Nov 16, 2007 23:03
i guess things are okay. i don't know. i did some stuff with my wife's dad, which was cool. i've gotten to do more traveling with her family than any of the bands i've worked with.
i'm still worried and no, you can't tell me not to. i've heard the words, "i promise to come home soon" too many times only to end up waiting over a year for her to decide it's time.
billynda, if you even bother reading this, i miss you. i know your world's screwed up right now, but whose isn't? i mean, for real, everybody has something fucked up going on in their lives somewhere. we just have to deal with it as it comes.
apple, i miss you ass, too. your stay in new york wasn't long enough. i hate seeing some places around here for the same reasons you do. i can't blame you for leaving, but the city's not the same without you ladies here.
ladies. when the fuck did we grow up. sometimes it feels like a few lifetimes. sometimes it feels like just last night, i was wondering how the hell these two little kids got into cbgb's without i.d.
yesterday's just another day
the sun's not going to rise in a new place
to rise a different way
to shine upon your tortured face