It's odd to not come in here lately and not be working on the new CD. Well, the sleeve art has to be done and all, but the music is all finished, all mixed down, all ready to go. There for a while I was in here a lot working heavily on the songs, and now it's all over. But that's fine. I can take one of those extended breaks from creating music again until the urge hits.

It was all a fast burst of creativity this time around. The last album took me 3 years, mainly due to laziness, and somewhat due to writer's block. This time, I couldn't stop writing at all. Funny how that happens. I think it's better than the last album easily. It's different, too, which I think is nice. It's best to keep things interesting and not crank out the same shit over and over.

Was my neighbor fucking this morning? This guy's always banging around haplessly in general...you should see how violently my ceiling fan light shakes at times...but there seemed to be a bit of rhythmic bed creaking today. Granted, it sounded like the approximation of only three mattress/bed frame bounces, but sometimes that's all one needs. You just can't be sure, you know? At least when there's no moaning or anything to go with it. As I said, the guy's always a bit noisy (even when he's vacuuming it sounds like he's plowing into every piece of furniture and corner he can smash his cleaner into), so it's hard to tell.

On another sex note, last night I watched that icky Taxicab Confessions on HBO 2 last night. Look kids, this is reality TV. It'll make you completely hate sex and humanity after watching it, and you'll want to take a bath to wash it all away. I'm no prude, but damn...sex may be more depressing than anything else in this world if the underside of it is all as seamy as this show makes it out to be. Not even the skankiest porn flick is as distrubing as the shit that gets revealed on this show at times. Of course, you can't help but laugh at the people on the show, but more out of uneasiness than anything else. Creepy.

As someone who takes writing seriously, I always thought I was pretty decent at my trade. However, after a perusal through one of my old high school/college notebooks filled with old song lyrics, I felt rather queasy. Hilarious shit. All I can say is what the fuck was I thinking? I think my songs from back then were just more therapy (and I don't mean that in the darker sense of the term) for dealing with girl frustration than anything else.

We writers often tend to think we know a lot, when in fact I'd say you don't know shit till you've had at least 5 years to go back and look at what you thought you did know at the time. Experience does weigh in a lot with certain types of knowledge, no matter how I would have loved to shun that idea at certain times in my 20s. But hey, now I'm 29 and can look back on the past ten years and just say..."What the hell?"

I commend those peers of mine who knew what they wanted in college and grabbed it and got their degrees and made something of themselves. However, there were a lot of us who didn't know what we wanted and allowed life to take us down whatever paths we felt looked interesting. Honestly, I think either way is fine. Life is what you make it. A kid can still walk into some giganto corporation on a good day with nary a Masters in sight and make good. And there are also those who spend years in higher learning only to not know where the hell they are after it's all over. And vice versa. Who said that life is one big crap shoot? Did I? Someone did. This is the person who knows what they are talking about.

Sorry kids, been busy mixing down the album and all that fun crap the past few days.

On another note, don't you love it when people run in packs? Specifically old cohorts. Ex-cohorts? Yes, ex-cohorts. Ah we can't come up with anything on our own, so we regurgitate the same bullshit over and over in various places in the same ass kissing pack we've become accustomed to the past few years.

Jesus people, break free of your limp singular mind. Your shit is older than my dead dog's. And you're not fucking hip. You never will be. Get over it, a lot of people aren't.

Amen.