Friday, August 13, 2004

Steph said it best: it's good to be hanging out with intellectuals for a change.
Bill and Steve sang "Saturday in the Park" by Chicago, Steph sang "Me and Bobby Mcgee" by Janis Joplin, and I sat by to cheer them on. I seriously need to grow some balls and get up there and sing some time. I'm just afraid that my pitch will be off, my voice will crack and they'll send a midget with a shepard's hook to yoink me offstage. Oh, and I'm terrified of those brief interludes during a song... what the heck do you do when there are no words to sing, scatting is too difficult, and if you even attempted to dance, one of your left feet would salsa while the other sashayed? I just don't know. But the rush, so I hear, is fantastic.
I haven't sung at a karaoke bar since I was 8... and even then, my mom was right beside me...

I'd like to find a boyfriend now. This isn't a personal ad; don't feel the need to respond. It seems every boy who would make a potentially great boyfriend (i.e. Bill, Alex, Mr. Right, etc.)is leaving or taken. I only attract scumbags who want meaningless sex or "bowl buddies" (my new term for people who smoke together).
So, it's about 3 in the AM, and I'm exhausted... gonna go read.


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