it's the time/of the season for....
i'm effin' tired. i still manage to stay up late and accomplish nothing for my apartment which looks like a tornado went through it.
it's strange walking outside with a jacket but i'm not complaining. i got home at a decent hour this evening, read a book, played guitar...it reminded me of when i had quite a bit of time on my hands. i could obsess about music, taking care of myself, driving to far places and all that stuff. i also thought "hey, if i came home more often i could be a better guitar player..." meh.
rain is the best. let that shit pour. it sexies (sp?) everything up, makes me lazy and all sorts of good things.
i will play music by the summer, dammit. i miss being in a band.
i'll also have this apartment cleaned by the end of april. let's be realistic for once.
it's strange walking outside with a jacket but i'm not complaining. i got home at a decent hour this evening, read a book, played guitar...it reminded me of when i had quite a bit of time on my hands. i could obsess about music, taking care of myself, driving to far places and all that stuff. i also thought "hey, if i came home more often i could be a better guitar player..." meh.
rain is the best. let that shit pour. it sexies (sp?) everything up, makes me lazy and all sorts of good things.
i will play music by the summer, dammit. i miss being in a band.
i'll also have this apartment cleaned by the end of april. let's be realistic for once.