I think it spawned from a combination of meeting a mesmerizing mule herder from Montana to listening to Taylor Swift one too many times. Oh, and for the first time in my life, I legitimately want a truck. Not without parameters, however: it would ideally be from the 80s or early 90s; probably a toyota.
Second, my life has no purpose right now. I mean, not really of course, it has Ultimate purpose. But I have no job. And I'm not in school. I thought I would love the feeling of not having obligations or deadlines or responsibility. It actually kinda sucks.
The good parts are in playing my guitar on the porch and people shouting things at me and waving. In hearing my roomate Kristen's powerful voice in the morning. The sucky parts are in telling people I'm unemployed and feeling lazy when I am done with the cleaning and cooking for the day. In $300 credit card bills and no income.
Well, at least I have Dierks to listen to....
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