MC's and too much time on CL.

As anyone should know, I read missed connections and personal ads on Craigslist daily. Pathetic, I know. Guilty pleasure? Very much so.

So I stumbled upon this today.

http://newyork.craigslist.org/mnh/mis/1241693032.html

Someone finally wrote one about me. I've been anxiously awaiting this for ages now.

That is also very, very pathetic.

Buuuuut, this dude is probably mad ghetto and not my steez.

Still flattering nonetheless.

Great Show!

As expected, Little Joy never disappoints.

Fun show, party on stage and a cameo by Regina Spektor.

Lovely night, enjoy kiddies.

This video is shot on bolex, which is one of my favorites.

New Song!

I suck at posting, I'm sorry. No one reads this so it's alright.

Here's the newest song I wrote, credit to DG for inspiration.

I sing, no one knows that, but I do.

I think I might muster the strength to upload a video of me singing this song because I love it so.

But I really never sing for anyone...ever.

Enjoy!

I always say "more writing on the way!" but I'm as inspired as ever (which I also say ever post). Everything fades, I'm really trying here. Writing impromptu stories and all.

Here it goes:

Second String Quarterback 

By: Valerie Sullivan

They say first is the worst,

Second may be the best.

But what if it turns out, I’m just second best

 

You choose those girls before me,

Just ‘cause you’re horny

Coming home to me when you need some attention,

Or some more affection

 

I guess this makes me your second string quarterback

Always benched,

Till you decide its my turn.

I am just sitting,

While you’re the one playing the field.

 

So what do we do now?

I know that you care,

There’s just something that draws you,

To all those girls’ stares

 

They may wear high heels,

And they may be older,

But babe, I’m just me.

And with my feelings I cannot be bolder

 

I guess this makes me your second string quarterback

Always benched,

Till you decide its my turn.

I am just sitting,

While you’re the one playing the field.

 

I guess this makes me your second string quarterback

Always benched,

Till you decide its my turn.

I am just sitting,

While you’re the one playing the field.

 

No touchdowns from me, ‘cause I’m just second string.

But maybe, just maybe

Next season I’ll make it to first.