I am so utterly sick of writing. Heh. Made an attempt at poetry last night. It didn't go well. Actually, I had to resist the urge to burn all of my past stuff.
Thankfully, I had a moment of brief rationality and didn't.
Where was the rationality when I started writing in the first place? Ugh. Hey, so I'm my own worst critic, but honestly it's so......mediocre. It's not bad, but certainly isn't what it should be. Paging through it all reminds me of one incredibly broken record. Saying the same thing, umpteen different ways.
Oh well. I'll just go reread the one or two that I'm actually really proud of and shut the fuck up.
Anyway.
I've discovered the joys of Internet radio these past couple of days. Oh the things I have been missing. It's cool being able to listen to a radio that basically plays whatever I want it to and without commercials. How I do loathe commercials. It ruins the flow of the dark, depressing music. I mean, who wants to hear about new deals at the local Ford dealership or some obscure concert by a band that sucks right after an ultra serious suicide song or something?
Not me.
That's actually one of the main reasons I stopped listening to the regular radio on my stereo. Instead, I just burn kick ass mixes all the while telling myself that someday I'll get the artists CDs.
Fuck. I've lost my ambition to continue. My thoughts are boring anyway. Maybe something of interest will inspire me tomorrow.
But don't hold your breath.
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