i'm sad to leave.

i won't do it. but i have stories. damn, this is the craziest week of my life. and i played a grand last night at this studio that does jingles for mcdonalds and hallmark. this piano cost 45K. i felt bad saying fuck in front of it and putting fingerprints on it. oh jesus. i was smiling for the rest of the night.

this place is so awesome. we got the tymps today, we're getting the vibes tomorrow and the grand tomorrow night. i think i'm gonna faint. and chicago. . .nice place. . .theres a whole foods down the street. . .

chances are 586 i might be bored this week 321 so call me and i'll tell you how bored i am 8819. and then you could come to chicago (sarah) and take pictures? that would be awesome.

i had this dream last night about the vibraphone mallets i bought yesterday. i think they yielded magical powers.

how will i function with no word of the day for one

just when i thought i was too good. can't stop. :) chicago tomorrow and i still have to pack.

yay. angie called, we're going on our walk and then i'll convince her to go see new york minute which won't be hard cause we're equally obsessed with the olsen twins.

i've had the boringest weekend except when angie and i went and saw mean girls it was so funny i thought i would piss myself. now i don't have practice till like 7 potentially not at all and i'm so bored. i want to see troy, anyone? huh?? my parents are gone and i've been sitting around all weekend. tv, computer, piano, cycle. i did write a few ( Read more... )

i've felt like a hypocrite for the last 2 somethin years so i'm back.

anybody want some shoes and purses?

. . .can i make a come back? yeah ( Read more... )

it was the best of times, it was the worst of time. blgfdlkkkkj

little homie perched over a boombox. he's got one mad stache. should be going to the stick tonight to talk business. too tired.

recording with the pop project this weekend, that will be fun.
bap on saturday, wait sarah and tins, who were the first four? we should get vip section.