buzz core
just a second ago I finished consuming the following:
1 slice of sourdough bread
1 slice of dave's killer seed bread
abouttt uhhhh 1/2 a cup of hummus?
1 carrot
1 kashi TLC granola bar (It's nice to bring food to work for lunch, I'm really tired of the same thing everyday.)
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I'm getting lazy. no no no, I'm just chilling out often.
My bike is motionless. My legs are slow. slowly leaving.
just go ahead and call me corny when I pick up a bike trainer sooner or later.
I don't give a FUCK! being in pain and sweating and breathing heavily makes me feel wonderful.
I think we should make a small gym in the bottom of our house.
Then, when Jerry JR moves in we can wake him up in the morning with "uhhhhhhhhhgggggh!! yeah!!! " UHHH! "....put on like twenty more dude" "oh dude looks at my arms' hahh" .
actually that would be lame. I just want to ride my bike and when it is really gross outside I can just do it inssssied.e
I've been feeling really good lately but I also have this little pouch of anxiety that I'm dragging around, I think it's my creative godmother telling me "do something, you piece of shit!" and I want to. I want to write more new music. I want to make music with new people, with a new person. I need to do this. Last night alligators talked with a couple of guys that might be helping us out in the business dealings world of music. Since we've all played music together it's tough to stay focused, especially on things like getting good shows, promoting our band, etc. if someone else is doing these things, we can really do what we want to, which is make more and better music. Love coming out of me every way, hitting your sun spots.
I'm staying in Olalla tonight. homecooked meal, coffee, piano to play on, guitar to strum, weird african instruments, maybe a movie. I like my parents. I even love them. But I don't really understand them.. never have. I will make it a goal right now to complete a song tonight at my parents'. lyrics + music. ah shit, now I just need a teacher behind my forcing me to complete this song. gonna have to use me imagination.
I'm babbling. working at the ymca does this to me.
out.
1 slice of sourdough bread
1 slice of dave's killer seed bread
abouttt uhhhh 1/2 a cup of hummus?
1 carrot
1 kashi TLC granola bar (It's nice to bring food to work for lunch, I'm really tired of the same thing everyday.)
00))))))))))))))))00***************0000))))****))**00)))**00))0****)000****0)00)000**))**)***)*)00**)
I'm getting lazy. no no no, I'm just chilling out often.
My bike is motionless. My legs are slow. slowly leaving.
just go ahead and call me corny when I pick up a bike trainer sooner or later.
I don't give a FUCK! being in pain and sweating and breathing heavily makes me feel wonderful.
I think we should make a small gym in the bottom of our house.
Then, when Jerry JR moves in we can wake him up in the morning with "uhhhhhhhhhgggggh!! yeah!!! " UHHH! "....put on like twenty more dude" "oh dude looks at my arms' hahh" .
actually that would be lame. I just want to ride my bike and when it is really gross outside I can just do it inssssied.e
I've been feeling really good lately but I also have this little pouch of anxiety that I'm dragging around, I think it's my creative godmother telling me "do something, you piece of shit!" and I want to. I want to write more new music. I want to make music with new people, with a new person. I need to do this. Last night alligators talked with a couple of guys that might be helping us out in the business dealings world of music. Since we've all played music together it's tough to stay focused, especially on things like getting good shows, promoting our band, etc. if someone else is doing these things, we can really do what we want to, which is make more and better music. Love coming out of me every way, hitting your sun spots.
I'm staying in Olalla tonight. homecooked meal, coffee, piano to play on, guitar to strum, weird african instruments, maybe a movie. I like my parents. I even love them. But I don't really understand them.. never have. I will make it a goal right now to complete a song tonight at my parents'. lyrics + music. ah shit, now I just need a teacher behind my forcing me to complete this song. gonna have to use me imagination.
I'm babbling. working at the ymca does this to me.
out.