I cried this afternoon, in the middle of writing Chris his letter ( Read more... )

I have 8 months.
Thats about 240 days.
That's not a long time.

vinyllove72: nor did I have any intention to, I don't know, I guess I just miss you a bit ( Read more... )

Sometimes my dreams freak me out a little bit, i.e., I'll dream about something realistic, like school or something and then a few days later I'll think of the dream and not know if it was a memory or a dream, it's sketchy ( Read more... )

i am so disgusted by myself and the state of things.

I've just come to the startling realization how dependent my life is on music. And I have zero musical ability.

But where would the musicians be without band-aids?

To quote Almost Famous...They don't even know what it is to be a fan. Y'know? To truly love some silly little piece of music, or some band, so much that it hurts. That just totally ( Read more... )

The White Album

is so fucking amazing.

In the charting of our hero's continuous and inevitable descent, he seems to have hit the end of the rolling hills, and is now taking the fast lane.

He forgets more and more every day.

Where he is.
Who we are.
And we remind him every day his wife died.

And he's picking up speed faster and faster every day.

I'm happy. And even though I feel really different about stuff, it's in a good way, I think.

I sound my barbaric yawp over the rooftops of the world.