These Are Weird Times

If someone ever won an award for sporadic and random blog posts it would be me.

It just happens that I have moments that I deem my thoughts possibly worthy to be written somewhere.
Endure this if you so desire J

I don’t write songs.

Last time I did, I was 7. After jumbling together a few lines about Jesus and singing it in the bathtub with bubbles as an audience, I wrote the song out on a little piece of paper. That was the last time I crossed paths with writing my own songs. *gulp*

But I wrote a song.
*The whole world gasps*

Oddly enough, I guess sometimes there’s enough going on in my life that I can actually puke out some lyrics. Actually, they appeared without too much thought. I’m still debating if that’s a good thing or not…

My next feat will be mixing the lyrics with what guitar skills, if any, I have recently explored.

This brings up another issue. I don’t even own a guitar (!!!), so the guitar I am using is borrowed. Her name is Augustine. But I feel that I can’t fully own the statement “I play guitar” until I have my own guitar to name. Feat #2.

And yes, the lyrics were not included in this post. But no, they will not be secret forever.