Called Jason Laferrera -- settin' up studio time for my project, Multi. Woo! I get so high off of this stuff -- thank you Jon Sullivan for motivating my lazy ass.
The labels better beg at the end of this.
Not bloody likely, eh?
I e-mailed Missy about an idea I had of having a suicidegirls music compilation. A lot of the girls have projects/bands, and I think it would be a great way not only to promote the girls' music, but to promote the site as creatively focused. I want some feedback on what you guys think of this idea, and if you'd actually BUY a compilation if one were released.
I need to go over my brother, Adam's, and burn more of my songs onto disc. S-l-a-c-k-i-n. But not for long...
I just spilled ravioli all over my new purple plaid highwaters...some things never change...I am the world's biggest slob. And pig.
I am very in love with not being in love right now. I love it I love it I love it.
I need to call Walter -- he keeps leaving the most insanely funny messages on my machine. Sides, man I miss having sex.
Ok, I just got the Dune DVD and I'm fuckin' stoked. I'm ready to retire for the evening...well, until work. But I only have to go in for a few hours tonight -- to unload the truck -- peanuts and popcorn and condoms and phillies and catfood and dogfood and the entire extensive line of reeses products. (yeah, there are apparently a billion different ways to enjoy the combination of peanut butter and chocolate now -- who knew?)
Well...maybe I don't miss sex so much afterall. There are always the suicideboys, and my well-trained hand. And when I say well-trained, I mean WELL-TRAINED.
Went dancing at Godfrey's last night. Kyle got wasted and kept calling me "Bonelicious" -- is that not the most foul word you can imagine??!! Rocky's in her room puking -- she has some stomach virus. Ant needs to get home and give me the rent -- I'm sick of having to be the MOMMY around here.
My room is fucking clean clean clean. Puddy is 3 years old. And in his 3 years he hasn't chased his tail ONCE, until now?? WTF?! Why the sudden fascination. It's always been there! Holler is making tunnels in my new comforter AGAIN. He's never done this before recently. What makes this comforter ANY DIFFERENT? I do not understand why/how cats picks up new random habits. Ok, I need to go take Puddy outside. Traffic is calm, and he hates me unless I give him his daily dose of "freedom". He needs to stop eating grass though -- I think it's the adrenaline rush or something...
The labels better beg at the end of this.
Not bloody likely, eh?
I e-mailed Missy about an idea I had of having a suicidegirls music compilation. A lot of the girls have projects/bands, and I think it would be a great way not only to promote the girls' music, but to promote the site as creatively focused. I want some feedback on what you guys think of this idea, and if you'd actually BUY a compilation if one were released.
I need to go over my brother, Adam's, and burn more of my songs onto disc. S-l-a-c-k-i-n. But not for long...
I just spilled ravioli all over my new purple plaid highwaters...some things never change...I am the world's biggest slob. And pig.
I am very in love with not being in love right now. I love it I love it I love it.
I need to call Walter -- he keeps leaving the most insanely funny messages on my machine. Sides, man I miss having sex.
Ok, I just got the Dune DVD and I'm fuckin' stoked. I'm ready to retire for the evening...well, until work. But I only have to go in for a few hours tonight -- to unload the truck -- peanuts and popcorn and condoms and phillies and catfood and dogfood and the entire extensive line of reeses products. (yeah, there are apparently a billion different ways to enjoy the combination of peanut butter and chocolate now -- who knew?)
Well...maybe I don't miss sex so much afterall. There are always the suicideboys, and my well-trained hand. And when I say well-trained, I mean WELL-TRAINED.
Went dancing at Godfrey's last night. Kyle got wasted and kept calling me "Bonelicious" -- is that not the most foul word you can imagine??!! Rocky's in her room puking -- she has some stomach virus. Ant needs to get home and give me the rent -- I'm sick of having to be the MOMMY around here.
My room is fucking clean clean clean. Puddy is 3 years old. And in his 3 years he hasn't chased his tail ONCE, until now?? WTF?! Why the sudden fascination. It's always been there! Holler is making tunnels in my new comforter AGAIN. He's never done this before recently. What makes this comforter ANY DIFFERENT? I do not understand why/how cats picks up new random habits. Ok, I need to go take Puddy outside. Traffic is calm, and he hates me unless I give him his daily dose of "freedom". He needs to stop eating grass though -- I think it's the adrenaline rush or something...
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flux:
a music compilation sounds totally rad. it's a shame i have no talent.
le:
wow that was an amazing compliment! thank you, you're not so shabby yerself, miss. if you were near me i'd be burying my face in your dreads and smelling them! yum.