my creativity has hit the wall at 65 miles an hour.
boom. bam. whatever.
I've never been on lithium. never. but one of the things i've heard about it is that it completely stifles all of your creative being. you don't feel like reading, writing, playing guitar, skateboarding. nothing. you just feel like sitting there. well, i think i've got a natural taste of it. i don't understand. a lot of times i'll sit there in a coffee shop with my laptop and try and write a story or lyrics, or anything. just get something on a page. then i drink so much coffee that i've energized myself past my own imagination. not that i'm really deep or anything because i'm not. i'm not the type who writes poems or spoken word, or keeps a leatherbound composition book or anything. no... i write songs about getting a bee in your car, or songs about meat, or songs about falling off your bike. then i record them and never play them again.
by the way, to all the ladies with the betty page haircut. that's so original. nobody has ever had that cut, ever.
i'm turning 28 this week. perhaps you can buy me a new sweater so that i can be responsible. i used to have a sweater that i called "the responsibility sweater" because at 24 it made me look like i was 30. not that i didn't already look 30 when i was 24.
i run in my neighborhood in the mornings. often, i'm running into the direction of the sun so i close my eyes. people drive down the street and see some maniac running with his eyes closed. still, that's better than people who run with sticks or golf clubs because they're afraid of being jumped. maybe tomorrow i'll run with something impractical, like a lawnmower or a garbage can. maybe a stereo so people will call the cops because they think i'm a thief. when i get stopped, i'll just tell the police "well, this is my stereo. but that lady over there stole my golf club."
the other morning, i was sitting in a hotel room with mac, joe, brennan, matt walsh, daniel, and danny moore. we were watching duke play in whatever round they were in before they got beat by lsu. we were talking about Fun Fair Park. somehow we got onto the topic of "Fun Unfair Park", which would probably be anything but fun. it would cost the person in front of you $5, and then it would cost you $10. when you complained, they'd just say "Life's not fair, kid. Welcome to Fun UNFAIR Park". then as you walked from ride to ride, people would sporadically punch you in the stomach.
anyways. i'm out. i'm going to work on that song i was writing about a bee getting in the car while you're driving.
