Your heart felt good, it was dripping pitch and made of wood....

Today I bought an amp. A Crate GTX212. I am in love. Built in effects. Bloody powerful. New. Pretty. Sounds good. What could be better? Sure, it put me back like 600 bucks, but it's music, who gives a damn. And I still have money in the bank. I'm such a perfectionist when it comes to good sound. I can't stand bad-sounding equipment, but I've always had to just put up with it. I can't even get into the music I'm playing when my amp sounds shitty, it makes me want to die. I can't explain how fed up I feel when I can't make equipment do what I want it to do. So I am pleased with my investment. I will get to play with my new baby as soon as I get a guitar here. My dad's is at his jamming place. My strat is at Trevor's. My bullet has a string broken. I broke it at the Ladysmith show. Fuck. I always break strings. Which reminds me, my next investment is to fix up the guitars. I need a new bridge for both. Well, maybe I just need to file down the bridge on the bullet. Whitey needs a new bridge, a new selector switch, a new nut, a fret board clean, and maybe some new knobs (not necessary). I want to get another electric sometime in the future. Maybe a different name, so I can get a different sound. Ok, enough talking about music. I'm sure for some of you readers, that was monotony at its finest.
Tomorrow I don't work. I have to look for another job though. And I have to call some people. And file my taxes. And do all the shit I never have time to do anymore, like clean my room and do my laundry. Tomorrow should be productive. I also may go drop off a present for Catherine's mom. Ok, now I'm just reciting my to-do list. Obviously I came on here for the sole purpose of talking about my new amp, and it has turned into writing shit all. I heard Zep at work today. Fuck yeah.

"The waiting is the hardest part." Watching the minutes spin past and the sun draw lazy circles around the sky. It's an interesting thing; waiting for someone you're not even sure exists. I can see you in the very back of my mind. The picture flipped and distorted. I can't make out your features, I just know you're there. Maybe it's isn't a person after all. Perhaps it's an opportunity; a chance for an easy get-away. I just have so many ties here. Cutting them would be cutting away the layers of friends and family. I would break promises and let others down. Maybe I shouldn't worry about that. Maybe I should just take the hand of whoever's at the door, and not look back. This is for me, after all. I can't keep living for everyone else.


"You've got the harder part, you've got the kinder heart, it's true. I've got the easy part, I've got the harder heart, aint this true."
-Modest Mouse