We Are Animals After All

And only the good die young

So give someone a lapdance

 
and see what happens

Or just chill out and Listen to some records

Ya know, drink some Juice

My point is, everyone's so wound up right now.

Calm down, quit judging and Have A Good Time.

Let's embrace the carefree spirit of summer, y'all.

xx

CMS

Wagonwheel

Right Now I Feel Like This:

Because Summer Means

Water

Skin
Water
and

Skin
Right now my southern accent's a lil' thicker and life is full of good people and good weather. 

We drink under christmas lights and fall asleep in a pile on the hardwood floor.

There are puppies, kittens and whiskey.

What could be better?

Well, maybe if You were here.

But I don't even really know who you are.

Right now I have two goals:

make a blues record

go camping

oh and convince Mariel to let me get a pig for the apartment

That's all for now. 

But Papa RJ got me a new digital camera today so be expecting lots of photos of people I love and places that make my little corner of the country my favorite place to be.

xx

CMS

We're Sick For the Big Sun

Sorry for neglecting y'all. It's been a whirlwind, but after a few anxiety attacks and a couple handfuls of sedatives, we are settled into the new digs in the city

This is our view:

This is my room:

That is in desperate need of me coming back to make it look like this

and to keep us classy we hung this photo to remind us to ask, 

"What would Cary Grant do?"

 AND now I am back in the sleepy south for a moment to: 

breathe the fresh air

lie in the grass

look at the stars

drink whiskey

drive fast

see sunsets so perfect that cameras don't do them justice

road trip through states that still fly confederate flags

climb trees and skin my knees

and have some serious Mama Papa time

This time last year I was in the exact same spot I'm sitting right now, But it felt a lot different.

 I'm waiting for summer to feel like this

It's coming though, we just have to jump in.

xx

CMS

Maybe I'll Paint Them In Myself

Tomorrow at 2pm

This is how I will Feel.

Summer it's been far too long. Welcome back old friend.

Let's walk down Grand St. in Daylight.

xx

CMS

Age of Consent

We Get Our Keys Tomorrow!

And even though we're far to small to do it alone, we're moving all of our shit in. Help is welcome though. We'll make you lemonade or something.

And then we're buying blow up mattresses and candles so we can sleep there because 20th street is basically a hazard to our health.

It's been real guys, BUT it's definitely time to move on.

For posterity's sake though let's take a moment to look back on the place I've called home for the past year.

Things I've learned at 300 W. 20th St:

• Svedka is better than Georgi, but it's not quite Skyy. But at the end of the day, all Vodka will still taste like rubbing alcohol.
  
• I've lost at least 1,000 brain cells bumping my head on the ceiling, lofted beds are not all they're cracked up to be.
• Postcards make good wall art.
• Making this many people live in such confined and close quarters is cruel and unusual punishment.
• Apparently even at art school there are frat boys.
• Alcoholism is more of a generational trend than a personal problem.
• Having to sign people in is degrading.
• Having to "swipe in" is worse.
• My neuroses were not meant for dorm life.
  

There's plenty that we can all complain about, but at the end of the day there was always someone bitching about you, always someone to bitch about, always someone to bitch with, and when you were really down, there was always someone to drink it all away with.

Oh and remember when we all used to go to Rush?

At least we can say we've come a long way.

And Now it's time for life on West 10th Street. You Ain't Seen Nothin' Yet.

Mama Jackie is coming up on Saturday, which I'm really excited about. And then I'm flying back to Nashville on Tuesday, where there's a puppy waiting for me!

Meet Bella, internet world.

but don't worry

New York City, even this little face won't keep me gone long. I'll Be Back. Because I already miss You way too much.

Just like I'm going to miss a lot more of you when the time comes.

Right now my brain feels like this

xx

CMS

Get Your Panties Out of A Bunch

Apparently a certain harmless post from quite some time ago ruffled some party monster feathers, and... 

this is me not apologizing. 

But at the same time it has been brought to my attention that there were some errors, 

So let's get the facts straight Y'all.

I was wrong in referring to a certain person as 30. 

Oopsie Daisy... he's 28.

And now we can all count down the days until that post will actually be factual, together. With this handy dandy count down! Maybe he and his friends can get some rest now and quit obsessing about my stupid blog. that even i think is stupid.

                  

We're all a little bit cunty. Get over it.

xx

CMS

Violet?

So, I kind of want to let the tints of purple currently in my bangs take over my whole head.

Comme ça:

thoughts?

xx

CMS

I can't 

Clearly...

I have so much to do, and I just feel like this

To Do:

write four papers

clean my prison cell

start packing up prison cell

go to gym

Maybe this will all happen today.

Or I could just keep clicking around on the internet and finding things that make me laugh because they remind me of Mariel and I

Don't ask me why

So also in the midst of my blatant procrastination and absurd wasting of time I've been contemplating a particular conversation.

Me: You're a label whore.

Mariel: I'm not a label whore, I'm a quality whore.

I thought this was quite funny, and then realized that it's actually kind of poignant.  My life has been sort of a roller coaster for the past year, but the one thing that I can say above all is that through all of the drastic changes, I'm surrounded by a quantity of quality.  More and more of the toxic attributes and people in my life are being filtered out as time goes on and the ones being added, and especially the ones that have made it all this way with me, are people and things that I should be filling my life with. 

I guess it's a sign of growing up.

feels good.

So be a quality whore. Go Buy Prada.

And now I leave you with a dirty old bastard

and some flowers

sometimes it takes a little bit of both to brighten your day.

That is all.

xx

CMS

All I Want Is The Best For Our Lives, My Dear

I leave for Nashville in 13 days, and it's never been more obvious that things look much different from far away.  I've been counting down to May 19th since August 21st, and now I'm spinning in a snow globe of nostalgia as I reminisce on the past 9 months that i've wished away.  I've met such amazing people, been to such cluttered corners of this fair city filled with such drunken smiles, ridden such fast trains, taken such slow cabs, braved such a cold winter and breathed such a refreshing spring (even if it has rained non-stop for the past 4 days).  I've realized that it's not about choosing Nashville or New York, it's about letting them both be part of who I am.  The former being my beloved hometown and the place that's made me who I am and will always be full of people that I love and miss, and the latter being the place that will shape my next set of memories and where I will find even more people to love and miss.  You can't stay in one place forever, but you still have to pick a place to call home.  Nashville is home, because it is where my heart is, and New York is now because it is where my head is. 

(So listen up fools, this is an announcement to all of those who thought I would be returning to the south for good after this school year came to a close.  I am certainly making my way on down to spend a sleepy southern summer with you all, but I am coming back to this busy city in the fall. I have to, and no it's not fair)

It's all going to work out though, I promise. Because it all works out in the end, and if it doesn't than it's not the end. Someone smart told me that.

Anyways...

I signed my first big girl lease on my first big girl West Village apartment! Yay. We get the keys on the 15th if all goes according to plan. 

Now we have some major decorating to do (aka painting everything pink)

So that's le update Darlings. Other than that I've just been doing a lot of sleeping

to avoid feeling like this

With all of the loose ends that must be tied before I can start unraveling new strings elsewhere.

But soon things will be back to normal and you can call me Pocahontas again,

Don't You Worry.

xx,

CMS