stand still and wait for an omen

i hate it when people mistake "etymology" with "entomology." like, i know where they coming from but it still bugs me

love learning a new skill but do you know how Excruciating it is for someone who must be perfect at everything first time all the time. muttering that i must embrace the process of change and improvement and that mistakes are the most obvious sign of successful learning but also screaming crying throwing up

oughhh i sucked i fucking sucked but! next week i shall suck less! and this is what we must focus on <- shaking & covered in blood

it's next week and guess what! played the piece and it was, quote, "perfect." now have a new piece to suck at! <- still shaking and covered in blood but even sexier about it now courtesy of the maniacal grin

ask not for whom the bell peppers

sometimes i get weirdly anxious about the fact that thousands of years of evolution have led to my specific bloodline and it will almost certainly be ending with me. but then i remember the same is true of like every fly that dies in a drink before it gets the chance to reproduce so like. who am i to get all precious about the concept of bloodlines really. who give a shit. my ancestors arent any better than that flys ancestors.

silliness and sincerity are not opposites btw. they are married. bisexually