My hotel room is a battlezone.
Our show at Martini Ranch fucking sucked.
Our show at Pink went well though.
My memory fails me frequently, and it sucks because I don't have any vices left to blame it on except laying waste to anyone ever in my personal life.
My girlfriend is awesome sauce.
We can't decide where to do the release party, but I'm pretty sure we're gonna make it the damn W Hotel Scottsdale, just to spite people.
Having new brakes makes me feel safer.
I really hope my new place has internet I can steal from the neighbors.
I'm very happy I pay Blackberry insurance, because I'm about to turn this bad boy in.
Saturdays=Youth
Yes, I do have an escape plan, it involves a decompression period where I stare out the window in Hawaii for 3 months+ and then rejoin humanity.
We picked up our cd today.
I reaffirmed today that the illusion is worth SOOO much, and keeping the illusion alive is a battle worth fighting. That scared me until I got into a conversation about how perception is all relative and non-existent anyway.
My college was filled with idiots, but I still miss college.
The most satisfying thing I do in my life is right formal grievance letters. I should have just gone to law school.
I blame women.
