Cigarette Holders and Sunglasses

I'm in the process of looking for a cigarette holder.  Not a long, Audrey Hepburn-style holder, but a holder nonetheless.  I would like to pair it with a new tattoo, and perhaps a new haircut.  No...no maybe not a haircut.

I've been recently reminded of jazz music.  It makes me miss Halbert...my saxophone.  It makes me sad that he is in a basement room with the door closed and not even a chill can run through him.  He sits patiently waiting for the next time he can be wielded to create precious, smooth melodies...or at least some swing.  I had forgotten for so long how much music makes me feel.  Maybe that's why I have so many musician friends.  ...I feel like I *get* why they play music.  I won't ever have to ask them.  It's a compulsion.  It's something that one must do or die...or go mad.  I don't necessarily mean physically die...which may or may not be obvious to you, reader.  ...I can say with confidence that almost every person who I know reads this blog plays music.  You all understand.

I'm planning on going shopping this weekend.  I also having painting lessons session II (<--Roman numerals, ha!).  I feel so restless.  I feel like there's so much to do!  SO MUCH TO DO!  Included in these plans are: the aforementioned tattoo getting, studying more Spanish and hopefully getting back into Russian, reading, exploring, and going out more.  And I would like to just get a book of drinks and go through the book.  ...and I would also like to drink some more hot chocolate with Kahlua, because GOD DAMN, it's good.  I feel overwhelmed by the number of books that I want to read right now.  ...I have some recommendations at this point though, so I should have at least a few good ones in my near future.

I had pizza today.  I haven't had pizza in a couple of weeks.  ...at least I don't think I have.  Also, I would like to take this opportunity to state that I do not appreciate certain types of music.  ...or, rather...the Beatles.  What's the bfd?  A person I used to know told me one time that I couldn't like the music that I like without liking specific people who happened in the past, because they "created" this or "revolutionized" that.  Not true.  I can like whoever is pleasing to my ears...or whoever is pleasing to my soul.  I *do* however need some music recommendations.  I'm becoming too used to the music that I have, and I feel bored.  My music and I need a break.

 I must go for now though...I will hopefully write more soon, and I will hopefully have some photos soon, as well.  I feel odd saying this...but this is the second draft of this entry.  The first one was a bit more emotional and a smidgen more irrational.  I was mad at people.  I'm irritated when people read the flat words and can't realize that there's a person on the other side of these words...a person who feels things and who is trying to share them.  A person who is trying to be open and trying to adapt and grow. Thank you, readers who care and talk to me about my blog.  Each of you has played an integral part in the maintenance of my sanity at some point in the recent past.  OH!  one more thing!  Happy three months to me!