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What I Play When I'm Pissed




Today I am thankful for my Vintage Peavey T-40.
Well....I tore my nails up.
I don't play as well as I used to play.

As a teen, this was my go to stress relief song.  In college, I got offers to play lead guitar in bands because I was fast...but I'm not a guitar player.  I play bass because I want to feel the music. 
I'm old now.  It's a bad sign when you put down your bass because building an app would be less frustrating. Yes, I'm trying to build an app.  I just can't figure out what to give people; free hypnosis recordings? Coupons?
When I know, I'll build it.  I'll probably get 2/3s of the way through it and wind up paying someone to fix it for me.
That's how I roll.  I'm weird that way. 
I fall in love with basses more than men.
I feel in love two weeks ago.  It was hard to walk away from this hottie.
So...the next time I do something seemingly impossible, I'll splurge on bass lessons. 
There is one silver lining to being stalked for so long.  Dealing with other issues seems incredibly easy.  Nothing scares me outside of the stalking....nothing.

Love ya lots,

S.


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