i wish i could describe the feeling that's "owning" me these days. i want to say that I feel locked in and caged, but those are the wrong words. i think it's an overwhelming feeling of longing for something else, to be somewhere else - im really not sure. i know a lot of my entries have been music-related and about the upcoming cd and such, and ( Read more... )

back from peterborough. was a fun trip for the most part. a lot of lazing around. it's not that exciting of a city, really. and being there for the fourth time sort of solidified that fact. anyway, took some alright pictures, ate a lot of pizza, drank some beer, and played a fun show last night. after the gig we decided just to drive straight ( Read more... )

people are fucking ridiculous.

ok. nearing the end of the school year. about a month left, and actually, it's a month until i record the disc. exciting times, i suppose. but privy to that, not much excitement. was downtown yesterday to meet with the guys at the bar about design/advertising work - went alright. lot of stuff to work on, so that's good. jammed with kev again ( Read more... )

went to the kygc video release party last night w. ward. had a really, really good time just sitting there and taking the music. ward and i barely get the chance to hang out anymore, given our schedules and such, but nevertheless, was a great time. didn't overindulge, which I was proud of myself for. afterwards, we got some 'za and headed home ( Read more... )

my days have been spent listening to the sea snakes record over and over again. the track, which ill assume is called "little haunted houses", is absolutely brilliant - i shoud look into the title, but the cd packaging is hiding from me. i havent finished counting to ten yet, so i cant go looking for it ( Read more... )

im trying so hard. i really am. trying to make things better in my life, but it's like i get halfway through the tunnel and realize that there is no exit. just keep going in the dark until you cant see the light you came from and then there's a wall with condensation and nothing else. the road beneath feels like beanbags, and all your senses are ( Read more... )

what a night. march 2. included running around between venues. talking about butt plugs with craig cardiff. flirting with young girls. drinking the water out of my body. missing the last bus home. mcdonald's runs for meals and sundaes and straws. chappelle show. sleeping on a futon above the bars. vanilla coke in the a.m. bussing home and ( Read more... )

can's been opened. wide. guts spilled out on the counter, dripping onto the floor. no one's going to clean it up. no one wants to deal with the mess. it's just going to stain the counter and cupboards and thats all thats left. there's that empty can, though. no one cares about it, though. it's empty - what use is it to them, really? there's ( Read more... )

hahahahahha. sleep. riiiiiight.