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My label fucking hates me now.
And I'm worried about Jun. Poor thing is losing it, I can tell. -
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Hey, looks like I won't have to sing on stage after all. Score. Even if I was looking forward to singing with Justine. -
New list of crap because I can't remember to save my fucking life
I almost want to call it "Memory Like a Colander." Since that's how I've fucking been while writing it ( Read more... ) -
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Hey Chaz- I wanted to know if you wanted to help me out with a couple of songs?
And for the rest of Secrets- my previous entanglements have taken a break for a little bit so I'm all yours. -
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Christ on a fucking cracker, why do they keep going for the jaw? And the ribs. It's the same damn places over and over again. Get some creativity people ( Read more... ) -
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Mel, stop trying to get me to go on tour with you. It is never going to happen. Besides, I'm a busy man.
And you're not getting me up on stage.
On an unrelated note- do I really sound like I'm from Jersey? Or New York or whatever? -
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If it's not one thing it's another. I kind of forgot I was High Prince. I'd kind of like to go back to forgetting.
Hey Assika, I was wondering if you guys were interested in doing more than that one song with me. Just for fun. -
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It won't leave my goddamn head. But I don't know what the fuck I'm doing with it yet.
Do you see me, sitting here ( Read more... ) -
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Justine, stop eating that banana or I'm going to forget that our daughter is up and come over there myself.
Evil woman. Temptress. -
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Just mostly for my own reference. Now that I've got to split 'em, or whatever, I'm not sure if all these will make it or not ( Read more... )