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Oct. 5th, 2001 06:41 amI just finished reading The Legend of Bagger Vance. It is almost Richard Bach-ish in it's application of golf as a metaphor for perpetual self-progression and many other new-age cliches of optimistic renewal something something self-help through fiction. I want to play golf though. I resparked the mindset for it while I was on vacation...now that the season is almost over. Timing.
na na na na na
na na na
nananana
na na na na na na
my sonoma.
It's out of the body shop. It looks like new again. Beauty. I'm going to miss the cavalier I was driving, because as most of us know...rental cars are the next best thing to race cars. Speed bumps, high speeds, and a car that isn't yours...it's touching, the beauty of it.
I checked out a work-out center with my friend Andy. I want to put on a few pounds and get myself into better shape. Andy is friends with the owner, and he thinks he can get a deal on my membership by signing me up as 'his son'. If it's okay with the owner then it's okay with me.
I've been playing my guitars a lot lately. I found the short in the wiring of my Ibanez, and it sounds better though still not great. I need to restring it and resolder a wire to the pickup selector (whoops). My fingers seem to have a memory of their own sometimes as they entertain my mind with songs forgotten.
It was supposed to rain yesterday evening. I don't know if it did since I slept through to the night. I was looking forward to watching it fall. Just like a rain drop, I was born baby to fall...and scale these prison walls. My brain-radio strikes again...that'll be in my head for hours or until I listen to something else.
Damon called at around 3am and asked if I'd like to hang out tonight and see his and Misty's new house. We'll probably listen to music, play darts, have a few beers, and/or watch a horror flick. I told him about the B.C. Rich I'm getting and now he wants to play again...which means...he wants his amp back for a while, until he gets impatient and quits playing again anyhow. I suppose I'll probably buy another. My Charvel Jackson is one sordid piece of tripe.
[05:31] GrindBastard> whaja?
[05:31] TEMM> nuffin
[05:31] TEMM> got a dentist appointment at 8:30
[05:31] GrindBastard> did you find a teeth donor?
[05:32] TEMM> i killed Highlearn
[05:32] GrindBastard> for his teeth?
[05:32] GrindBastard> good god, man
[05:32] GrindBastard> that'd be like killing me for my liver.
[05:33] GrindBastard> highlearn drinks enough surge to rot the ivory off an elephant
[05:33] TEMM> lol
na na na na na
na na na
nananana
na na na na na na
my sonoma.
It's out of the body shop. It looks like new again. Beauty. I'm going to miss the cavalier I was driving, because as most of us know...rental cars are the next best thing to race cars. Speed bumps, high speeds, and a car that isn't yours...it's touching, the beauty of it.
I checked out a work-out center with my friend Andy. I want to put on a few pounds and get myself into better shape. Andy is friends with the owner, and he thinks he can get a deal on my membership by signing me up as 'his son'. If it's okay with the owner then it's okay with me.
I've been playing my guitars a lot lately. I found the short in the wiring of my Ibanez, and it sounds better though still not great. I need to restring it and resolder a wire to the pickup selector (whoops). My fingers seem to have a memory of their own sometimes as they entertain my mind with songs forgotten.
It was supposed to rain yesterday evening. I don't know if it did since I slept through to the night. I was looking forward to watching it fall. Just like a rain drop, I was born baby to fall...and scale these prison walls. My brain-radio strikes again...that'll be in my head for hours or until I listen to something else.
Damon called at around 3am and asked if I'd like to hang out tonight and see his and Misty's new house. We'll probably listen to music, play darts, have a few beers, and/or watch a horror flick. I told him about the B.C. Rich I'm getting and now he wants to play again...which means...he wants his amp back for a while, until he gets impatient and quits playing again anyhow. I suppose I'll probably buy another. My Charvel Jackson is one sordid piece of tripe.
[05:31] GrindBastard> whaja?
[05:31] TEMM> nuffin
[05:31] TEMM> got a dentist appointment at 8:30
[05:31] GrindBastard> did you find a teeth donor?
[05:32] TEMM> i killed Highlearn
[05:32] GrindBastard> for his teeth?
[05:32] GrindBastard> good god, man
[05:32] GrindBastard> that'd be like killing me for my liver.
[05:33] GrindBastard> highlearn drinks enough surge to rot the ivory off an elephant
[05:33] TEMM> lol