Four days until the big party. Fiona is here with me, being her wonderful, beautiful self. It amazes me.. how much I missed her those two weeks or so that we were apart. It was like I was here, going through my every day routines, but my mind and heart were still in London, watching her sleep, paint, cook, watching her do all the things she loves ( Read more... )

A couple notes of complaint here, bear with me. Justin's in a cranky mood this morning ( Read more... )

It's been a few days... or a week or something like that, since last I updated. So I suppose I shall grace you all with information on my comings and goings. As of late, I've been ordering, calling, writing, getting things ready for the political party I'm hosting at my place on Tuesday the 16th. Ya'll are welcome to attend if you'd like. Fiona has ( Read more... )

I know that people always wonder "What exactly does music do for you?". So here, I have a little uh, chart, I guess, that tells you a little bit about what kind of skills certain musicians have in certain.. every-day acts.

Musicians Sex Skills;

Guitar;He pays attention to the deatils, so he should know how to 'strum your sensitive spots'. His ( Read more... )

Ok.. So I got bored again, and I made some icons. I'm going to load them and get going.. There are notes floating around in my head, I need to get them down on paper, even the few lyrics that are in there too.

( Fiona's Hotness )

Alright, now. You people have forced me to do this. Ahem, ahem.

DID EVERYONE DIE, OR WHAT!?

I mean, come on now, people. A little activity around here would be nice. Where'd you all go? Did I scare you away? Get your lazy bums ONLINE!

Thank you. I'm off.

I was getting bored, seeing that my friends page has not moved now for about three days. Not to mention I haven't updated in a while and my fingers are itching to type. So here I am, ready to fill you in on what's happening in my life ( Read more... )

The flight home yesterday was really not bad at all. In fact, the only time I didn't like it was when Fiona was asleep.. And well, that was quite a bit actually. Or maybe she was just pretending and finding humor in my torturous movements and the way I can't seem to find something to occupy myself. Knowing her evil self, that's probably just what ( Read more... )

The most wasted of all days is one without laughter. -E. E. Cummings ( Read more... )

Be still, sad heart, and cease repining; Behind the clouds the sun is shining; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary. -Henry Wadsworth Longfellow ( Read more... )