i wish i had something to write

blocked... perhaps with my early morning tomorrow i'll barge in on a juicy dream that'll be bloggable. for now, though, just contemplating a compilation and working my way westward...

vagueries aside, maybe i should take princess up on her offer of the subject that starts with a letter... let's just do it... sorry i didn't take the letter through the proper channels, but i was going to wait until i was able to do it, and now i'm too inspired(?) to wait for the proper channels to be gone through. meh. so the letter is (blindly stabbing at the keyboard): s

santa: myth, christianity, childhood wonder. i don't have kids, but like to think i wouldn't lie to them... but the societal pressure is there. hell, i know an agnostic ex-jew who partakes in the santa myth with her daughter. i just remember finding out and feeling lied to... by my mother, my teachers, my brothers... that sucked.

strings: my guitars are making me quite irate... the twelve-string: buzzing here, sounding awful there, and apparently warping thanks to... something. the classical: re-strung less than two months ago and i've had to jerry-rig two strings that broke at the bridge. don't know about the other guitar--it's with me brother (considering my recent experiences, it's probably for the better).

sinuses: what can i say, this spring has been a peach. speaking of which, and keeping with the theme, the super salty saline spray sorta sucks. but it is somewhat effective.

songs: what can i say, music rocks my world. coulda shoulda woulda, but don't. gotta stop listening to people who disagree with my heart.

second chance: gonna make the same mistake twice, or try, try again? i think, try, try again, with the opportunity to make some magnificent new mistakes. is what i think. you know, i have learned from the past, but it wasn't all wrong. i want what was right back. i can get it back, but i know it won't be easy. so much uncertainty, but what have i got to lose by trying? a disquieting comfort. a comfort bought with my soul. it's done, it's over, goodbye, good luck, and thanks for all the fish...

scatterbrain: somewhere i'm a ... scatterbrain--radiohead

spectacles: beglassed for three plus years. it is what it is...

smack: heroin or dat ass... i think i prefer the latter!

peas.