9:41 a.m. - Friday, Jun. 13, 2003
summer is hot
What the fuck do you do when you spend an entire week with someone 24/7 and they don't make you want to kill them. They make you want the opposite of death to them. And like, every minute of your time with them was about music, and when they heard convenient parking in your living room they started sweating and playing it again and again, just like you did the first time, and when you jammed they stopped playing for a minute so that they could just listen to your voice, and the music was just all so hot that now they ARE music to you? Hm? What the fuck do you do? Especially after you send them away, and then wonder all the time why they don't be calling you and shit. Yeah, that's fucked up, right? So what the fuck do you do when that happens?
Jeezus I've been writing alot of songs. Nervous energy is good. I slept about 20 hours last week and did a bunch of drugs that made that seem like more than enough. But I smoked way too much. I still am smoking too much, but just cuz i'm playing so FUCKING much. So rad. My friend Jeff is going to come over and jam with me this sunday. I'm going to force him to play with me live immediately. I can't wait anymore, I'll make him if i have to. I'll say i'm pregnant just to keep him i swear to god i'll do it. Brendan come play bass with me NOW, k?
Wow, I haven't written in so long i thought i'd be off everyone's list, but instead I got an add on that made me all grinny and shit. How cool.
So seriously, what the fuck y'all, what am i going to do?
