roughly an hour ago, the most frightening thought crossed my mind: i'm the most balanced/least fucked up person in my family. honestly, i don't know if i can handle the pressure. i mean, if i crack, who's going to glue everything back together?
anyways, i'm making the trip north to see my little brother solo on saturday. a 10 hour drive with nothing but winding roads, coffee, cigarettes, and 8 new albums worth of music loaded on my ipod.
ciao.
anyways, i'm making the trip north to see my little brother solo on saturday. a 10 hour drive with nothing but winding roads, coffee, cigarettes, and 8 new albums worth of music loaded on my ipod.
ciao.
my sister goes to school out where you are. Oakland i think it's called.
and well, things always work out. help comes from the strangest places when we crack, at times.