Chaos Digitized

There's this YouTube guy I kind of like watching sometimes... he does one song in the style of a whole bunch of bands or genres. It's pretty badass to watch.  He records every part individually and mixes it and you get to hear your favorite P!nk song as though it were being covered by Metallica, Ozzy, Garth Brooks, Hanson and 3/4 of the cast of Sesame Street (Piggy and Elmo decline to participate because they're too big for their britches-and no, that's not a fat joke). Hearing his work and some of the covers of songs I grew up on (Cry Little Sister from The Lost Boys soundtrack - Performed by Marilyn Manson.... In the Air Tonight by Phil Collins- covered by Nonpoint) makes me think of other songs that I'd like to hear updated - or maybe even do the updating.... Since one of my closest friends/ guitar instructor/ cheerleader/ sounding board/ all sorts of awesome stuff rolled up into one nifty dude-type-package is also my only reader, I hesitate to mention the on...

I'm not talking about my ass. Maybe my ass is heavy, but it isn't why I'm currently feeling weighed down. My left hand is tied to an anchor. And I'm in shark infested waters. With my right foot cut nearly off and bleeding... "That which does not kill you...." You know what? Fuck off with the cliches. I'm trying to make the plan, work the plan, yadda yadda (my phone was just trying to autocorrect yadda to Yoda. Proof that I'm more nerd than Yiddish.) If he fucks this new job too I swear I'm going to cut him. And by "cut him" I mean I'm gonna do absolutely nothing.  Because I have no spine. I'm handing in my resignation sometime in the next few days.  And I'm accepting the new job. Freaking out, man. Seriously... Who wants to help me pack up all my nerdy shit? Hire a truck for me, yo... Maybe there'll be room enough for my emotional baggage in there too. Ha I'd need the whole fleet. Wish me luc...

So... I have a job offer.  I also have another firm interested in me.  And ummmmmm... I got a po box and I'm opening a new bank account to deposit my payroll checks protect my kids. Yikes. I'm freaking out. Lots of heavy shit going on. But that's my life lately. God i'm self centered. Dude... This shit sucks. I mean the job offer thing is pretty effing shiny, but change scares me. I'll get there,  but it's a fucking long road. Who has the keys to hot rod convertible? Road trip? C.D.