Ok its getting extremely witchy up in here--as it should be getting--I wish i could burn candles but i burned them already and i need my own space before i start getting serious work done. baaaaahh---loose endz and shit....whatever happened to Scott Weiland? velvet revolver, yeah yeah, but
what is going on? baaaahh
I am focusing on something very cool--but it must not rule me---i need to focus on work, my image, as crack as that sounds, it's fucking truth, and my own space. then other things--unless they just pop into the scenery--which would be tubular, but, hey...im just glad to be sitting with my kittie and spying on the guy who lives in the building across the street,
