Tempted to take my mute off and practice fortissimo glissandos on that E-string at 2am because FK THIS PLACE AND IF YOU’RE GOING TO MAKE ME THINK YOUR BOYFRIEND IS BEATING THE SHYT OUT OF YOU WHEN YOU JUST SAW A FKING MOUSE, I’M SOOO GOING TO HIT THE HIGHEST NOTES AND NOT USE A GOOD BOW ANGLE!!!!

Gonna tighten that string almost to breaking point. Im not afraid. I have another.
Tempted to buy a piccolo and bring my trombone over AND MASTER EVERYTHING ASAP! And playing piano/pianissimo will be a sin in this studio. I’ll get a fking Trumpet, french horn, hell, all the brass instruments, and a drum kit.

I’ll teach you what it’s like to listen to SHYT when you’re either going to sleep or burn any brain potatoes you had left.