Wednesday February 20, 2002

The cross I bear

I've been sitting here watching a movie about karaoke. Sometimes I wish I had a voice, one that doesn't make people cry out in agony. I get jealous, which is stupid. I'd like to be able to sing one song. But then I think, if I had a voice, maybe I wouldn't be an art freak, and art I can't live without. Maybe I should just be happy for people who can sing, because they make the world sound better (and make up for my complete lack of vocal ability, my audial pollution). I always have the shower.