In Which Jell-o makes everything just a bit better.
I had my muthafucking Strawberry jello last night after work.
I feel a bit better.
My mother wants me to move back to Ottawa, simply because My uncle has a job lined up for me which pays $12 for doing pretty much the same damn thing I've been doing. I really don't want to move back, it's my LAST option. I'd feel like, the world got to me, and I had to crawl back under mom's skirt. Not without a fight.
And I finished my first song with Garageband last night, vocals and all. Which, was a pain in the ASS, i must say, but also kind of fun.
I feel a bit better.
My mother wants me to move back to Ottawa, simply because My uncle has a job lined up for me which pays $12 for doing pretty much the same damn thing I've been doing. I really don't want to move back, it's my LAST option. I'd feel like, the world got to me, and I had to crawl back under mom's skirt. Not without a fight.
And I finished my first song with Garageband last night, vocals and all. Which, was a pain in the ASS, i must say, but also kind of fun.