February 2012
3 posts
I have a dream sometimes
It’s not a bad one, per se, it just makes me nostalgic for the past.
I’m sitting on my old, strange, Jetsons-styled couch with my ex, talking about our lives, past and present, strange, introspective things, different every time. Sometimes these things are so vague and metaphorical, they sound like nonsense. At a lull in the conversation, she suddenly gets up and leaves the room.
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SUMMARY OF MY NIGHT
-Buy bass guitar -Go home -Plug it in -Strum around like a retard -Attempt to find songs to practice -Strum around like a retard some more -Smoke a cigarette -More retard strumming -Attempt the most complex song I can find -Crash and burn miserably -Start a beer -Find a less complex song -Attempt practicing -Achieve moderate success -Finish a beer -Smoke a cigarette -Practice simpler song more...
First post in a long time.
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