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I’ve been taking vocal lessons all year as a part of my new hobbies plan for 2023. It’s made me sing louder, not better.
Literature, TV, film and music are all that excite me, obsessions. I’ve been working at three of those in my career because I can’t sing.

As a child, I played the violin in an orchestra and took classical piano lessons for years- but I haven’t owned a piano since I was 35, and my violin scares me- so, now I just listen to fifty-thousand hours of music on average per year because I love math, I love music.

I have always dated or married musicians; we spent a lot of the relationships centred on music. Since I decided to be alone in 2023, I began my own hobby of writing, re-arranging music with help from some musical friends.

I was only busted once this year by Henry. He came in while I was singing a Bruce Springsteen song, Springsteen made the entire scene worse. My asshole vanished, I clenched so tight it vanished. Sucked into my body, never to return. I’m still so scared of my kids making fun of me. I’ll never poop again.

The thing is, I’m eating vitamins to help facilitate that one hundred year old longevity. I’m not old yet. Espcially without a butthole. None of us are (unless you are reading, Nan. You are old.) That means I have fifty-four more years to learn sing.

I rearranged this with my friend/coach playing the guitar for me, since I do not know how to do that myself.

New things are good.