isn't it funny how the promises we made will never see the light of day?
sugar rush. too many neccos. going crazy. i need to get down to that fucking darkroom this instant. it should be 24 HOUR USAGE. i have been sitting here playing with the devil (myspace) for like an hour. all i want to do is stop going to school and start touring. i've got my camera all wrapped up in a silk leopard print hankerchief. i've got so much going on that i can barely sleep at night for fear that i'll just burst with anticipation. everything pales in comparison to making music. everything pales next to being on the road. or i should be so lucky. i can't wait. (i need it like water in my lungs.)