you know what i wanna do?
never go to work again.
make enough money just playing music to say fuck it to everything else. to travel around aimlessly in a bus (or shit, even a van) with my band playing, playing, and playing some more.
today has involved a lot of talking...it was good....and soothing...and.............healing.
i talked to chad two nites ago, for over an hour and a half. it was his twenty-first birthday, i called to wish him well and he was at work, so he called me back later. it was amazing to talk to him and for us to both act like adults...instead of hurting, bitter little children. it made me feel a lot better...knowing that things can change. and that things don't have to suck forever. i mean...i already knew that of course...but i suppose it's good to see that idea applied to my relation-friendship with chad. he's a lot better now. he's let up on taking every word i say so seriously. which is ... yeah ... good.
i don't know what to say really. there are things i want to say but i don't want to fuck anything up and i don't wanna talk about the rest just yet. it's just too.......fresh. i guess.
i dunno.
band practice is tomorrow. dave's watching the simpsons dvd i got him for christmas. i'm gonna grab the headphones from the car, plug into my pedal, and play bass for a little while. clear my head and go to a different place.
yeah....i guess.
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"say hello before you say goodbye / i should go before you make me cry"
