The truth is, I'm not miserable. Everybody is broken in a sense, but it's at your lowest that you reconstruct yourself to be stronger for the next time around. A more stolid spirit. I'm not mad and I don't hate anyone. I'd be lying if I said the things that did bother me in life didn't cause loss of sleep and the killing of hours. But I honestly ( Read more... )

This isn't real. Nothing I do or say is real. THAT is what it boils down to. I have no idea anymore why I do any of the things that I do. I feel like I lack the capacity for so many idealistic aspects to life. I turned down this road today with no idea where it would lead me, I could have ended up anywhere and nowhere. But I ended up back home. I ( Read more... )

In Baltimore, on tour. It's New Year's eve and I am stuffed from a magnificent burrito. We had an ad in Revolver for our new album. So it's strange to open up a big time magazine to the fourth page and see my face. 2008 should be a big year. The current tour we are on has been good, the difference from being signed to a bigger indie label and ( Read more... )

Love! I shall not love, yet I'll still sing about it.

Christmas is too lonely.

I can't wait for my turn...

a body that held this spirit up for years can't make a phone call. damn. Gotta get it together and hope everything will be okay in the end.

I'm so good at forgetting and I quit every game I play...

So I'm back on the road...I slept for about 10 hours in the van and missed out on ATL, all of Tennessee, and most of Kentucky. When I woke up we were 40 miles away from Louisville. Then I ate some delectable cinnamon rolls and some sausage of the link kind and went back to bed. I think there is something wrong with me. Perhaps Chronic Fatigue ( Read more... )

Tae's crib = raw

Zissou = raw

3-D Vision = raw

Dazin = raw

Days Inn = raw

Island Grill = not raw

Basketball = raw

The only person that will probably read this because I never update my LJ = creep <3

Hey Heather

I'd give a twenty one gunshot salute with a toy rifle that you bought me but it won't shoot. And all is well because there's been one too many shots, the sterile robots want to talk to me about detox. Stop the presses, there's been an update delivered via 1:30 AM phone call when an only half-informative source talks discretely, MEET ME at the ( Read more... )