Lost Where I Belong

It seems that I found this album that the perfect time. I'd heard snippets of Andreya Triana's voice against the backdrop of other artists, but'd never realized her worth as a soloist. Her voice gives me the feeling of sitting in a dimly lit, smoke-filled lounge pawing at the one I want. Her lyrics are anything but shallow and, from what I understand, completely self written.

Aside from being stunningly beautiful, she is a singer-songwritter that you can appreciate anytime, anywhere.

And now, back to sadness. Merry Christmas.

Sweet Baby

Oh, shit. I've caught the baby bug.

I spent a weekend with the cuuuuutest fucking two-year-old ever. Ever.

Complete with tummy rubbing and Barney watching and diaper changing and tantrum mitigating, I'm hooked. I want to be a mom. I'm a natural. Candace love the kids.

I knew when I figured that her juice had too high a sugar content that I was made for this. My mom, also a natural at nurturing, obviously passed this sweet gene on to me. I was born for motherhood. I could make the next president. Maybe not. I'm too liberal and artsy for that shit. Still. I could make a pretty well-to-do motherfucking human.

I'm vulgar and lost and self defecating, but goddamnit, I can love. And what else does a little future need besides love?