Show is saturday. The first one I've ever produced. Moly, it's gonna be holy.

I moved into a beautiful house in Santa Rosa and I'm happy as a clam. Maybe happier.

dear god,
please let me get out of here without going apeshit on all of my family.
thank you,
karna

I leave in three months. I want to distract myself as much as possible until then. Fire fire fire, I've got it brewing at the core, three fingers beneath the belly button.
Almond pastries are constantly on my mind and I haven't been able to get them anywhere. No tarts, I just want paste.

ooooh buggies. it's hot here, finally. nikki and i are making mango ice cream
and then seeing Inception. Gonna be a blastorama. Now that I think about it,
I can't remember the last time the wifey and I saw a movie together. Strange.

ALSO, happiness. it's a good thing.

I'm trying to get back to a schedule. meaning that i'm getting back in the garden, making meals for myself and otherwise having more well rounded home life. you know. like having clean clothes to wear and having a room i can walk through.
priorities karna. priorities.

i had a dream that there were about five big spiders on my pillow and I recognized the black widow out of the five. i yelled for nikki and she came to grab the spider and put it outside. it was so tame, iridescent and calm. she said how cute it was and when she got halfway down the hall, it leaped out of her hand and ran into my mom's room. we ( Read more... )

So much shit, too much crap, not enough time and too little experience.
I just want to feel so very small again.

One thing I should remember:
sometimes it's best to just shut the fuck up.

I hate misspelling titles on cds. It's embarrassing and wasteful.