Burning Star IV

I think that.. there are just certain people that are so comfortable and scary to be around. Comfortable arms. Comfortable words. That because you’re afraid they make you feel safe in your own head, in a strange bed.

I spend a lot of time second-guessing myself, and I guess.. I guess I even read poetry. I guess I played guitar and I know I sang and I know that somewhere over a rainbow there was a lot of good from everything.

I think I missed being me. I think I know that I’m crazy and I can keep it under wraps. I think I know I fucked up. I think, and I know, that I am probably better off. I think it’s weird. I think that .. fuck. I don’t know how to think right now. My head is still lost in half-sleep/space/time and full of arms.

“Next time..”

So there’s going to be one of those.

Boy I sure wish my phone would work.

I need a Diana talk like nobody’s business.

HOW DID THIS EVEN HAPPEN?!

OH FOR FUCKS SAKES.

Couldn’t have just let me drive my drunk ass home?! Noooooo instead we had to play guitar til 3-4 and then WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK IS MY LIFE HOW THE FUCK.

I’ve lost all ability to can.

I’m going back to bed.

Protip: when getting into a long-term relationship, it’s all about having mutual goals & things to accomplish that you could on your own, but they’re the one you want by your side.

This is a beer batter maple bacon cupcake.
Yes, those are bacon bits on top.

This is a beer batter maple bacon cupcake.

Yes, those are bacon bits on top.

I'm Jessy Savage.

I'm just another soul walking the streets of this great earth of ours - somebody you would pass on the road and wonder what was up with that smirk on my face. I keep my feet on the ground and my head in the clouds. I'm always writing. Always. Words and music are the only things that will always make sense to me.

I drink too much coffee and stay awake far too late for my own good. I work four jobs. I'm always busy and keeping myself distracted. I go to three to four shows a week and come home and write about 'em. And when I'm not watching or listening to music, I'm playing it.

I can't stand negativity and choose to just not associate with it. I wake up every day with a grin on my face, because really, what else are you going to do? I keep inspirational quotes hidden around my house. I am probably the strangest decorator you will ever meet. I'm quirky. I have a thousand acquaintances and a small group of true friends. I love people.

I don't describe myself as one thing. I'm a thousand amalgamations of what I wanted to be growing up, all rolled into one. I always wanted to BE somebody else, but at the end of the day, I grew into the idea of wanting to be myself.

I'm snarky and sarcastic and incredibly witty at times. I'm spontaneous as hell and prone to take off at the drop of a hat when somebody invites me on an adventure. I'm loud and probably too high-energy for most to handle.

I see shooting stars when other people don't, because I'm always looking for 'em. I have a collection of four-leaf clovers and seashells.

I'm basically just a mix of smiles, confidence, happiness, and amazing. So deal with it ;)

SAVAGE OUT!

The best year of my life so far.

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