Fingering the Fatties

Still working on playing the bass. It is going pretty well, but my fingers are still sore and I try to play at least 2 hours a day. I am just doing basic things and trying to do easy bass lines from different songs. I am having a blast with it, but it is very frustrating when I fuck up. So I am frustrated a lot, needless to say.

Tell Mom I said hi. I hope she is having fun with Ashlee. I know the only time my mom came to visit me was after I had a kid. Gotta love the draw that the first grandkid has.

Dinney Land is almost here for y'all and I am still stuck in the Big K wanting to go. Ah well, such is life.

Where the fuck did OO go? Man, that mutha fucka need to be bloggin, yo.

I am still talking to Elena on the phone (um, obviously on the phone, kinda hard to talk otherwise... thank you Capt Obvious.) Damn, I still miss that chick. I got to hear her kid play the piano. It was probably Tchaikovsky or Scriabin or something like that. It sounded pretty good, or as good as it could through a phone.

Am I more fucked up than I think I am or am I just glutten to put myself in those situations?

Dueces....