New Week, New Day, It's Beautiful Outside, Yet I'm BLAH.

Hmm, What to say. Tired. Exhausted. Drained. Hating my brain. YES. all the above. It's weird how people really just make themselves worried and crazy and make their heart and mind feel a certain way. YES. That's true and that sentence structure was terrible as well. I admit it. =). Hopefully this week is not "Frustrations of the mind" week. Because honestly that would suck more than 3 girls on a man's penis. OH and please don't MIND the sexual references. 

Anyway, you know what's pretty funny... the fact that when i speak it's like poetry. It's very weird. In my opinion. But then again everything is weird to me. J.A.M=Socially Awkward. That is my theory and i'm sticking to it like fly to fly paper. Cliche? maybe. Another pointless blog entry? probably. A man trying to rediscover the meaning of life and love meanwhile trying to pursue a career in the treacherous music business that is bound to break his heart like other endeavors of life. Accurate FOR SURE. I'm done. Too scattered. 

~Jam Out~

P.S. What i couldn't put in the "One Chance part 2 first verse"

(it's a left over, hot but doesn't fit! Don't steal the trix line you bastards)

"You took a man from the slums and helped make me

but if you wanted to be the one, how could you break the,

thing we worked so hard o establish

acting childish playing trix like i'm some silly rabbit

vanish while i was just trying to give you carrots

the necessities of a real and true marriage

but your too embarrassed and scared to end up like our parents

so our situation you can't manage, after i thought you accepted the challenge,

no balance, yet i still yearn, for you, i learned, from you

that anything can happen

negative or positive, no matter the amount of your passion"