surges

oh, i feel so rebellious today. i'm a feral cat in a burlap sac. barely contained, all sorts of scratchy violence.

days like this, i should be a drummer. or a boxer. or really into bondage. i want to just hit things till they fall apart and i pass out or claw someone's face off. not anyone in particular. cagey and hissing, all day.

i need charcoal and dark paper. i got a scanner/printer for christmas... i'll draw something and then scan it, once i get the printer set up. (it's still in the box, awaiting me to find a place for it in the mess on my desk.) i think it's time to relocate my cd collection. it's not like i ever use the cds, anyway. they're almost more like decor, at this point. maybe not charcoal, maybe i just need a sharpie and some red paper and some chalk. i'll go chill out on the couch downstairs and just draw, since my room is freezing and someone might have the fireplace going.

time for some real artwork. it's not a day for words. hasn't really been a week for words. i need to be in a band. i want to vent this with something loud.

next stop after the car, and vacation, i'm thinking drum lessons.