Sing me to sleep.
It's 12:51.

This is Marchel bandfretting.
Practice this weekend ma petits?

I'm at Suzie's house, and it is so hot, we got outside to cool off. The air conditioner is broken. I am swimming in a pool of my own sweat. It is death. Agh... The air conditioner man is going to fix it hopefully, and even more hopefully, little MICHELLE is coming over today, and she will take our minds off of this unbearable heat ( Read more... )

Back from NC.
Working on hot licks. I promise.
Band practice next week sometime? (Must return new cable to Musicians Friend, therefore must leave time for them to give me a new one. ARG to bad equipment!)
The hot licks will not be effected/affected by this minor annoyance.

I feel very... recycled today. Unoriginal not in the sense that I'm nothing new but in the sense that I'm made from something that's already been used, and when it was overused, they decided to put something else together. I feel boring and tired and... like a carnival after hours. I feel like, no matter what I do or what is done, I'm spinning my ( Read more... )

I've not written in a long, long time. But I totally will because I feel very, very happy. I'm happy because we went to the Faint/Bright Eyes concert. I'm happy because it was fucking awesome and ten times better than I expected. I'm happy because I realize now that, in many ways, I am not an island. I'm happy because of the potential that I have, ( Read more... )

Je deteste Suzie and Michelle.

RAWR.

Muthafuckas. I tried to find porn to attack Suzie with, but Michelle was afraid, so I turned back.

Bucket ( Read more... )

So, today, I've been allowed to spend time out of mind with Suzie. We miss Michelle but she's on a band trip until tomorrow. It's supersuper windy outside ( Read more... )

Aujourd'hui est le jour. I hate it, but it is ( Read more... )