Hey monkeys

I've just been in a fucking weird mood for a few days.

Everything is new and I'm really nervous.

My mind is full of possibilities. I blame tarot cards. They told me I might have a relationship coming my way, so then I got all up in a tizzy about it and have been thinking about it nonstop.

I have other shit to worry about, I just can't stop imagining myself romantically entangled, which is causing me to be incredibly self-conscious. Which in turn makes me feel like I'm trapped in a pattern of thoughts and there's nothing I hate more than being trapped.

Damn it, Amy! I just need to calm down.

I'm into desperate and needy.

Call me crazy or call me Amy. Don't know if it makes any difference.

Myself is a different thing every other day.

And sometimes myself is pretty needy and chicks don't seem to be into that.

I'm just making it harder on myself because somewhere deep down I still don't think I deserve to be happy.

Surfacing insecurities! That's the first damn step!

Next comes acting a fool.

I'll tell you how that goes.

It's because my advice about this doesn't seem to fly.

I would say just be your goddamned self and stop trying to sweep thingies off their feet. Which, basically means I agree with my Tommy, because that's how he stole me from a 6 foot 3 gigantic Terminator dude.

But, again, I seem to not speak for most of my gender, as I've been told.

Why not give me advice, then, my dear?

"It looks like somebody IS the ladies"

If you want advice on the ladies, why don't you ask the ladies???

Wanna give me advice on how to deal with ladies?

There's this chick...and I'm kind of into her. I seem to have it in my head that I have to plan this perfect romantic moment to sweep her off her feet, but Tom told me to just be straight up with her.

The rational side of my brain picks the whole thing apart and I feel like I'm on a time limit. Like I have to make a move quick or else lose my chance.

The answer I come up with when I'm confused on how to act is usually to do nothing and wait until the answer is apparent, but as I said, I feel like there's some looming time frame that things have to be done in.

Part of me wants to say fuck it and ignore the whole thing. I'll be better without the stress, but another part is itching for excitement.

I'm all fucking confused.

We're trying to get Taco Bell to use one of ours in an ad or something.

You can find the music video on YouTube if you are so inclined. I don't post links because my phone doesn't like to cooperate with copying them.

You should absolutely read Sandman. It's fucking epic.

I wrote a song about food once...I don't think I've ever written a song about an animal.