I have discovered something, through the various media promoting the on coming Rolling Stones concert that is coming to town this weekend -- I love old rockers. It started out with Steven Tyler. We were watching an Aerosmith video at Salls' house one day and she was lamenting at how ugly he is and I just couldn't get enough of him. It was horrifically fascinating to watch his mouth and his skinny little body, and ahh. It's scary to think about now. Anyways, I want to hang out with Steven Tyler. So that doubles the appeal of Mick Jagger -- not only is he old and a rocker but he's got an accent and everyone knows how I feel about accents. I was thinking, the other day about another old rocker that I absolutely love, but I can't remember at this time who it was. I felt pretty depressed this morning but I am doing alright now. The last ten days have been filled with massive headaches, migraines and seriously seized up jaws. Listening to a song on my mp3 player this morning on the way to work, I cried. Me me me me me. It's all me: I see the girl I wanna be
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Monday, Aug. 29, 2005 ~ 2:45 p.m.
Riding bareback, carefree
Along the shore
If only that someone was me
Jumping head first, head-long
Without a thought
To act and damn the consequence
How I wish it could be that easy
But fear surrounds me like a fence
I wanna break free