Sorry about the pathetic rambling, sometimes heartache takes all the sense out of a person… *Sigh*
by krisis
thoughts
*sigh* … it’s a shame that i was so interested in hiding my private life from my friends at the time, because i’d love to go back and reread my first kiss with Selina. But, it’s not there. Not a single word. This is as close as it gets. Damned friends,… and so much for not jinxing it.
Damnit, i want to be a Tenor. I spent all this time assuming that any notes far outside of first position on a guitar were useless, but the more and more i expand my taste in indy rock the more i realize you can make use of a high male voice in rock and roll without it just being a gimmick, and that i’m woefully stuck as a Baritone and should probably start retuning my guitar accordingly to make better use of my range.
This thought inspired by Jimmy Eat World’s Clarity, which hits notes i can’t even reach in falsetto.
Erm, if this is 90210 and i want to stay a virgin for a long time, does that make me Tori Spelling? And, didn’t she eventually lose it to someone before the run of the show was over? Also, did Tori Spelling ever hook up with Jenny Garth, because… um… well, i suppose that’d depend who the Jenny Garth of my life is. Hopefully they won’t have chipmunk teeth like she does…
If i didn’t enjoy airing every joy, loss, and tear so much with you all, i might fall in love with So There, a seemingly anonymous collection of letters never sent with one added once every day. Of course, by writing those letters on here sometimes they effectively “get sent” in one fashion or another, which is probably why giving So There a piece of me is a little scary … it would really be admitting that i’d never get sent. [link via Meg, who i adore]