10.08.01 :: 8:17 pm

Blistered my fingers all over again learning Strokes songs on my busted guitar. I forgot how much fun rocking out could be.

I am a big dork but some days I think it would just be easier to live the band life. To at least know that's what I'm good at. And the love and adoration of thousands wouldn't be so bad either.

Fuck it. I surrender to the makeup folding carton artwork and hope one day the book will write itself because these days it's hard to get motivated while surrounded by cruise missile mania.

Float me on an air mattress seaward two months ago; that's where I belong.

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