3:29 p.m. x 2004-03-11
once i kind of wanted to play the cello.
i eyed it from across the room and thought a little bit about it. but i never picked up the bow.
so then this other individual started laying into the cello quite heavily. i backed off, and i really didn't like her or the cello when they were together. at all, almost.
and then a third party decided she's going to take up the cello, allegedly. even though she is already happily committed to playing the keyboard. and second party gets mad. and you know what?
a cello is a pitifully dumb thing to fight over, so let it go play with itself.
if you know what i mean.
if anybody should ask i'm going to a seminar
pieces of the moon
sensitive heart, you're doomed from the start