Everything feels positive currently. Art Invasion is coming along better than I thought it was. Our live feed for our class is on Friday, and I think it will be fun. I play music all the time, again. I missed falling asleep with a guitar, and she is a much gentler mistress than others that have come before. I do want, but I would cease to be human ( Read more... )

Summer is here. I am building a darkroom. Go figure ( Read more... )

Indiana felt strange this time around. I didn't leave a car. I came home to more than 300,000 people marching toward me on Colombus Drive.

Grandma and Uncle Brian. She is lonely. He is dead. I miss them both.
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My brain left earth for the afternoon. I've been thinking intensly for the past few days, and have arrived at some conclusions. I'm just waiting for them to come back to me ( Read more... )

Its official. I'm off to England the twentieth of June for a few weeks with Ellyn and company. April is grey. May will be jealous.

Reorganized frequencies and mulled paper.

I'm playing a show tomorrow. Call me if you want to come and I'll give you directions.

I don't think I can take another death this year. Four in four months. My Grandpa passed away on Tuesday. I am in Indiana again. I am worried about my family and my Grandma and the Art Carnival. I miss my Grandpa already. He used to call me on Wednesdays. We missed it by a day. Sometimes its all you can do to keep going.

What do you want for them?

Attatchments and the chill of an old, ill-insulated apartment permeate this day. A stolen iPod and a black eye later, Chris is sleeping of his bad-news-blues. He gave me a really sweet letter for Christmas. I have to say that through all this nonsense we have been through in the past (almost) three years, as well as some of the best times, he has ( Read more... )

How many songs: 6021 ( Read more... )