happy story to serve the purpose of nipping bottoms
Just to nip this whole "I-hate-updating-my-blog" virus in the BOTTOM (since I think biting bottoms is kinky) I will post.
It's just that...I just got home from witnessing with the Baysiders and I was sitting here resting my eyes thinking of what is on the top of my list of priorities for this evening, when I realized that I had just done something fun and inspiring, and if I didn't blog about it NOW, I never would. For some reason, I'm really proud of myself for doing this.
I'm closing my eyes (cause they hurt) and typing. It feels nice. It feels like I'm exploring a dark tunnel and pulling words out of the dungeon of my mind. Sigh, if only the words were actually clever. Not stupid cliches like "the dungeon of my mind". Who wants to hear that stuff? If the words were in the dungeon there's probably a good reason they're there in the first place anyway.
Annnnyway.
I went out witnessing. I was able to bring 5 souls to Jesus, and sing one song with the Street Lights! I was able to talk with Masa for about 5 minutes total.
I WOULD ALSO LIKE TO SHARE WITH YOU MY COMPELTE AND SPLENDID EUPHORIA AT HAVING A NICE PIANO AT LAST. I AM SO BLESSED, I DO NOT DESERVE IT, AND JESUS IS MY FOREVER FRIEND. AND UNCLE MICHAEL TOO. I CAN'T BELIEVE IT, LA LA LA LA. THANK YOU!!!!
Masa, tell Mr. Fogarty how much I really really really am glad.
And to you, I remain, affectionately, Florence of the superspeedy fingers. Superspeedy!
It's just that...I just got home from witnessing with the Baysiders and I was sitting here resting my eyes thinking of what is on the top of my list of priorities for this evening, when I realized that I had just done something fun and inspiring, and if I didn't blog about it NOW, I never would. For some reason, I'm really proud of myself for doing this.
I'm closing my eyes (cause they hurt) and typing. It feels nice. It feels like I'm exploring a dark tunnel and pulling words out of the dungeon of my mind. Sigh, if only the words were actually clever. Not stupid cliches like "the dungeon of my mind". Who wants to hear that stuff? If the words were in the dungeon there's probably a good reason they're there in the first place anyway.
Annnnyway.
I went out witnessing. I was able to bring 5 souls to Jesus, and sing one song with the Street Lights! I was able to talk with Masa for about 5 minutes total.
I WOULD ALSO LIKE TO SHARE WITH YOU MY COMPELTE AND SPLENDID EUPHORIA AT HAVING A NICE PIANO AT LAST. I AM SO BLESSED, I DO NOT DESERVE IT, AND JESUS IS MY FOREVER FRIEND. AND UNCLE MICHAEL TOO. I CAN'T BELIEVE IT, LA LA LA LA. THANK YOU!!!!
Masa, tell Mr. Fogarty how much I really really really am glad.
And to you, I remain, affectionately, Florence of the superspeedy fingers. Superspeedy!
posted by Florence at 8:41 PM
5 comments:
So, how good are you on the keyboard? It's so exciting that you've learned to play. I always envied people who could. Some of the best songs are written on piano. Such a great instrument!
PS: how very nice of Michael to give you one. Honestly, there's no better piano player than him. If you can learn from him, you're on your way to greatness. His playing is pure magic--never heard anyone that comes close. Now, John (Listen) is extremely good technically, and for faster stuff, he's your man. But for the heartbreakers, go to the Fogue.
haha, we wish i was good...
actually, how good does one have to be before they can officially be good? that's a hard one. i can see myself denying goodness for eternity.
but honestly, i don't think i ever will be a maestro. i just want to learn simple things. i'm not too smart.
I do keyboard too but I'm not super good
So glad u enjoyed yourself, Flo. It was great to hv u along! And I'd forgotten what a soul-winner u were -- superb! Thanx to Jesus! You gotta come busking w/ us every wk, yes?
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