Meow at the cows.: Archive

Bad things have a way of losing me,

Just so good things can find me. I hope this abrupt change of winter weather to spring means something ( other than me getting a fantastic tan.)

Jan 27th

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So I guess I should explain the utter...

So, I was unfairly fired from my barista job today because even though I requested days off for rehearsals for all my upcoming engagements these next few weeks, it is still apparently its too much to deal with. I spent pretty much all of today in a total funk, throughout rehearsals and coachings and classes alike. More disappointments to follow when I went home to rest before rehearsal for...

Jan 26th

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Apparently

This year already Fucking blows.

Jan 25th

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I have something sinister

on my mind.

Jan 21st

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Jan 20th

I AM 21.

and I have a big fat fucking headache, a head without memories, and lost shit here and there and about a billion things to do… …but fuck, last night was so much god damn fun.

Jan 18th

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so tomorrow night

I ‘twill be celebrating my 21st birthday. And it will be good. Don’t ask me to recount it- I won’t be able to.

Jan 16th

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That didn't go well...

… but it didn’t go horribly wrong. It just… went. Ah, fuck.

Jan 15th

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Referring the le post dernier,

I listen to my pre-audition cd, Did mah hair, billie holiday style And am going to actually pray in between playing the organ/piano in church today. I also ate a banana, and I hate bananas. Whoooa here we go!

Jan 15th

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I did something I should-na have...

I looked up the profiles of the past participants of isingbeijing program, the audition I have tomorrow, and realized that they are all older, with infinitely more training and experience and physical years on their voices than are on mine, and that is the level that I must be at to get in. Oh boy… ugh. Even if I do fantastic tomorrow, there’s such a sliver of hope. Bugger!

Jan 15th

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Thinking that supertitions are silly

Is not a wise to contemplate whilst riding a bike on Friday the 13th. Superstitions hurt. Ow ow ow.

Jan 14th

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I'd like to thank tumblr, market street bums, and...

For letting me know how exquisite my tits are. Really ‘yall. This is an honor. Because I worked so hard, and did so much to deserve them. I’d also like to thank god, my mother, and mother nature for making me a late bloomer.

Jan 12th

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Jan 12th

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Consuming nothing

But coffee Good ideas And music. Don’t preach, because I ain’t listening.

Jan 11th

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I've got an alter ego.

Moxy. I found this out whilst biking to church to do work on some music, a few men in a van with a carpet cleaning business drove by and one man remarked (at a stop light) “hey babe, I’d clean those carpets for free!” And then high fived the driver. Moxy (moi) said “sorry, all hardwood floors here, cunt” And as an after though just as I sped off, she added,...

Jan 11th

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Watch

Only because I’m mildly obsessed with this song.

Jan 10th

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Every amy winehouse song

Makes so much sense. Considerably more. I wish they didn’t. (Except the drug ones, a’course.)

Jan 8th

Jan 7th

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KIND PERSONS OF TUMBLR!

Me and my guitarist in our duo are looking for a name. We play everything from husky torch songs, to gritty blues, to sexy gypsy classical songs and Opera arias. So… yeah. Haaaalp!

Jan 6th

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infundibuliform asked: How are you?

Jan 5th

Anonymous asked: How are you so beautiful?

Jan 5th

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Anonymous asked: What do you want?

Jan 5th

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Talk to me

thesleepingvenus.tumblr.com/ask

Jan 5th

Some one

come ride to ocean beach with me.

Jan 5th

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Jan 4th

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I AM TOO BUSY

Jan 2nd

He might not be mine, but he's mine for tonight.

I haven’t been this relieved to see someone in so long. :)

Dec 31st

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I love you

I love you nothing like the grapes that love their stem and the holes with brown death creeping round their nonexistent corners. I love you nothing like the grapes that peel themselves. I love you nothing like these words that refuse to write themselves love the reader, and the reader who loves the words that write others words. I love you nothing like an cat loves the sun, a shoulder,...

Dec 30th

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You fiends like Bob Dylan? (Sneakish peekish of...

Dec 30th

New recording/ ukulele stuff for christmas = new...

Dec 30th

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post whiny shit.

Lose followers. Fair enough. Right meow, here’s some music to make up for my moodiness. ENJOY meow!

Dec 30th

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I honestly

Don’t think there is anything I can do to make people attracted to me besides sing.

Dec 29th

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Anonymous asked: Do you like sex? How many peopl have you been with??

Dec 27th

Loverly

Spent my one day off biking for several hours, eating whole foods soup while getting picked up on by cute cycle trick boys who happen to be head chefs, more biking, more cold weather and cute messages from cute people. And it just reminded me of the prospect of living in the city this time next week with my friends and learning music and start a new life in a new way with new and old people in...

Dec 27th

Dec 26th

I usually

Have a tradition for the past 3 or 4 years it has seemed, of doing something seemingly harmful/stupid/fun/ different to myself to change my appearance or something, like 4 years ago I pierced my nose at midnight on christmas morning, and then next year I tried doing an indian ink tattoo and bleached and cut my hair, then year after I repierced my nose (haha, failure) and dyed my hair from brown to...

Dec 24th

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For you

Child, this world’s unfair, but it’s not here to hurt you its cold and big, but it’s not always lonely because even when I’m not there I’m here, and I’m there, I’m everywhere you close your eyes. Summertime said yes, and golden leaves did too, but the winters a little cold this year, and so are you, but even when I’m gone and we must keep...

Dec 24th

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Dec 24th

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Dec 24th

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I lied.

All I am going to say, is more than I should say. I sang, he played they loved us. Gigs galore, More fans, a big wad of cash (unexpected… but appreciated) admirers, drunken and sober. Phone numbers and emails and prospective nothings. In the end, I sang to someone’s heart, I sang to someone’s soul, and I sang to someones loins. I won’t name names though.

Dec 24th

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THERE IS SO MUCH TO SAY

And I am going to say nothing. :)

Dec 24th

Oh man, yoshis tomorrow

Do I know all those words? Does this dress fit? Will they fall in love? yes. fuck yeah. and maybe.

Dec 22nd

Mama may have, Papa may have

but god bless the child who’s got his own.

Dec 21st

Heart hurt.

It does. Other than the kisses on my shoulder, the arms around my waist and the breath on my neck of the low rumble of sleep… none of this feels good. Nothing feels right other than what we are pretending. Except my brain knows this is better.

Dec 19th

Singing at yoshis in t minus 4 days..

I keep waking up early in the morning, terrified I’m not ready and I’m going to fuck it up somehow. Then I drink a big glass of “calm-the-fuck-down” … Then I tell myself it’s only jazz.

Dec 19th

I live

In a lost little house, On a confused street In a wayward neighborhood In indecisionville Located in a country of mistakes. Fuuuuuuh.

Dec 17th

I don't feel sad

Just a little lost…

Dec 16th