I’m on a mission.  Mostly to do things I wouldn’t normally.  You see, though I’m really honest here, in the non-internet/cloud world I try to fit in and refrain from boat rocking for the most part.  Thoughts stay in my head if I’m in control, and had enough sleep (or not if I’m in the car alone).  I’m now seeking a middle ground.  If I find someone attractive, I’ll tell them.  If I want to go up to a stranger and strike up a conversation about their belt buckle because I’m shocked that their able to walk around with the weight, well then I will.  And what better place to kick it into high gear than tonight at a Willie Nelson concert!

I’ve been debating on what to wear all day.  A t-shirt with another band’s graphic? A cowboy hat?  Jeans, cut offs, shorts, tank top… the list goes on.  You may be wondering why I’m even wasting my time because, who gives a fuck what you wear, no one cares, right?!  Wrong.  I do.  So I’m walking over to Urban Outfitters now to buy a way over priced Dolly Parton t-shirt because it’s fucking awesome and quite possibly the most perfect thing to wear to a Willie Nelson show.  HA!

 

13 days folks.