March 23, 2011

irene goodnight

dear hay is for horses y'all diary,

i gave my daddy his johnny cash CD back and i already miss it with all my heart. goodnight irene is the best song ever. fuck if it ain't. i may have to go and snag it back. tell me why a man has 800 CDs and no CD player? to loan them to his daughter- i'd bet. oh my goodness- i almost went with gabrielle giffords husband mark- to the moon last night. seriously, he was captain of the rocketship that was to take a whole group of us to the moon for a trip i'd signed up to take in my dream of course- and i was packed and ready to go. i went so far as to get in line and get preseated to board the rocket ship- and i started having a panic attack. i saw mark- and i asked him if i could run back to my car really fast- that i had forgotten my medicine- and he said, matter of fact-ly, that i could go get it- but that i didn't have enough time- and if i wasn't back- they would leave without me. i lied and said i knew i would make it- and walked as slow as i could out of the door. i knew all of my friends would die- and i knew they wouldn't refund my money- but i didn't care. i saw my medicine in my purse as i walked. then before i got to my car- the rocket took off above my head. everything looked beautiful. but i was glad i wasn't up there. i wanted to smoke pot down here instead and get high.