Tellin it like it is...
Hello random online dude!
I hope you are doing well. I'm gonna call you "Rod" now for short, because that's easier to type, and it reminds me of Rod Sterling from the Twilight Zone. I really like that show, and that guy was a genius, so consider it a compliment. I'm writing this late at night when I'm beat outta my mind and half-asleep, so don't mind the typooooooooooosss ok? I'm not being a whiny bitch about todays topic I'm just being topical, and telling you about what's new in the rich and fabulous life of Em, ok? Ok. So Rod, you ever have your heart broken? I mean, broken so bad that you start getting depressed and feeling like life has no meaning? Well, I have, and just recently too!
It's silly, you think you'd go through this routine enough times and you become an expert at it, like the an Olympic gymnast - strong, stoid, strong as a rock - you could break a leg without even shedding a tear. I've gone through breakups enough times I should be like Kerri Strug, but every time I feel more like a loser. This guy was named Kevin. He was a teacher, tall, handsome, athletic, giving - the guy even did volunteer work on the weekends! A catch, right?? He was kinda a momma's boy but a great guy, I really liked him. We dated for like a month. Then I told him a little about my past, and it was the nail in the coffin. Gone with the Wind. He hasn't called me back for two weeks, probably won't ever call me back. I cried for awhile, but I didn't want to throw another pity party for myself (fyi -a "pity party" is not really a party, major false advertising). Besides, how many tears can one person have? If there's a life quota, I'm sure I've exceeded mine and now I'm gonna have to start paying overuse charges, like with cell phone minutes. When you grew up like I did, it's hard to get a good man. This is just another reminder of why I need to get my shit together. I definitely want a family one day. I want kids. I wanna be a soccer, PTA, piano lesson mom. I really do! But it's not gonna happen with my current career. No way - and I don't want to bring up kids with all this negativity around me. That, Rod, is why I'm going to make it in the music biz. It's been long, hard road, but this business is all about persistence and longevity - and there's no one more focused and persistent than me! Music- that's my future! That's my ticket out of this shitty mess. I believe it, and God told me it was gonna happen, so it is!
Love,
Em
I hope you are doing well. I'm gonna call you "Rod" now for short, because that's easier to type, and it reminds me of Rod Sterling from the Twilight Zone. I really like that show, and that guy was a genius, so consider it a compliment. I'm writing this late at night when I'm beat outta my mind and half-asleep, so don't mind the typooooooooooosss ok? I'm not being a whiny bitch about todays topic I'm just being topical, and telling you about what's new in the rich and fabulous life of Em, ok? Ok. So Rod, you ever have your heart broken? I mean, broken so bad that you start getting depressed and feeling like life has no meaning? Well, I have, and just recently too!
It's silly, you think you'd go through this routine enough times and you become an expert at it, like the an Olympic gymnast - strong, stoid, strong as a rock - you could break a leg without even shedding a tear. I've gone through breakups enough times I should be like Kerri Strug, but every time I feel more like a loser. This guy was named Kevin. He was a teacher, tall, handsome, athletic, giving - the guy even did volunteer work on the weekends! A catch, right?? He was kinda a momma's boy but a great guy, I really liked him. We dated for like a month. Then I told him a little about my past, and it was the nail in the coffin. Gone with the Wind. He hasn't called me back for two weeks, probably won't ever call me back. I cried for awhile, but I didn't want to throw another pity party for myself (fyi -a "pity party" is not really a party, major false advertising). Besides, how many tears can one person have? If there's a life quota, I'm sure I've exceeded mine and now I'm gonna have to start paying overuse charges, like with cell phone minutes. When you grew up like I did, it's hard to get a good man. This is just another reminder of why I need to get my shit together. I definitely want a family one day. I want kids. I wanna be a soccer, PTA, piano lesson mom. I really do! But it's not gonna happen with my current career. No way - and I don't want to bring up kids with all this negativity around me. That, Rod, is why I'm going to make it in the music biz. It's been long, hard road, but this business is all about persistence and longevity - and there's no one more focused and persistent than me! Music- that's my future! That's my ticket out of this shitty mess. I believe it, and God told me it was gonna happen, so it is!
Love,
Em

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