Yeah, so the boy continues to constantly revitalize my love for music. I really want to play at open mic and impress him, and make him really and truly fall in love with me. That would be so amazing. I'm only posting here because I've been blogging on myspace like a motherfucker, and also the boy won't read this whereas he will read that. Hey hey, bonus. It's my turn to lay it on a bit thick. I can't think of a thing to do. I don't have any money. What can you do without any money? Why is my first thought "bum cigarettes" ... fuck. Well, I'm bored, and I've cycled through all the websites a whole bunch of times. I was considering playing guitar, but I can't measure up to what I've been listening to all night. So I'm gonna hold that thought for a while and just keep bathing in this beautiful sound. Man. I'm gonna check the mail. I'm hungry and malnourished, and I wish I was infinitely rich so I could go to 7-11 and get some junk food cookies and taquitos. Because you have to be infinitely rich for that, don't you know. Hmmmm, I guess that's all I have to say. Quite the empty head today. I really do need to quit with all the bad habits. Hmmmm, tomorrow. That's a scary concept. I'll leave you to think about it.