I haven't been honest with myself. So I've decided to create a blog in which honesty and uncertainty can coexist, peacefully. There's been much on my mind lately, but I feel like I've been given a shot of morphine straight into the brain. Like I can't think, or write, or play, or create anything worth its weight in pride.
Alot has changed since the days of Xanga. I'm married now, to the love of my life, and the only girl I can stand for more than a weeks time. I make twelve dollars and sixty cents per hour to sit on my ass in front of a screen, clawing at the keyboard and staring at a panel filled with credits and debits and social networking sites. I sit back and watch the embarassingly under-talented live out MY dream; the dream I spent so much time wishing for, and apparently not enough time working towards.
It saddens me that the best musicians in Cincinnati will never play past their bedroom door, but it sickens me to think that I could have done more.
Until next time, when I might have something more interesting to comment on.
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i know what you mean about feeling like you can't think, write, do anything creative. i'm suffering that with my job, and better yet, lacking motivation. i'm glad you have a blog. excited to follow!
ReplyDeleteAlso glad you have a blog. Keep writing. Writing always helps me sort out my thoughts.
ReplyDeletei love you. write more. douche.
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