G Chord

I think I was meditating in the car yesterday. Sometime in Pennsylvania on I-95, waiting to cross over into New Jersey, 10 minutes passed that I can not get back. And then I missed my exit. Car trips always feel fine while you're in the car, and then you get out for coffee or bathroom and your eyes are wirey and seeing everything too clearly and you just want to run laps around the royrogers/nathans/burgerking/starbucks compound but instead you get back in the car and hate all the music and the napkins and get going.
I listened to the radio. There were lots of 2004 top single countdown and the top 10 songs of this year suck so, so, so bad. Maroon 5 and JoJo are the heroes of the pack. And do you think that Ryan Cabrera and Ashley Simpson are properly thankful to big sis for giving them careers? Because they should be. And why doesn't he get a haircut? Do you think his head is really, really small? After avoiding Nick and Jessica all year a recent bout with my parent's TV and a Newlyweds marathon made me care again. I'm starting to feel shitty about this. The supermodel coverage of the Tsunami has made me think the whole thing’s gotten away from us. I'm trying not to think about what that means too much because I think it probably ends with me in a cabin in Montana. And Montana is cold and far. Though you can watch The Newlyweds there, so that's a plus.
I also heard Eminem's single "Mockingbird," which was remarkable for two reasons. The first being some really crap-ass rhymes, that didn't in fact rhyme, or fit the beat properly. The second being that it made me cry. And I don't think this is a comment on how touching the song is, though it's kind of touching, but more that I am not nearly numb enough to blatant, manipulative ploys aimed at my heartstrings. They are too pluckable.