I Am A Smoking Gun

That just went off inside of your head.

Making you go crazy,

Luring you back for more,

with bait,

or just baited breath...

hmmmm...

nope, not really. just kinda wish i felt like that right now.

feel more like this

but in precisely three days i will be at home

where things like this exist

and this

and feelings like this can be taken care of

and my head will feel like this

instead of this

xx

CMS

ps. someone has a hard on for poodles

ahaha... gutter snyped

There Must Be Somthin' Goin' 'Round

The City Treats Us Well

we bite and it bites back,

but who doesn't like a little nibble.

It is finally fucking freezing though,

which makes me want to do this

and finals feel kind of like this

and i'm certainly going to spend the next two weeks looking like this

and try to remember that when i do

,

but never in terms of cigarettes.

chain smoke kids, chain smoke your lil' lungs off.

But it's not so bad because at the end of the tunnel,

this is the light that awaits me

baby's flyin' back on down south for a whole god damn month

so i can remember that

and this is all i want to do for four whole weeks

(well not exactly)

i'd like to try and make out with all of these people too

and pretend that this

feels like this

mainly by drinking my weight in whiskey

and falling asleep with you at the end of the night.

In the present tense though,

I was in an intensely awkward indie-southern nostalgic mood today,

and this was my playlist.

just in case you feel like dipping your toes in my internal soundtrack and wigglin' round.

and i've listened to this sound five times a day for the past week.

and that's all she wrote folks

xx

CMS

I Saw You Blink, And I Missed Your Eyes

So last we spoke,

my darling clicksters, I was about to leave my southern lions

for some northern wolves.

But I kept my cool, and just told myself

and at least it won't be so damned hot anymore.

I moved in with Molly

which looks like a little bit of this

and a whole lot of this

and i'm back in Chelsea with my Gays where I belong

and my apartment is a place of fairy love, a bohemian rhapsody, if you will.

We Call It The Honey Pot.

My room looks kind of like this

And our living room actually does look like this

And I usually make breakfast like this

Oh and we have a

*ahem, anyone who knows me, knows that this is unprecedented, ahem*

MOTHER FUCKIN' KITYYI present to Y'all

Sir Dizzy Rascal
he enjoys scratching furniture, panic, shoelaces, turkey bacon

and watching American Dad with me

He completes our little two-mommy-one-kitty family

And when we come home from our long days of creative thinking

we have a safe haven to grab a cigarette

and do something along the lines of this

speaking of smoking,

I give you my

Non-Smoker-Smoking of the week:

Mr. Poteet,

CAUGHT YA!

other than that,

me, myself and the steal minds of lofty intellectual pursuit and soft palate-d thoughts of grandeur that surround me...

well, we're tackling our futures

with a vengance

from some hell you saw in a David Lynch film one time.

My dreams look like this right now.

But even though I'm trés occupied and in a land far away right now,

my phone is always on my darlings,

(and i always answer it in this position)

Something I learned from my dear friend Matthew Taylor

So for Tonight, Goodnight from New York City

And an I love you to Nashville, Tennessee

I'll be visiting home soon...

xx

CMS