My Mick Jagger

Kesha describes her perfect guy as Mick Jagger, even though he's a dinosaur now I'm sure he had it going on in his day. It could be his big lips or attitude, whatever it is, Kesha has a thing for him.


 

In his day


So as I set off on this journey I realised I had to figure out what my equivalent to her Mick Jagger would be. My previous relationships were nowhere near the mark, their egos were bigger then their...well it just didn't work. So after some 'self reflective' time which consisted of me thinking about what a waste of time they were & writing some hate songs I gave up & set off to do what Kesha & I both do best...something crazy.



Dinosaur



And that is how I met my Mick Jagger, by doing something crazy. It was my second night out in the motherless city & he was standing there looking like nothing I had ever thought of wanting but I couldn't help but need to know more. With the booze providing the confidence & the thought of what Kesha would do pushing me to make the move, we sparked up a conversation that was mainly a bunch slurs. It was sealed with a kiss & the exchange of numbers. The rest has been a rollercoaster ride & I don't want to get off just yet. Before this project my Mick Jagger would of been a reliable & normal guy. Well now he's completely unpredictable, up & down, filled with life & someone that will run wild with me...oh & he wears leather too, bonus.

Keshafied...when we got FEZtive

I should of started this blog about 7 months ago when I started the transformation from a shy writer to an outrageous celebrity. But as I explored her I realised she prefers to live a little before doing things that 'should be done'. So that's exactly what I did. After almost losing a toe, getting kicked out of far too many places, waking up in the middle of many nowheres & scribbling a few songs I have decided to start documenting a little bit of me becoming Kesha. It's been, well, interesting.

Two nights ago (I have only recovered enough now to talk about it and remember it) I decided to have a full blown Kesha night.I got my craziest friend, Pia, to come on this adventure with me. Dressed for the part, we embarked on what was about to be one hell of a rowdy night. A normal night for me would still be a bit crazy, but I would be too shy to talk to people I didn't know or do anything out of the ordinary. Well, I definitely let that side of me go. Hip flask in my boot, lumo paint in my handbag, a dollar sign on my back & glitter on my eyes the only thing that was stopping us was the rising sun.

We decided to go somewhere I had never been before & somewhere that was rather classy so our craziness would be noticed...so this lead us to Fez. We caught a party bus, well a normal bus that we made a party, which was fulled with many others like us all with similar goals for the night. Sipping on booze from a bottle & singing any song we could think as loudly as we could, it was a good beginning. When we arrived we cut the line & convinced the bouncer we were on the guest list & scored VIP. Shots were flowing and next thing we were on the dancefloor. Then we stole a reserved table where I threw the reserved sign into the crowd and also stole a few roles of toilet paper, not sure where that ended up. After causing enough havoc we decided we should be somewhere else's problem so we went to assembly. There is no photographic evidence of this part of the night but if my memory serves me right that's probably a good thing. Next thing I remember, I woke up still in my party outfit with a horrific hang over & an extreme craving for junk food. Many more of these Kesha nights are in the making. An album is attatched of what we managed to photograph, & to think as my normal self I am camera shy. Enjoy.