gurov

Gloating, floating along this silly stream of misconcieved notions, while looking ahead to a bright, bright, bright sun shinny day.
I think I can make it now, the rain has...
Dripping thoughts of longing dreams, taunt and tease me while I sleep. If I sleep.
Anyway.

I think award ceromonies are for chumps...but free dinners after such a ceremony--well, that's brilliant.

If you wind the strings too tight, the instrument will not only play poorly, you will bend it enough, that it will never play properly... even if the stings aren't too tight.

I'm going to double post this shit, because that's just the way it is.