1. The-Dream has released the album of the year so far in "Love Vs. Money". This is not open for debate. I'm actually thinking about doing a song for song acoustic tribute to this record...if you know any musicians who share my affinity for dirty ass R&B, please let me meet them!
2. I need to stop being so self-obsessed and negative. My point of view isn't the only one that matters; I've used the mememe approach as a defense mechanism since I got sober, and for a while there was actually reasoning behind it, but I'm too in the clear now to go on pretending that I'm on an island. However, I can't go too far out, because from what I hear they're still producing liquor, and don't intend to stop anytime soon.
3. I'm awesome. I need to believe myself more when I say that. More people also need to understand this.
4. This will shake the world:
5. People are infinitely complex. They deserve way more credit for this than I sometimes give them. Not everything needs to be broken down and categorized in order to be understood. In fact, some things can't be.
6. I need to meet more new people, which is hard in such a small town. I know there's folks in this world just like me, but I don't know them yet.
7. Internal editing is a good thing.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Marital Bliss without the Marital.
Cleaning the house, making food and good sweet tea, sitting around the kitchen table talking...this is what I always imagined the perfect life would consist of. Or at least a close approximation. Never thought it'd be on State St. (and until recently in my life didn't know what State St. was), but that's just the way the damn thing snakes around on you.
I need to get a stand-alone record player, so I don't need to worry about also getting a tuner or speakers to listen to my albums. This will happen very, very soon. Dusty is calling from her plastic sheath, "Let me serenade you!"...and how can you refuse Dusty? You can't, that's how.
Everything is beautiful, and nothing hurts.
I need to get a stand-alone record player, so I don't need to worry about also getting a tuner or speakers to listen to my albums. This will happen very, very soon. Dusty is calling from her plastic sheath, "Let me serenade you!"...and how can you refuse Dusty? You can't, that's how.
Everything is beautiful, and nothing hurts.
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