I am writing this due to a current bout of general frustration welling inside me currently. The succession of random letters seemed to encapsulate that.
I want to do something, but it's late and I need to go to bed soon. I was going to work on a new Ego and the Ids song, but the file is on my hard drive, and that means getting up. I was going to write something constructive, but I guess the overall frustration won out and I just needed to blurt a bunch of stuff out and hope it calms me down.
What else is going on? I'm listening to Jimi Hendrix at the moment. That's getting me going. Oh god I want to jam and just thrash about and hit stuff. Typical primal stuff. Who wants to start a hardcore punk band 80s style? Oh, also I think there's a market for a dark-edged electronic guitar group with a sex-vixen singer Garbage style. In need of one female with sex-appeal to the high mountains - preferably with a daddy complex or other issue that needs to be resolved by song.
How was your day? Hope that thing went well and whatshisface is staying out of your shit. We'll have to catch-up about it all over coffee, or a beer, or some form of healthy juice, or heroin, or whatever it is you're into these days.
On a related note I feel like I don't get to just hang with people I want to hang with. There's either an event where attentions get divided or it's business and so discussions are mainly related to that. Of course, there are only a small handful of people that I will go out of my way to hang with. Actually, is it strange that I could probably live without people if push came to shove? And why am I asking you (whoever you are, I'm sure there's only about 5 people who read my blog, which is a liberal estimation, there's only one person who I actually know reads my blog at least occasionally - which is about as often as I post anyway, although I do try and make it interesting in some way - so that person can safely assume that I'm pretty much writing this blog only expecting them to read it - this is a really long bracket).
So, have a good time at your shit, whatever that may be.
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