Urban in the City

So, after a long and busy week, keep in mind it's only wednesday, I'm sitting here at the end of the day, mid way through the night, trying to figure out at least a dozen different things, one of which being the second attempt at article/short story writing and all I can get for that much is a start:
They Never Tell You It's Going To Be Like This
that or....
For The Hours And Hours People Spend, Trying To Put Together The Stories Of Our Lives, It's Amazing What They Leave Out, and Who They Forget

I'm not sure which one I like more, perhaps it'll turn into two separate stories and if I manage to actually get past the first line on either of them maybe, just maybe if I address every editor from here to Bangkok, maybe, just maybe it'll sale. The main problem isn't in not knowing what to write, it's in not knowing where to place my focus, because lets face it, how much thought can really be put into 1,000 max word count? If you think allot - Then I suggest you try it, really get raving, count the words and assuming you have over stepped the set limit, try shaving it down to the required - without losing your point and purpose. Some people have the ability, some don't... so far I don't. Still a girl has to try to make a buck or two while waiting for a real job to come up.
Oh and on that note, if Astro World dose hire me, it's for weekends only until May, and then 5 days a week, so time I will have.

Other stuff on my mind? Well I just saw Keith Urban in concert at the Rodeo - My god, He is a Guitar God. I have never seen, or rather heard anyone mix such styles as rock, blues and country, in such a smooth way. And his lead guitar player.... well that is when he wasn't playing lead... was impressive as well, mimicking the sounds of a digareydo (SP??) and other instruments on his guitar - I was in such awe of the performance from Urban himself that I almost, almost missed the chance to check out his thick arms and tight butt.... maybe that was a little far, but hey I'm a girl, and ontop of that, he's a good looking Aussie - can ya blame me?

I also attended a wedding last Saturday, helping Donovan out some as he raced around the wedding looking very ass-like to capture the event in it's most purest form... He really is a good photographer. I wouldn't cook diner and wash laundry all the time if he wasn't. (just kidding DJ) The wedding reminded me so much of JONSEY's wedding, where I met Russell (well where I first really had a chance to meet him) so of course I spent the entire night depressed and teary eyed. I wont tell you where and what DJ, R and R were doing, but lets just say it was a long night and my truck - the pearl - racked up nearly 100 miles, in under three hours, that and everyone slept in for hours and hours the next day.

On the Up side DJ, R and I (me) spent the past three days getting the home front up to livable. Two of the 'room mates' are moving out soon, so the house is once more on it's way to becoming a GUY WONDERLAND. The style is very Industrial - Ecliptic - Mod style and I'm fighting as hard as I can for the 'OK' to try and bring even a little sanity, if not grown up style to it. I won't go into all the details, but when I say GUY WONDERLAND, I mean it every sense of the word, two un married men, acting as Houston's version of JAY AND SILENT BOB and living the fun life - and I'm the girl hanging out in this world, which can be tough - simply because the rent is well with in my soon to be hopeful budget.

Oh an on the last note, since it seems I'm posting again.
R - is a Guy
RB - is a cool Chick
and when they are put together as
R&R - you get them :]
and of course DJ and Donovan are the same dude
Jonseys - best friend

and if any more come up I'll refresh.

Whatever Tomorrow Brings, Spiral Out and Wave On....

Cheers Darlings'