"I am on a lonely road, and I am traveling, traveling, traveling .... looking for something, what can it be?" Go on, Miss Joni! She starts the album with a sentiment like that. Wanna glimpse into my head during track 1? Of course you do:
- I'm having thoughts of splitting open the gut of my ex-girlfriend with a serrated blade. It's been almost a year since she cut me to pieces (which are, by the way, being mended back together just fine), and everyone says to me, "You gotta get mad, Jen! Be angry at her, and let yourself expel that anger." Okay, damnit! I AM pissed! I was filled with expectations of a future, of a family, of a life with someone I thought was "the one." Then that "One" decided to take it all back. She took all of it back, everything! Damnit, I wanted that future with her and I thought she did too. But no, on Thanksgiving of all days, while my brother and her mother left to get butter at the grocery store, my world was flipped by the words from her lips, "I'm seeing someone else...." I wanted to curl up and die, or at least throw up. Fuck it! I'm not feeling sorry for myself anymore. I refuse to shed another tear for her! Bwaahahahaa, the guts shall be spilled!
- Hmmm ... I miss my bike. I'm so happy on it. Pure and simple blissful thought. I need it after turning my ears red about my ex. Nietzsche was right... "The best way to reap the most joy and happiness in life is to live dangerously." Fuck Yeah! I can't wait to get home and hit the road. I'm takin' my happy ass to Graceland this weekend. There's nothing like a visit to the King's crib and the sweet sexy sounds of Memphis. It's always amazed me how the blues can evoke such happy feelings, but Beale Street sure gets my feet to tappin'!
- Okay, so adrenalin is pumping at this point, what next ... debauchery of course. Memories of the mile high club have led directly into a fantasy involving this cute little brunette two rows in front of me. It's hard not to smile when thinking about sex. I'll spare you all the details of my fantasy scenario, but I will say it involved rows 26 through 29 seats D-E-F ... aww yeah! Of course, in my fantasy the damn coach seats recline a lot more than than the centimeter and a half they bless us with in real life.
- What's better than sex? Not much I suppose, but suddenly work has re-entered the brain. For money's sake, my job is alright. But I know as well as my co-workers that I would probably be more satisfied at a different company. It's not like I haven't already begun looking. I just need to buckle down and get serious about it.
- Whoa, holy buzz kill! Let's get back to happy thoughts. I could use a drink, and lucky for me American Airlines takes the company card for booze! I'm feelin' like it's a whiskey night. I don't think I have ever pushed the call button on an airplane. I usually just wait until the airline attendant makes his or her way down the aisle. Hell, I'm feeling fiesty ... I'm gonna push the button ... wait, is it rude? Why does it seem rude to me? The button is there. I should be able to use it, right? Maybe I feel rude pushing the button to summon alcohol service. Naw, I think I just feel like an alcoholic if I push the button for alcohol service. Okay, fine, I'm not pushing the damn button. A double Jack and Ginger can wait until I finish this blog.
*Whistles impatiently*
AHA!! Here she comes! Adios, readers. Blog complete. I have a date with Jack, and I don't wanna be late.
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