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Friday, October 19, 2007
This is where I get human.

You know those cartoons where someone is frustrated/upset and they just have a big cloud over their head?

That's how I feel right now...

It's a rare occasion over the last few months, but I feel blue. I feel frustrated. I feel annoyed with people - because I just went to a beautiful show that wasn't so beautiful because people were screaming at the top of their lungs talking / showing off their unneccessary cleavage / spilling beer on me / yelling rude remarks to the band.

So i move to another spot at the Bluebird to grab a new perspective and a new surrounding and see 103 couples making out, touching, blah blah blah standing together and each one matches the others integer - and i've jetted off to this show last minute by myself (which is usually the most fun) and instead am feeling sorry for myself 1) because I can't see who i'll ever match up again which 2) leaves me missing my ex boyfriend... even tho he's not the answer and he's not good news - I get a twinge of jealousy for not being involved in whatever he's doing tonight and a little bit of anger because I know it's probably something I wouldn't approve of... nor something I enjoyed sitting around and tolerating the two years we were together.

I don't regret that I'm alone now. I don't regret not getting stuck with said person. I don't regret all of the positive people and great lifestyle I've finally gotten to live because I broke out of something unhealthy. But sometimes I regret not being weak enough 95% of the time like a some of my girlfriends who rush hastily out of a bad relationship and quickly onto the next.

You poor bastards never have to give that last one a second thot. I'm sitting here being responsible - and healing - and going through the motions and blah blah blah. I curse all of you who dont' take the time.
I wish I were so stupid.


Rogue Wave - Eyes

Missed the last train home
Birds pass by to tell me that i'm not alone
Well I'm pushing myself to finish this part
I can handle a lot but the one thing I miss is
Seeing your eyes, your eyes, your eyes, your eyes, your eyes.

Have you seen this film?
It reminds me of walking thru the avenues
Well i'm washing my hands of attachments, yeah
I can land on the ground, but one thing I miss is
Seeing your eyes, your eyes, your eyes, your eyes, and your eyes.



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I'm Sami Jo From Denver, CO, United States Samantha loves to travel, lose herself in a good book, practice yoga at her favorite local studio, The Yoga Mat, and connect with friends, old and new. Her love of working with creative minds extends into her personal endeavors, as well. She and her husband conduct a project called "Songs For Jake," a music collaboration channel designed with the simple mission of getting great songs to one really big music lover. Through her business, Roger Charlie, Samantha focuses on publicity and management, working closely with authors, musicians, and creatives who find value in a more personal approach through communications.
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