Fishing without Enthusiasm
2001-04-07 - 2:07 p.m.
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Jammed last night. Just cannot keep my hands off of my guitar. It was okay. Met a couple of girls last night. One, there is a serious magnetisim between us, but that may just be the complete attention I get from her, and not because of her personality. It still could be a mis-match. The other I was just fuckin' around, going through the motions, and did really well, but felt like a fisherman unintentionally catching a fish that he really didn't want. Definite mis-match. Thing about me is that I have time to talk to anyone, as I never want anybody to think I am too stuck on myself to give them some of my time, and it makes me feel good to make others smile. I could give a fuck less if I find a girlfriend, or hook up again. I am happy. It would be cool, but there are too many takers in a give and take process. I still go through the motions. Habit, I guess. But I don't care. Cool girls seem impossible to find. Why is that? On another note, my dreams were all concerning pot and acid. I classify those as happy dreams. Should go browbeat stangers today, until I have a cache' of illicit substances. Yeah, always drugs to fall back on. Gotta' go.
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