The Android's Conundrum

I am Chimp-Shit Bitch-Kittens Crazy. Everything below is and isn't me. I’m an enigma wrapped in a riddle, wrapped in a sweater vest. Welcome to The Mental Supply Store. Things that make life worth living: music, my awesome kid and dog (who both manage on a daily basis to supply me with endless hilarity to blog about), fruit snacks, cupcakes, Diet Coke, cherry sours, lists, politics, California girls, concerts, road trips, randomness, Christie, books, nerds, writing, my guitars, Brenna, art, movies, best friends, and crazy people. This has turned into a personal ad so I should state that I do not enjoy long walks on the beach or spooning and I am a sensitive asshole. I never finish what I start. I have four incomplete novels and a half eaten cookie to prove it. Feel free to ask me questions but don't hold your breath, I have zero follow through and I can't cook.

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February 11, 2010

I woke up this morning and couldn’t move my fingers.

I do believe I may be nearing the “too old to play guitar” stage of my life.

Last night I played for about 3 hours and now I can hardly move my fingers. Driving hurts. What the hell? Bah. I DON’T WANT TO DIE!

1 year ago • Notes