The weirdest thing about me being on the road believe it or not, is that I am actually becoming more tame and normal. You’d think that living on the road, touring, being in a different town every day would make you crazier, or wilder or at least more out going. But no, somehow I am always the exception to a rule.
I feel SO boring.
I like to talk about cooking,the music industry, and bitching about legal problems I shouldn’t be bitching about.
I suppose after being beaten up over and over and over and over by bad luck these last 3 months didn’t help my personality.
Im becoming more dull.
Id rather not say anything than write about how many obstacles we’re hopping over.And, I feel like talking about venues,and food, and accommodations is a waste of time because I honestly don’t want to talk about it, and you honestly don’t really care to read about it.
But if I write exactly whats on my mind, then that probably wouldn’t make too good of a reading material because team Geri X (aka: label, publicist, manager, etc) would come in for the rescue and pep talk me into writing about more positive things and keeping an uplifting journal topic.
I feel myself turning boring, which is making me want to act up. Like a child, which I still actually and literally am. I’ve got my youth, but Im not using it to my fullest advantage.
Im too nice,too respectful, too accommodating, too caring and way too responsible-early 20’s going on early 50’s over here, I tell you.
I’ve got awesome communication skills but I almost hate it.
I wish I could be an asshole sometimes,and do stupid things, and have boundless fun,and not think about the absolute outcome of every action, but Im too responsible.
I sure look like I would be wild.
Don’t ever judge a book by its cover.
Im a good example.
Im living you to the fullest extent that my responsible little brain is letting me.Please help me be more open to fucking shit up and having a good time. Im not an old lady yet, so I shouldn’t be acting like one.