I've taken to scrawling my thoughts down on bits of paper and sticking them to the side of my wardrobe with the time of the thought above it. For example, there is one in which I claim that the Dirty Projecters are the audio-equivalent of an anti-depressant. (11:34am)
And that's why my blog is so empty recently.
I'm learning all too early and all too late in that predictable dribble of realisation that we all experience, it's difficult to know just who you really can "trust".
But come now, nothing good ever came of cliches!
I feel like I've lost a lot of people. Left them behind, or they've run ahead clicking their animated heels like Chuck Jones characters and kicking the ground under their feet...
WOW I NEED TO STOP WHINING NOW
How was that for a comeback? Ha!