i've read every novel, every magazine lying in the house.
i need inspiration, i need to do something.
i can't just sit here all day.
i want to write a song.

i need new strings.
like, now.

when was the last time i completed reading a novel?
a few months back.
when was the last time i wrote a song?
a few months back;
Down By The Broken Treehouse
and it's not even frigging complete.

and where is my fluorescent orange guitar pick?!?!
i bet that lizard is behind this.
the point of it's existence is to make my life miserable,
i just know it.

i'm really annoying, aren't i?
hahahahaha

okay bye everybody.
stay beautiful