i haven't really been conscious for the last 6 years

lately.... the more i age the weirder i become.... i'm glad to have good friends.... i've been listening to alot of sufjan lately.... i wish i was sufjan .... or jimi hendrix.... but not bob dylan so much... born in the 40's .... i feel like i was born in the wrong generation... like maybe i wouldn't be considered such a fool if i was alive then. i sold my first guitar!.... i think it's time that i start writing about all the bad things i've done in the past... maybe not bad things that i did... maybe just bad things in general.... i miss climbing.... i'm going to new zealand.... holy crap! i just read over everything that i wrote and .... it is just complete nonesense.... i'm just rambling. i don't have anything important to say. maybe that's why my music is lame. trying to get all your thoughts down in ten minutes is not recomended. me and ina are eating cookies... she's full. i'm full. i hate the internet. it's like whatever i type..... a letter to a friend ..... a blog..... anything i write just comes out wrong.... i think the delete key should be used a bit more than i allow... ina wants to look at stars with me but there are clouds out. maybe we could just tickle eachother.... ina is two almost three... she holds her fingers up and says that when you ask. she is so great. she runs around and shows off to everyone and she is adored and gets away with whatever she wants. when i show her my chopped off fingers she runs to get me a band aid but i don't need one it's alright now... my fingers are allright now. i wish i could talk to everyone in my past and tell them how sane i am ... or tell them how i'm fine and they are fine and we are all fine .... i wish i could erase my actions and replace them with pretty images ... like a sunset or a beach... it is 45% humidity....