.
Also, Ima be 40 fucking years old in April.
I’m pretty sure it’s “patty cake patty cake wit no hands, got me in this club making wedding plans,”
But I also like, “if I take pictures when you do your dance, I can make you famous on instagram,”
and, “Cadillac cadillac pop that trunk, let’s take a shot alley-oop that ‘donk,”
and, “hot damnit, your booty like two planets,” and “go ahead go ham sammich,”
and of course, “you know what to do with that big fat butt,”
and the conclusion, “damn baby, you got a bright future behind you.” I mean honestly that whole song is just a gleeful delight.
I also can’t stop singing, “Been around the world don’t speak the language, but your booty don’t need explaining,” at intervals.
Been thinking about the pure genius of this post.
Only Lovers Left Alive comes out on DVD on August 19th. I absolutely LOVED this movie so naturally I had to pre-order from amazon.
Hiked up behind the bowl last night with Wayne. Twas perfect, if not a bit smokey.
I was intellectually stimulated on an okcupid coffee meet-up. There is a first time for everything.
"I’m up and gone to Carolina in my mind"
I habitually get the song’s name wrong. I’m often tempted to call it “Carolina on My Mind.” But Carolina isn’t just on Taylor’s mind, it’s in it. And that small word — in — changes things. Because for those of us lucky enough to claim this humid pie slice of a state as our own, North Carolina isn’t just experienced by our senses — it actually becomes our senses. Conditioned by longleaf pines, pulled pork, Cheerwine, basketball, and hurricanes, our brains become so imbued by home that once we cross state lines, the rest of the world appears to us filtered through some unshakable and smoky North Carolina lens. Other places may appear beautiful, for sure, but it’s impossible for a North Carolinian to not, at some point, long for life to come back into focus through our permanent native spyglass. I guess this is how homesickness works for anyone from anywhere, but that’s only a guess. I can only vouch for North Carolina. So is it presumptive of me to say this is what a 19-year-old North Carolina songwriter was getting at when he found himself in England, missing his father, his dog Hercules, and his pumpkin collection back in Chapel Hill? Heck no. It didn’t matter that James Taylor was hanging out with The Beatles. The bigger issue was that he wasn’t in North Carolina.