March 5th, 2006


(no subject)

I am decidedly shoshed, perhaps to the gills if I were amphibious. Bacardi 151 is a happy thing, and flammable!

I am listening to tunes that I have saved on my hard drive, which I really haven't done since I was in the Gulag. It feels good. It's been a long time since I was deep into music, and it's something I miss.

Something that I envy about musicians is the shortcut between music and emotions. I get it. I understand the link, I just don't have the connection between my own emotions and being able to move them onto a keyboard or any other instrument. I wish I did, it would probably help me understand myself better.

Or you know, maybe it's all just bullshit, and really simple.

Hell, if I had answers, I'd have an advice column.