So there I was one day, choosing sitting on the couch watching mind-numbing spirt-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into my mouth (two birds just got wacked with my pop culture reference stone, its too-cool-for-school and also informs you of my whereabouts in this universe).
And then this advert came on tv.
I could smell the cheese wafting from the tv but I couldn't help but smile.
This is a perfect way to meet some one.
Roll up to a music shop.
Start playing the piano.
Sing a tune.
WHAM BAM THANK YOU MA'AM
I don't know of any music shops that look all vintage-ish and that have instruments readily available to be pawed by the general public in my area.
And although I can't be certain, even though my cv says otherwise, I'm not sure my air piano skills will translate to an actual real life piano.
Now the singing? No worries there, voice of an angel me.
Still, even with these shit hot vocal cords of mine I think I'd be leaving any music shop I entered very much alone.
But thats OK.
Do not be under the impression that this blog is about me hooking up. Unless you look like Leonardo DiCaprio, in which case I would devote my life to getting into your pants. But until I find a guy with those credentials life shall go on.
So yeah, thats what this blog isn't about. What is it about, I hear you ask? Touché my friend.