So my phone died. I need everyone's number again.

713 962 9074. my number didn't change. give me a call or something.

I need to start keeping track of these things myself again.

So this Friday, I'm playing with my neighbors' bluegrass band, Moonshine Summit in the former Jellyphish Lounge. Fun music, surrounded by the usual party. It will also probably end in an open jam/request set. Give me a call if you want to come and I'll tell you where to go.

I'm going ahead and responding to Jesse here, in my own journal, because I realized that what I have to say to him, I want everyone to know. I'll probably tell you each this again when I talk to you, but here it is so there's no confusion ( Read more... )

So, if you wanna have some deeply personal conversation with me, or hash out any kind of differences, this is certainly not the forum to do it. If you care about my introspective ramblings and general time passing nonsense, read this journal. Post your own, even. Otherwise, pick up a fucking telephone.

I rarely use this to talk about how good everything's going anymore. So while I'm feeling in an optimistic mood, here it is ( Read more... )

Just when I got everything all fucking figured out, right, something comes along and fucks it all up ( Read more... )

My world just got a lot sadder. I miss you already, Sissa ( Read more... )

LiveJournal's so depressing. Lighten up.

I should be sleeping but I decided to stay up and blow bubbles at the ceiling. Aha.

My new house is awesome. So much like home already.

Sorry everybody I've been neglecting. I've been busy, and I just got to get my shit together. Don't know what to tell you.

I should be playing music right now.

String Cheese Incident is the greatest band of their time. I can't wait until I get to see the family they created again.

I never realized how important companionship is to me. Until right now.

Life is about to suck for real.

I miss you guys.

Woo! Horning's Hideout!

I am changed forever.

Ah. I'm happy again.