Just posted Prudence, my beloved Fender Jaguar, on Craigslist

God I'm going to miss that old girl, she's treated me so well for 4 years. But I need a car. I
need a car. It's an unavoidable fact when you live in the poor bit of suburban America and you have ambitions for a better life. I need a car so I can get a second job so I can support myself, get my own place, get health insurance, get more music gear, and make a proper career out of my music. Having a lady who lives in another town is also a motivating factor, although my priorities aren't what they used to be (read: they're more geared toward making sure my life is in order first and foremost).
I'm so broken up over making this call but I have to. I absolutely have to. If I don't do it I'm just going to continue getting nowhere in life, living in my friend's house with him and his mom, just two blocks away from the projects.
In happier news, I've spent the week cleaning my room. My bestie Lukas came over to help today, and we got a metric fuckload done. All I've left to do is change my sheets and do laundry (and find a place for said laundry to go once it's clean) and I'll be good to go. My lady is coming down from Davis on Thursday, and I'm definitely looking forward to having a presentable bedroom to cuddle in. Lukas and I will be able to use my room to record in instead of one of the spare rooms, which will make my landlady mighty happy. And now I'm able to get into my bed without climbing over a mountain of clothing, amps, and various other bits of god knows what.
Tomorrow I'll be going with Lukas to his family's ranch until Wednesday. I'm going to do everything I can to get some Argonauts originals written and recorded with him so we can stop being a damned cover band. I want so desperately for this all to get off the ground... anybody who has ever felt trapped in a stagnant period of their life totally must feel me on this.