she was beautiful in my dreams.
and in the pictures.
damn you, Lum.
we still chat like we're friends.
we never were.
funny how things turn out.
my parents think i need to start building my credit, obviously they don't understand my intentions.
my foot fucking hurts.
fucking nurse practitioners.
i only deal with music...everything else is foreign.
you become what you consistently do.
i'm becoming a bum.
this house, and this city...i need to leave them.
i'm recording that country EP i mentioned in my earlier posts.
i think it's actually sounding pretty decent...even with my vocals.
i could only NOT laugh at "emma's apples" for one take.
i'm a bad man.
i'll send that song to my scout buddy whom she also broke.
he'll get a kick out of it.
and then realize his mistake.
i'm a mean person.
i have the premonition that the life i'm choosing is a big mistake.
i just sit on my couch and watch tv.
i need that picture so i can tape it onto the back of my red Tele...so i can look at it for inspirado.
i also recorded my funeral song...when SamtheWiz added echo on my voice on the verses...that almost got to me.
i need one of those harmonica holders.
gas is expensive.
i'm going to a party saturday.
i may or may not get drunk and start crying.