I do magic tricks for all the boys in the band...

Scars are souvenirs you never lose

The past is never far

Did you lose yourself somewhere out there

Did you get to be a star

And don't it make you sad to know that life

Is more than who we are

I woke up with Run Around Sue in my head. Psycho analyze the shit out of that...

I found this:

Am I allowed to feel weird when I see

females with my husband's band's logo tattooed across their chest? Who does that? I would never do it, and I feel that I have more of a reason to than they do. Or maybe I wouldn't because I'm too close to it. They say never to get your lover's name tattooed on you. So yes, Super Tramp, go for it. Tattoo that logo across your tits. You will probally never know them so it's safe for you. Just hope they don't change their sound or you don't change your taste. (Chump)

The days keep draging on...

I can't breath out of my left nostril. The air in the bus is making my eyes burn, and even though it's only June it's on 24/7.

My new favorite thing to do is look up places to live, but I'm not very good at it. I've only ever lived  the sunny states. I also don't want to be alone. So I feel that I'm doomed ( manifest destiny?) to live a circular existence. I want someplace magical. Paris? I don't speak French, and X would think it was cool for awhile, but he'd never be into the whole ex-pat thing. I think the most exciting thing for him about overseas tours is Absinthe. And either that would quickly wear off, or I'd be stuck in a foreign land with a husband I don't want...

I've read some books, watched some movies... carved out notches in the bunk railing... (Just kidding about that last one, or am I?) 

I tried to watch Raging Bull today. I didn't like it. X pointed out that it was a four star movie, but I guess it was too art house for me. I lost intrest, made jokes that the blond lady was Gwen Steffani, and wondered if Italians were really that angry.

Summer tour is kicking up... Which means busy busy, outdoor dates. HOT. Teenagers, HOT. I'm cranky just thinking about it.

Famous last words of a fool.

And all he had to say to break my heart was that I was breaking his.
His words collapsed me on the bed.
" Don't make fun of me."
Seriously? Was I suspose to walk on egg shells around him?
To fuck off were the first thing that came to mind,
but he looked hurt.
he looked as if I had crossed a line.
That line were it was us against them,
I was now one of them. One of the people who only cared if he bled.
I'm sorry.