He looked at me quizzically,"I'd never have believed you were a rock star's girlfriend." Even if those last words hurt I didn't give myself time to register it.

Jane by April Linder

Don't be fooled I was raised by the wolves...

We went to the movies last night. I wore my pajamas- black yoga pants, a black band shirt and a red and black flannel shirt. I just don't care. A group of frat/sorority t ype people came into the half empty theater and one of the guys said " My home theater is bigger than this." Then laughed as his own witticism. Ugh. How do you live with yourself?

I had to pee like 20 times. ( No I'm not pregnant.) On the way back to the theater the last time a group of teenagers stared at me and one said " What is she in?" I laughed to myself. I am not movie star pretty. I am not your average ex model married a rock star. At best I look like a college girl who stopped trying- more Ramona Flowers than Lexus Amanda.

Guys like us, ain't got no chance

but I'm the thing that keeps you and me alive, not forever-

A hot guy may not know how to talk to you. When women are hitting on you every night, "it fluffs up your ego, for sure," says Rick, a guitarist whose punk band plays sold-out shows around the country. " but it can make you worse at meeting girls in the usual situations, because you're not used to having to work for it." Just because a guy's good looking, doesn't mean he's got game. So just go up and introduce yourself, and be sure not to mistake shyness for arrogance.

Glamour March 2012

This reminded me of the night I met X. He kept coming up to me and asking me things. Stupid things. He later confessed that he just wanted to talk to me. He only had 6 hours to figure out what was the least creepy way of getting to know me, staying in contact with me.

 

 

and I was overwhelmed and frankly scared as hell Because I really fell for you

You're just a hologram of yourself. They project certain traits, certain things you like. They give you clothes to play dress up in, but that's not really you up there. It's just a two dementional representation of yourself, and like some science fiction movie, it will never, and can never be all of you. I never want to be projected. I sometimes find it sureal that my spouse lives within the realms of a dual reality. It's a comfort sometimes, to know that he isn't the holographic image. You'd be wise to realize that nobody is. NOBODY. Look at the shocking tell alls. Recently I read that lady Gaga was never a stripper, homeless or anything else she used to give herself accreditation to her fans. Do I blame her? No. My husband isn't a womanizing, alcoholic, insomniac, drug addict, but you would be lead to believe otherwise. 

Persona.

image.

character

stage name.

fake.fake.fake.

“I've been making a list of the things they don't teach you at school. They don't teach you how to love somebody. They don't teach you how to be famous. They don't teach you how to be rich or how to be poor. They don't teach you how to walk away from someone you don't love any longer. They don't teach you how to know what's going on in someone else's mind. They don't teach you what to say to someone who's dying. They don't teach you anything worth knowing.” 

 ― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 9: The Kindly Ones

to me this says: PS I'm stalking your husband.

Oh I know! I’ve been keeping track of the setlists, and I’ll be writing a detailed overview of the whole night and also taking pictures and video. I am beyond stoked to say the least.

“Now more than ever do I realize that I will never be content with a sedentary life, that I will always be haunted by thoughts of a sun-drenched elsewhere.”

—	Isabelle Eberhardt; The Nomad: The Diaries of Isabelle Eberhardt