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sea wall is good.

bob and i drink wine.

emily and i spin records and we are very good at it.

writing songs about revenge get me real fired up.

its due to the fact that one half of me is a bitter, cold, spiteful person.

a man who doesnt recognize his own son, whos come to kill him.

that shits instant classic.

so i get to say fuck you to starbucks. nice. its record writer time.

me and emily are gonna build a fort and rock and roll in it.

tony is a good roommate.

sammy stays here now, due to the intense amount of music writing. jeez louise.

i like seeing old friends. a lot.

"i love confrontation, its probably my favorite thing in the world." = mike bachta.

i hate waking up without a shirt, still in my jeans, and not knowing how i got there.

i cant wait to be writing this record every day. everything ive done musically up to this point will pale in comparrison to this record.

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wisconsin is an unsafe place

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new wax on radio songs make me happy. writing and playing with my band is the fulcrum that balances the rest of my life.

the amount of time i spend with my mind floating around somewhere else amazes me.

all the regulars at my work think im always stoned.

what a shitty observation to make.

whatever, i found my one in a million.

my life consists of waves of emotional extremities followed by what i feel is a some what foolish sense of optimism.

somber and optimistic.

i draw from it and foolishly hope it wont dry up.

everyone dries up eventually.

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