Phynley

My sister wants Phynley back.
Phynley. My dear, beloved Phynley.
My Lark in the Morning.
Practically my bestest friend in the whole world ever.
She's been through all my firsts with me like playing at church and school....
I talk to her. Like, lengthy conversations.
Nobody loves her like I do. Nobody makes her sound as sweet, and I in turn will never be able to make a guitar sound the same way.
And the worst thing?
My sister is moving to freaking Poland.
Poland!
Phynley will be in Poland.
Who is going to love her there? Who is going to call her affectionate names? Who is going to make sure she doesn't get too cold?
I learned how to change guitar strings for her. My fingers even bled.

Hello, bottomless pit of depression.....


I think I may have found a doable replacement, though.
It was only today that I was talking to Phynley about how I wish there was some kind of guitar surgery to magically turn her into a electric acoustic.

So, here is an electric/acoustic that I think might possibly do:
"Phynley's replacement...."

It gets really good reviews and it's "only" $450. I can sell my electric guitar and amp, and easily afford it since the two have hardly been used.

But still. Phynley. I will never see her equal.


In other news, I finished The Beautiful And Damned last night, and now I'm reading Pride and Prejudice.
And Owl City's new album is good.
So is Jonezetta's latest, "Cruel To Be Young". Actually, it's quite amazing. Listen to it. Be happy.

I am now going to drown my sorrows in Atonement and hopefully get to sleep before 6am....

-jk