The strings attached to everything

I'm really starting to love playing guitar.  It's incredibly therapeutic.  And the classical style (finger-picking) is just... amazing.  It's all I want to do - I feel like that was how guitar was always meant to be played.  That and chords.  Oh, G chord, how I love thee! Eminor! C! So fantastic.  I love Aminor too.  Oh oh oh.

As for everything else, OW bikini wax today but it'll be worth it? For something? I'm sure?  Clearly I have a lot of confidence in my decisions - but I thought it might be nice to, you know, handle the jungle.

Maybe that was too much information.  Hmmm... ah well, I'll post it anyway.

Yesterday was a B-E-A-utiful autumn day.   It was perfect weather, the cold crispness that comes with winter and yet a wonderful temperature, no wind, sunshine sunshine sunshine.  I went out for brunch with some of my friends and then for a walk.  It was mighty therapeutic.  I think.  I have some other thoughts about it but those I'll keep to myself for now, I think.  I think a lot.

Then I went to work - it was dead last night.  Like deathly dead. Like somebody came around and hit everyone in the head with a hammer dead and nobody showed up because they were dead dead.    We ended up closing at 9:30 - what!?

Yeah, it was crazy.  Today is the beginning of thanksgiving feasts.  To be honest, I know nothing about thanksgiving and I don't really care and I don't have any sort of sentimental attachment to it.  Except that now I will forever remember a faint stinging in my genitals on Thanksgiving weekend.  That sounds like I have like herpes or something, doesn't it? Well.  You win some you lose some.  Haha.

I don't have herpes.

I'm going to go play some guitar and then make a list of what I have to do on this reading week of mine for school.  What - a - plan!  Also, thanksgiving at Faye's later.  :) I lurve Faye (Firouzeh), she's awesome.

Ciao. Ak.