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