and on and on

It's another day today. Same old thing again. Although I am completely capable of changing that, I usually don't. Curious.

I can't decide what's going on with me when it comes to Jessica. Sometimes I want to break it off, but then when I'm with her, I think maybe we have more in common than I had thought. It's hard to figure out exactly. But I probably am thinking a little more clearly when I am by myself. I don't know.

My 'performance' at open mic night went ok. I couldn't read the sheet music for the fingerstyle song, so that didn't work. This being my first time doing this, I sort of fumbled through the song I had written. A learning experience, I guess. Just struming chords is boring to listen to, so I've been working on adding stuff in between chord. My guitar teacher gave me a bunch of stuff. He is cerifiably awesome.

Some customer complained about the jazz music at work, so that means no more of that. The fucker. I hope he gets hit by a truck. My manager was kind enough to let me switch it to Bob Dylan. I told her that if a customer complained about "motherfuckin' Bob Dylan" I would throw them out of the store. She laughed. I bet she though I was kidding.