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Benjamin L. Madden (benjaminmadden) wrote,
@ 2003-08-21 15:57:00
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    You know what? I'm gettin' fuckin' tired. I'm gettin' tired of all this shit I been doin'. Don't get me wrong an' all, I love makin' the music I'm makin', I love bein' with the guys an' I love performin', but I'm gettin' sick of the extra packages that come wi' doin' the things I love to do. The interviews, the photoshoots, the fuckin' tourin'.. why the fuck do we need that shit for? Aight, the photoshoots are for the promotions an' shit, but there's really no point to them. Interviews? I'm gettin' sick of that shit. These fuckers ask the same fuckin' questions over an' over, I swear to God I got an answer ready for it all without even fuckin' tryin' to think about it. An' I give the same fuckin' answer to every question. As for the tourin', I don't mind it so much but it sucks out all my fuckin' energy. I don't have enough time to juss chill an' relax. I don't got time to juss sit there an' take a fuckin' breather. Always soundcheck, always practice, always meet n' greet. What the fuck. I don't got privacy anymore either. Seems to me like everywhere I go, there's always someone wantin' to talk, always someone wantin' to take a picture wi' me or someone wantin' an autograph, or someone wantin' me to meet their grandmother's goddaughter's sister's friend's neice or some bull shit like that.

    If it weren't for the fact that I got a wife waitin' at home wi' a kid, I'd be sittin' somewhere in a bar, guzzlin' down twenty Coronas an' JDs before you can even blink. Too bad I took that vow to stop drinkin' though. Fuck,what was I thinkin'? Cigarettes compensate, I guess. They relax me some but it juss ain't the same. Don't do drugs, I won't do that shit. Although some people have told me doin' crank an' some hash would make me chill as fuck. No thanks though.

    I haven't even been able to be with Brody for a full ten minutes before I need to take my ass someplace else. An' Nathan? When was the last time I got to see my boy? Yea, I bet he's prolly walkin' an' talkin' now or somethin' an I haven't been there to see it. That shit's fucked up. They say there are sacrifices are to be made if you wanna do what you wanna do, but I wish the sacrifices weren't so fuckin' monumental.

    I miss my wife. OWEIYTSDLA FUCK FUCK FUCK. Hi Brody.

    You got a way with me.
    Somehow you got me to believe.
    And everything that I could be
    I gotta say you really got a way.
    You got a way it seems
    You gave me faith to find my dreams.
    You'll never notice what that means
    Can't you see, you got a way with me?

    Its in the way you want me
    It's in the way you hold me.
    The way you show me just what love's made of
    It's in the way we make love.

    You've got a way with words
    You kept me smiling even when it hurts
    There's no way to measure what your love is worth
    I can't believe the way you get through to me.

    Oh how I adore you
    Like no one before you
    I love you just the way you are.


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brody_arms
2003-08-23 02:14 (link)
*pout* You do need to come home baby. At least for a day. And soon. I miss you so much. and Nathan is going crazy with you. you should see him, whenever he sees you he makes this cute noise and its sounding kinda like dad. More "da" though. But..yeah...we miss you so much baby.
I love you
Please come home.

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