Everything has rearranged. In (about) six weeks I'll be finishing final packing to move west. Minneapolis has been an amazing home. At one point I had built an amazing life here. It was more fulfilling than I could have ever planned. This city, and her brutal winters, has given me my most amazing memories. I leave it with a record, on vinyl, that I ( Read more... )

My new job is like constantly living in the Lucero cover of Jawbreaker's, "Kiss the Bottle." It's not a permanent solution, but it's a good change. Maybe, I should keep that idea rolling and stop hanging out with Aimee? Though, I really don't have to think about that for three weeks. Monday, she flies over seas until early August. I know it's an ( Read more... )

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So far this summer has found a new job, new routine, new journal, new songs, and a few new records from old familiar voices. I realized that I'm in the middle of a few reconstruction years, and that's exciting in such a terrifying way. Then again, I'm a Pisces. I've been playing a lot of solo shows at the shack. Most of them last minute, to the ( Read more... )

We promised each other three things, we created, to remember each other by. All I have are these songs about 10 years ago. So, I think I'm going to buy a map, write three letters about important places we've shared, and outline common paths with lyrics we both love ( Read more... )

Aimee and I have seven days left in this apartment. After that we move into separate places, and we end all romantic involvement. I've started packing finally, and this week I've got a lot more to get ready to move. At the moment my heart, and head, are calm. It's been a rocky three months. It's going to be a long winter, but I'm going to try my ( Read more... )

I've been spending far to much time worrying about things that have only happened in my mind. Twenty days. I also, get the impression that I've annoyed a few friends. One of them will be here in a week. I have to start packing this weekend into next week. I still remember the day we packed up her apartment into my van and brought it here. "What ( Read more... )

shit's going to be just fine.

I arrived home from Chicago at 7:52 AM. I had driven all night until my exhausted eyes blurred all of the lights into tracers. She was asleep on the bed, and I just watched her for a few minutes. We hadn't talked in a little over two days, and the week's prior conversations danced between hopeful and confusion. I went to sit on the couch and smoke ( Read more... )

today was fucked up. I was told something that crushed me. Aimee was the most honest and remorseful. I called my mom and asked to move home. I got a yes. I was suppost to move into a house with eric and tyler, but I found out tyler tried to do his, "lead singer hot bullshit," and she was drunk enough to fall for it. Maybe I'm fucked up, but I love ( Read more... )