So hi there.
Dear John had been crossed out and replaced with Timothy. It's never good when your full name is used, my heart was already slumping and it made my eyes go wild. They skipped from word to word trying to piece together a sentence that I wanted to hear. I ignored the negatives so basically all I could make out were our names. It took three reads before I finally realised that I had, in fact, been dumped on a piece of paper. You can't tell a piece of paper 'hey don't do that, let's talk about this' and you can't ask it all the why questions that are suddenly flowing through your mind. Words can't express the damage that will bring to an ego, not to mention the tremendous guilt that I never saw her enough for her to tell me to face to face. It didn't help matters that a few weeks before I bought a place in New York. I sort of assumed, without asking, that'd she go with me. Her whole world revolves around England and why I thought she'd leave everything behind to live in a shitty two bedroom apartment is beyond me. I still own it but I'm in London now so I can give myself a chance to miss it. I feel like when I first got here (you know the first time nearly three years ago) except I feel a million years older. I won't be around all the time but I'll be around and that's what matters most I guess. Truth is I love her, I will always love her but sometimes people don't work together. The more you want it, the less it seems to come. Life is a prat.
Meltdown was a commercial failure which took a toll on me. Not because I had high expectations for it to go into the top ten but because when your album doesn't go that well, the record company gets on you. They nag you and they want another album straight away to erase the bad memory away. I can't write Free All Angels again, no one can call themselves a musician and just write the same shit over and over. Well, they can but they'd be a fucking liar. Right now I'm out of ideas and inspiration. I may be out of luck but I ain't out of money which is the only reason I'm back. Milk me dry, go on friends, do your worst.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY JONNY LEE MILLER. Sorry about jumping out of the cake to surprise you and causing you to fall and hit your head. I'm sure the concussion will heal soon and I hope that gash doesn't scar. I guess leaving the knife out to cut the cake was a really bad idea. I felt bad so I bought you a Get Well Soon card but I forgot to get you a birthday one. I will draw you one later, until then I will make some calls and see if Charlie Simpson will lend you his Tool shirt. Love led me back someday you just knew that, didn't you?
I ditched the friends only thing. If you want to read it, go ahead. I'm going to spend a lot of time throwing about my opinions on music and probably other topics of no interest to anyone. I'm just here to entertain the handful I love. So what did I miss?
Meltdown was a commercial failure which took a toll on me. Not because I had high expectations for it to go into the top ten but because when your album doesn't go that well, the record company gets on you. They nag you and they want another album straight away to erase the bad memory away. I can't write Free All Angels again, no one can call themselves a musician and just write the same shit over and over. Well, they can but they'd be a fucking liar. Right now I'm out of ideas and inspiration. I may be out of luck but I ain't out of money which is the only reason I'm back. Milk me dry, go on friends, do your worst.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY JONNY LEE MILLER. Sorry about jumping out of the cake to surprise you and causing you to fall and hit your head. I'm sure the concussion will heal soon and I hope that gash doesn't scar. I guess leaving the knife out to cut the cake was a really bad idea. I felt bad so I bought you a Get Well Soon card but I forgot to get you a birthday one. I will draw you one later, until then I will make some calls and see if Charlie Simpson will lend you his Tool shirt. Love led me back someday you just knew that, didn't you?
I ditched the friends only thing. If you want to read it, go ahead. I'm going to spend a lot of time throwing about my opinions on music and probably other topics of no interest to anyone. I'm just here to entertain the handful I love. So what did I miss?