anything worth doing
is worth getting hurt for
it's not what you think though.
don't even attempt, to try. to guess.
i'm still voraciously and furiously devouring all my books, at an alarming rate. it's... better. different. but better.
...since the last post, i've only picked up a guitar once. once. it's sad. i was and still am completely serious about it, it's just a matter of procrastination. and my eternally self-defeating attitude.
same reason why i don't blog as much as i used to. i get a really good idea in my head, and then... then it just falls flat. i get all these excuses in the back of my head; its already been said before, and better, by someone else, or god knows what else.
my brain is consistently working against me.
i've made no mistakes
i'm never learning from that
i got no regrets
i wanna do it again
do it A - G - A- I - N
postscript... i've been thinking lately.... i really, really miss careening down backroads of southern oregon in a blood red late fifties buick super.... i've been listening to all this rockabilly lately, this raw, sexy, pure rock and roll music.. and it really evokes that sort of passion in me.. it's innocent, yet it's dirty, it's sexy..
i'm so not a car person, either. but i miss that buick super. and everything it represented.