SO, epiphanies:
#1 - I have hair like my father
While this is not the worst thing in the world, it is a startling reminder that I USED TO LIVE IN HIS BALLS. That is odd, as are all the other things I can expect to inherit from him.
#2 - The Shins--- NOT AS GOOD AS ADVERTISED
I've tried hard to like you, Shins, and you were perfect for Garden State. But you're not perfect for me, and I found your newest album more annoying than excellent. In fact, I can't find more than three or four songs in your entire canon that I really enjoy, and my favorite wasn't even written by you: it's your cover of We Will Becomes Silhouettes.
#3 - I don't want to write
This one is key, because I'm supposed to be a writer, right? Well, like everything else in life, I get tired of it after a few dedicated months and need to find other things to do for a while to "refill the well" as it were. No doubt that will happen on my stupendous, impending vacation, but how will I deal with this in the upcoming weeks? Let's find out together!!
Didn't go outside today... fuck outside. Listened to music. Wrote about music. Made musical mixtape-type things for people. Wrote about the shack. Read about nuclear build-up and guys who shave with rusty razors. Finished my new crazy wine. Washed my bedding so it doesn't reek of my stale, late-night drool. Made TACOS for dinner, and by tacos I of course mean tortillas filled with ground beef and massive chunks of stale cheese. YUM YUM!
Drink Count: 4
The best advice my father never gave me. Also: THE TRUEST!
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