i’m thinking of changing the name of this site from iwilldare.com to ithinkimrobgordoninhighfidelity.com. however, the rob domain doesn’t have the same catchiness to it that iwilldare.com has, now does it? plus then, there will be that totally pointless tattoo.
as i mentioned before i’m having a frustrating day. creative frustration is the absolute worst because you can feel all the ideas itching around under your skin but you can’t seem to get them out. something’s gotta give soon or i will lose my fucking mind. and i like my mind. it’s about the only thing of me that i do like.
that being said, and here comes the obligatory rob gordon reference, i feel like screaming at the very tip top of my lungs. just like rob does when he’s standing at the pay phone in the rain outside of charlie’s apartment screaming “charlie, you fucking bitch, let’s work it out.”
please, please, please do not go.
“creative frustration is the absolute worst because you can feel all the ideas itching around under your skin but you can’t seem to get them out.”
Welcome to the last ten years of my life.
“It’s a Bill Cosby sweat-ah!”
And then I lost it. Kinda lost it all, you know? Faith, dignity…about 15 pounds.
rob, i am convinced we are soulmates.
Hey, do you have Soul?
That all depends…back row, right next to Blues.
i’ve read books. you know love in the time of cholera, the unbearable lightness of being, and i think i’ve understood them. they’re about girls, right? but i have to admit my all-time favorite book is johnny cash’s autobiography, cash by johnny cash.
p.s. to rob. i totally read johnny cash’s autobio becuase of this movie and NOT because JC (not me JC but him JC) was the outlaw’s all-time favorite, though i did tell him that’s why i read the book.