Commandment III: Get Yourself an Office

Everyone needs a workspace.  Not everyone has the money.

How to get an office in Nashville for no money and free perks: 

Clearly what I mean here is some privacy and internet.  I tried the library at first but there was something sterile and depressing about it... And I couldn't go on certain websites.  No I don't mean porn.  Who would look at porn in a library.

Now I've found it.  A dully named and service-light but ambience-heavy coffeeshop, with filthy coffee, and cute servers that never charge me for coffee anymore.  I get to sit here and enjoy the free wi-fi and the free coffee for hours and I am nothing but welcome.  I could sit here all day.  I could never leave.

Swear by it; live by it; get your work done. 

READ BETWEEN THE LINES!

Seems to rain
Every time I think your name
Every time I'm driving through these hills
It's getting late

Spell it out
Give me something to write about
All the time I'm driving through these lights to you
They're turning red

I know that I just need friends
And to figure out the dose
And I know it has nothing to do with you
It never does
It never does
It never does

When it rains
You're quoting from my songs again
So I read between the lines again
These lines again
Does it ever end
It never ends

Easy
Easy
Easy on me

Easy
Easy
Easy on me now

If you like
If you can bear it
I'll keep driving down to see you
Through the hills
Through the lights
Through rain
A traffic jam

Between the lines
Between the lines
Between the lines
Between the lines
Those lines

F it.

Oh, I need some company.

My Valentine's Day was spent in one of the local cafes, where other lonely's were downing their liquor and drowning in it.  I thought Brandon would call me, but I think we might be over.  I think I scared him away.  Or pushed him away.  Or something.

He doesn't understand music and he doesn't understand passion and he doesn't understand me and that's the bottom line.

We got into another fight over the weekend because I wouldn't play my songs for him and his roommate.  Well his roommate didn't ask me to play, and, he wasn't in the room.  But he was in the house.

SO I DIDN'T WANT TO...

I played Chopsticks.

He got mad.  Said life's a joke to me.  Said I'm a joke, actually.  Really.  I'M a joke.  REALLY.  Who works at a furniture shop here??

F it.  I had a long day.  It was freezing outside.  And I lost my mittens.

I'm thinkin' like...

I feel like a Marvin Gaye song right now.
Out of place among the cowgirls.

Who makes ya money, uh-huh who makes ya money?

An adscreen popped up and told me if I smoke cigarettes I may qualify for a free electronic cigarette.  Free stuff's always good.  Another one told me I can really turn 97 dollars into 6797 dollars.  That would be SWELL.

And hell's belles.  I'm SORRY, truly, that I've been like... in my own little world and blowing people off again.. and seeming mysterious again.. it's just that I'm working my ass off and I've like found religion in the art and I can't, I can't, I just can't keep up with things and it's not that I don't know that they are... important.  I just.  I just.  

Commandment II: Push. (a.k.a. Pushy Girls)

Nobody likes 'em.

Trouble is, nobody likes to work with 'em either.  Or work period, really.  Especially with girls.  They wanna just hang out with 'em. 

So henceforth, if you are a girl, who likes to work, and wants to get things done, you're gonna have to be a little pushy, and ergo, you're gonna have to get used to not being liked once or twice in a while.

I. Explore your Surroundings.

...so here I am again in a new town.  Here I am again.  In a new town.  Again.  In a town again.
  I have uncharacteristic high-hopes for this place. 

I mean it can't possibly be worse than Utah.  (Can anything?)  Though Utah, driving through Utah as the clouds cast glorious shadows over the rolling mountains, en route to a chateau in Park City for skiing with Milo... could understandably pass for God's Country for the godfearing Mormons.

Mormons are all really really nice.

But people here in Nashville are really, REALLY, REALLY, nice.  And they drink.  And there's music. 

So I'm spending 30 out of the 200 or so I got to my name to spend tonight in a roadside motel.  Gotta at least get one good uninterrupted night's sleep before pounding the pavement and knocking at doors for employment opportunities both musical and not....

Well farewell Utah, and good night Nashville, and good night dear sweet readers.  Tomorrow I'll explore.

xo
CvD