I play music. I don't fuck about.
I met some musicians tonight. I can tell they lack a bit of knowledge, but I need some if I am going to play music. I took a number and arranged to meet later in the week to see about playing some music and getting some gigs.
I deleted the number. Chicks like musicians, but they do not want to be seriously involved with a musician. I am not prepared to sacrifice what I have. If I have to cut the tips of my fingers off, and never play a note again, I will, in order to keep what I have. I have learned what makes me happy in life, and what makes me feel good about myself.
I have not written this well. There are no language quirks to emphasise my point, but please take this literally, and see how important this is to me.
Monday, May 12, 2008
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Okay, I was inebriated. Ahem.
I do not blame you for covering it up; it boils down to your pesky Y chromosomal strand.
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