Now Playing: New Blink 182 album
Now Reading: lost boy, lost girl - Peter Straub
My guiltiest pleasure which isn't really a guilty pleasure is my Blink 182 cd collection. I've always had the attitude that life sucks, if you find something that makes you happy without fucking someone over in the process, do it and fucking love it with no regrets. So, there's that. Don't give me any shit.
I'm slowing my reading down a lot so I can take more time to "savour" my books. I have the free time and ambition to read 3 or 4 a week, but now I'm down to one a week. I like it better. I bet I wouldn't have enjoyed American Gods as much if I had burned through it.
I talked to one of my favorite people on the planet tonight and it was nice to hear her voice. She asked me if I was happy and I said no.
When I think of happy, I think of satisfaction. I guess I take a lot of satisfaction in the music I write, the job I do, the friends I keep, the girl I snuggle, but I'm not satisfied. I always want more.
Sure, I like what's going on around me. It's good. I have a lot going for me. I'm tall. I have bitchin sideburns. Nice pants. Good taste in guitar strings. A almost sick knowledge of food products on sale at what grocery store at any given time. Good cell phone ring tones. A gentle nature. A Kool Aid man belt buckle. A desire to never stop being educated. And I hug a lot.
I still want more. There's nothing wrong with that. I just want to have a good time doing what I do. I also want to give Robert Smith a hug someday and just say thanks for sticking with it. I want to ride on a pirate ship. I want to own a castle. I want to have every recorded piece of music my heart desires. I want to have a guitar with my name on it pointing up at my head. I want the ability to fix a flat in less than 3 minutes. I want a dog named Einstein.
I also want to be able to focus my thought into one project at a time. This sounds arrogant, but I'm too good at too many things. It's hard to focus on one thing. Once a bug bites me, I can't stop. then, if while that bite is still there, I get bitten again, I'm off.
Everyone hug.
Now Reading: lost boy, lost girl - Peter Straub
My guiltiest pleasure which isn't really a guilty pleasure is my Blink 182 cd collection. I've always had the attitude that life sucks, if you find something that makes you happy without fucking someone over in the process, do it and fucking love it with no regrets. So, there's that. Don't give me any shit.
I'm slowing my reading down a lot so I can take more time to "savour" my books. I have the free time and ambition to read 3 or 4 a week, but now I'm down to one a week. I like it better. I bet I wouldn't have enjoyed American Gods as much if I had burned through it.
I talked to one of my favorite people on the planet tonight and it was nice to hear her voice. She asked me if I was happy and I said no.
When I think of happy, I think of satisfaction. I guess I take a lot of satisfaction in the music I write, the job I do, the friends I keep, the girl I snuggle, but I'm not satisfied. I always want more.
Sure, I like what's going on around me. It's good. I have a lot going for me. I'm tall. I have bitchin sideburns. Nice pants. Good taste in guitar strings. A almost sick knowledge of food products on sale at what grocery store at any given time. Good cell phone ring tones. A gentle nature. A Kool Aid man belt buckle. A desire to never stop being educated. And I hug a lot.
I still want more. There's nothing wrong with that. I just want to have a good time doing what I do. I also want to give Robert Smith a hug someday and just say thanks for sticking with it. I want to ride on a pirate ship. I want to own a castle. I want to have every recorded piece of music my heart desires. I want to have a guitar with my name on it pointing up at my head. I want the ability to fix a flat in less than 3 minutes. I want a dog named Einstein.
I also want to be able to focus my thought into one project at a time. This sounds arrogant, but I'm too good at too many things. It's hard to focus on one thing. Once a bug bites me, I can't stop. then, if while that bite is still there, I get bitten again, I'm off.
Everyone hug.