Three day weekends are the cat's meow. 
Know what isn't? Insomnia. I laid awake the other night, ended up on Craig's list and impulse bought yet another guitar. I already have the exact same one. Just the color is different. The owner has never changed the strings. He's had it for 10 years. I can see the tarnish on the G. I don't think I'll change the strings either. For that posterity guy, again.
Not too motivated to play the thing today. In all honesty, I want to go see live local bands. It's Friday night. They are out a' giggin'. But I don't want to ask any of my friends. I want to meet someone new who doesn't work with me. I need a platonic date. At least I think I do. I'm a big boy, why can't I go by myself? Because I'm afraid of looking all out of place and like a loser. Just like how I didn't write in my little notepad Christmas present today because a friend was sitting next to me. I was supposed to write down three things that make me happy. With him looking over my shoulder, was I really so anxious about peer pressure and what he might think about Cobalt? Yes, the color cobalt makes me happy. That is one. Calligraphy. I like calligraphy, it's easy grace and sensual presence, stark contrast of black, elegant ink on eggshell paper. Calligraphy is art. I wonder I could learn calligraphy?
Last today for the three things I like per day: Antiheroes. Usually cooler than your average hero. The best ones are heroes who weren't heroes to begin with. Extra points for being a very reluctant or unstable hero, too.
Antiheroes.
Know what isn't? Insomnia. I laid awake the other night, ended up on Craig's list and impulse bought yet another guitar. I already have the exact same one. Just the color is different. The owner has never changed the strings. He's had it for 10 years. I can see the tarnish on the G. I don't think I'll change the strings either. For that posterity guy, again.
Not too motivated to play the thing today. In all honesty, I want to go see live local bands. It's Friday night. They are out a' giggin'. But I don't want to ask any of my friends. I want to meet someone new who doesn't work with me. I need a platonic date. At least I think I do. I'm a big boy, why can't I go by myself? Because I'm afraid of looking all out of place and like a loser. Just like how I didn't write in my little notepad Christmas present today because a friend was sitting next to me. I was supposed to write down three things that make me happy. With him looking over my shoulder, was I really so anxious about peer pressure and what he might think about Cobalt? Yes, the color cobalt makes me happy. That is one. Calligraphy. I like calligraphy, it's easy grace and sensual presence, stark contrast of black, elegant ink on eggshell paper. Calligraphy is art. I wonder I could learn calligraphy?
Last today for the three things I like per day: Antiheroes. Usually cooler than your average hero. The best ones are heroes who weren't heroes to begin with. Extra points for being a very reluctant or unstable hero, too.
Antiheroes.