i should post more

I rushed away from the guy I like to come home, eat chicken fingers, and watch Season 3 of House on DVD. I am a strange creature. I really like solitude a lot of the time, I suppose.

I had to take my guitar to get repaired last week. I miss it. Hopefully I'll get a call about it tomorrow (I was told that my guitar would be ready by the middle of the week). I still have the acoustic to get me by, but I really need both at all times.

I realize now that I have less to say than I thought.

"I just kinda died for you...you just kinda stared at me."

Sorry, random Foo Fighters lyric that has been in my head all day.

I'll leave it at that.