“I’m talking to you right now, looking out at the ocean, it’s a sunny day, waves are peeling off, my surfboard is in the back of my car… damn, I love it. I’m a songwriter. Pop singer. What a great job.” Chris Isaak

Ahhh. Darn it.

I’ve been struggling all day to write a song. My guitar has been in my hands more times than I can count – which is a good thing – but yet, I still haven’t gotten it together yet.

Cleaned, napped, vacuumed, drank plenty of coffee – still nothing.

I’m deluding myself that I might need a true acoustic guitar “to write songs on”, but that’s a bunch of crap. I never needed one before.

*sigh*

Just not the right time right now I guess.

Also, I’d like to thank all the readers that came to my blog by way of searches for , “My nipples”, “My hairless”, and “prom mullet” which all somehow managed to hit my “About” page – and then someone actually took the time to look at it.

Sorry to disappoint.

LOL