sheer raw talent absent
I suppose being musically inclined and artistically gifted isn't hidden somewhere in my chromosomes. Maybe it's masked by inane stuff like the subtle art of picking my nose in private. Maybe it's been destroyed or mutated by my mom's excessive usage of the microwave when I was a kid. Or all the coffee she drank when she was pregnant with me.
However, this does not stop me from adoring real talented individuals. My family, my friends, acquaintances, and of course, the random celebrity. Yes, I lie in my bed night after night, wishing I could play the guitar well, imagining creating sketches of pin up models and dreaming of capturing those beautiful sunsets on print. I also imagine Alex Gaskarth writing songs for me. Muahahaha.
Alas, this fair maiden lacks what she needs. Sheer Raw Talent. Oh well. If only sleep was an art form. Id surely be crowned maestro of snoozes!
Speaking of which, off i drag my glutes to bed. May 2mrw be a less pessimistic day. :D