i worry i might be turning into one. the midget makes fun of me for being too much like one occassionally.
but then i remember that i hate democrats. i hate republicans. i hate the government and i hate the war.
besides, this is true.
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category : teh wurld
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category : music
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i could so fall in love with a guitarist. it would be so easy…because i’m practically rendered helpless after a few skillfully plucked notes. just a puddle of goo…it’s shameful, really.
but i can’t help it…i love guitar, i love it so hard i’m not even gonna try and hide it. i can’t, actually — i tried once.
but the thing is, i don’t want to date a musician (again); because the more i think about it the less i feel like i’m totally lusting after whoever’s playing the instrument of my desire (see also: les claypool, slash & aaron lewis), and more like i’m totally swooning over the guitar itself.
there are, of course, exceptions. jimi hendrix rockin’ out on a 1954 les paul custom is just so orgasmically awesome that i need to take a moment to breathe and savor that…
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yeah…it’s that good.
and we all know i’ll forever have a special place in my heart specifically for gavin rossdale. guitar + guitarist/singer sandwich i would love to be in the middle of (except how do you wash off the gwen stefani?).
those are exceptions.
but no matter how much i love aaron lewis, i don’t get nearly excited over him as i do his guitar. and the numerous bass players that are just too fucking cool for school. some of those mofos are sad sacks of ugly — with talent of the gods! — yet i love them anyway. but more and more, i love their guitars more than them. if that makes sense.
there’s not quite anything that gets me all breathless & excited like walking into guitar center and gently plucking a finely-tuned 12-string. or fingering a killer bass. acoustic, electric…they all have a special place in my heart…and i want them.
i want them so bad.
so much more than i want anyone who plays them.
and while musican’s are nice…or rather, guitarists. and there’s something to be said about the strong hands one gets from endlessly playing chords & such (ahem)…none of that is as exciting to me as the guitar.
the smooth neck, the frets, the taut strings, pickups & finish.
i want it.
i want it now.
(and i still want to learn to actually play something other than the random noises i make, but i also kind of feel like that could be a little too…intimate?)
or really, what i should do is stop going to guitar center’s website.
maybe.
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category : daily grind, glee
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some days, everything sucks and then it just sucks harder the next day. some days, the hours drag by like roadkill half smeared on the asphalt & still twitching. some days, the whole gang goes out for drinks & fancy dinner & more drinks and it is awesome.
i can honestly say i love hanging out with my coworkers. isn’t that fucking weird? if i think about it, it’s fucking weird…but when i’m doing it it feels fine cuz they’re all genuinely awesomely nice people. and we have fun, and we drink a shit ton.
i wasn’t even expecting it last night (sorry, boy!) but a dude came down from the chicago office for the week and we had a lil send off for him. even with our drunken carousing, though, we’re pretty chill.
also, chicago co-worker’s middle name is elrond. like, the motherfucking elf king! BWAH AHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!! omg, i love it! although his older brother’s middle name is gandalf so they obviously loved him more. hee!!!
i may never get over this.
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