Ryan Adams this week was absolutely glorious, even if he is a complete weirdo in person (he congratulated me on my bone structure? Thanks? And felt Marc's guitarist calluses. I don't know) and it was nice to have a bit of a field trip with Marcus before we are lovingly threatening to kill one another for the next 8 weeks. Wig's ears are mostly ( Read more... )

Wellllllllllllll, fuck me.

I fell asleep like twenty fucking seconds into the movie Joey and I were going to watch - after I bailed on going to see that Hendrix exhibit on Saturday. What a stellar girlfriend. HEY you just started this amazing job doing what you love and wanted to go out and celebrate cause I haven't seen you all week, but come over ( Read more... )

Oh god. Oh god.

Oh god.

Jon has talked me into a great many things in my life: Asking Karl Lagerfield at Fashion Week what box number his hair colour is, buying those fake blood capsules to get us out of meetings we didn't want to take (you'd be surprised how many people fail to question a spontaneous stigmata...) and working for this silly paper mag ( Read more... )

Sigh. On paper, the week seemed mint. In reality...haha I have no idea what happened.

Tonight I saw the movie "I Am Love" with Dan and...jesus. Jones, you had the right idea by apparently refusing to go for this. For you less fortunate, and for shits & giggles, here is the synopsis I was given beforehand and still agreed to see it:

This dreamy, ( Read more... )

Band practice. Walk the dog. Band practice. Go to work. Band practice. Pretend to sleep. Band practice. Band practice. Band practice ( Read more... )

First day at Sugar Ape tomorrow. Almost a year to the day from my last day at Sugar Ape.

Then I ran away and thought I'd never come back, but here we are. I am tired. I am exhausted, and I am done lying about my life. Standing behind a glass wall, deciding if it's better to stay here and be detached, or let go. I'm choosing to smash through and ( Read more... )

Nothing exciting as of late, especially compared to last weekend. Unemployed, and loving it, but sorta bored? Too much time to myself I guess. Been workin on Pip's birthday prezzie and trying to find a suitable replacement for some busted up equipment ( Read more... )

I think I went from nomad to normal too quickly. On the way out, I couldn't get out of Hoxditch fast enough. Out of London, out of England; didn't think twice taking advantage of my savings to rent a place on the other side of the world where no one would find me. I have no idea what made me come back. Well, the paycheque at IDM miiiiight have been ( Read more... )

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