Chloe Sinned on Sunday.

Count on meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, I'm reliable I promise.
I want to eat Skittles & Sundaes and watch Black Books. With two people in particular, that are now sadly interstate. BLAH! Come back? I'll pay for your flights? MAYBE. haha
I must admitt I am extremely impressed by Sins on Sunday. If I wasn't leaving the country in 14days, I'd say I'd be attending every single one held. And I had the most fun on Saturday night which is always a bbboooonnnnnuuuusssss.


She was a real royal lady, true patron of the arts
She said the best country singers die in the back of classic cars
So if I ever got too hungry for a suitcase or guitar
To think of them all alone in the dark
So I laid some nights beside her in a bed made for a queen
She said I kissed her different, that all the men her age were mean
Gave me anything I wanted, Oh the generosity
I took all that I could, it was free
Now the sky is a torn up denim and the clouds are just splattered paint
It’s a room I’m renovating; it’s a name I got to change
If I get out of California I’m going back to my home state
To tell them all that I made a mistake

And I keep looking for that blindfold faith
Lighting candles to a cynical saint
Who wants the last laugh at the fly trapped in the windowsill tape
You can go right out of your mind trying to escape
From the panicked paradox of day to day
If you can’t understand something then it’s best to be afraid

The whole world it loves you if you are a chic chameleon
Intersecting circles she could hang with anyone
But when conducting business she would lie about where she’s from
Saying, "Life is how it is not how it was"
I learned to listen felt like I was back at school
She’d talk forever about the phases of the moon
Saying, "Everything is a cycle, you’ve got to let it come to you
And when it does, you will know what to do"
Without even knowing I guess I took her advice
Painted her front door it seemed a suitable goodbye
It’s not that often but I think of her sometimes
Just something quaint, a couple ships in the night

And they keep moving at a glacial pace
Turning circles in a memory maze
I made a new cast of the death mask that is gonna cover my face
I had to change the combination to the safe
Hide it all behind a wall let people wait
And never trust a heart that is so bent it can’t break.

YEAH, THATS WHAT SHE SAID!

I am feeling strong, I feel like I have just snapped out of a trance. I have realised that only I know whats right for me, others can contribute and advise, but if I feel great, happy, content & sorted then why the hell is there any reason that I'm not. Bar a few things that often get me thinking until I tie myself in knots. But they're the kind of things that sort themselves out in time, I know they will. I'm just impatient, if I want something I want it now. Its always been that way, maybe I just need to learn to let things come to me. As the great Conor Oberst says "Everything is a cycle, you’ve got to let it come to you and when it does, you will know what to do." I'm too eager. Sometimes its a great thing, and I get what I'm after, but sometimes its just best to wait. Let time pass, let destiny take its course.

PLUS I HAVE THIS LITTLE POEM FOR YA'LL:
There once were three girls from Geelong, when they were together they'd burst out in song, they'll be in Europe in not too long, on the top of the Eiffel tower like King Kong. They flew there in a plane, it was taking so long it drove them insane. They adventured round France with a cane, attacking anyone with a mane, snooping down every back lane. When creeps followed them it really was a pain, but they couldn't wait to get to Spain.