Today is my birthday. I am 31. I almost puked when I was typing that.
Anyway, one of my favorite bands is a band called The Winter Sounds. My husband arranged for them (and some guys from Tereu Tereu) to sing Happy Birthday to me!!!! Check it out!
I have watched it over and over again and its just plain weird. Don’t get me wrong…. I love it. Its just strange that they are talking to me!
The actual birthday celebration happened last Saturday night at The Ultimate Sports Bar, where my husbands band was playing for the “Gotzi Gala / Sight For Sierra Fundraiser / April’s Birthday Party” event. When I went to order a drink, Wendy the bartender told me she was under strict orders to get me extremely drunk. Since I had no choice but to listen (wink), I indeed became so drunk that by the time I got home, I ran through the front door and puked in the toilet. Hey, at least it wasn’t on the floor!
You should check out the Sight for Sierra website. Sierra is almost a year old and has brain damage. Her parents are hoping to raise enough money for stem cell treatments so that Sierra might some day be able to walk, talk, and see. [ make a donation ]
It prompted me to write this poem during the wee hours of this day that just wont end:
Instant Approval My Ass (by April aka CraftZombie)
Little plastic piece of shit
I’m never good enough
Without your yes
I can’t get by
This life is much too rough
I typed it in
I lied and lied
Those numbers I did inflate
I said I did
When in fact I didn’t
The truth I did not state
I’ll say what I have to
Just to keep the lights on
Just to make sure my car will go
I seek your approval more than anything
You’re so ugly when you say no
Those failed attempts
But I still press on
One of them has got to give
They think its for fun
But they just don’t see
It’s really so I can live
You’ve said yes to so many
But they never cared
It all went to frivolous things
And here I stand
So much in need
Your contempt is what really stings
I’ve tried and tried
Its always no
I don’t know where to go from here
Rob a bank
Steal a purse
I wish I could charge more beer
Charge some smokes
Some Diet Cokes
A phone bill along the way
Insurance is due
Car payment too
It ain’t gonna happen today
Little plastic piece of shit
To the rescue another time
I’m sure I’ll submit for your approval again
I’ll feed you another line.
I probably could have gone on forever with this poem. I’ll spare you.
