Outside of Tim's house, he has a lemon tree.
My camera broke, I'm taking pictures from my MacBook photobooth.
So today we are off to San Jose, we've been playing gigs every night for last 2 weeks, we have one more week to go. This tour has been the best part of my life making me realize how lucky I am to be able to go round countries meeting great people through music. I slept in a random people's house last night (@ 6 in the morning). All the PRE were separated last night, John and Robin went back to Vice Cooler's house, me and Kev was at ben & bailey's house party and stayed up till 6am. I woke up and saw where I stayed at for the first time, (I was too wasted that I just walked into someone's house "not the house where we partied" and fell asleep there so I didn't see the room at all)Then we all met up at Tim, Jeff Mae Shi's brother's house and had a nice breakfast. We made waffles, It's Robin's birthday today. Happy Birthday Robin. X


Turtle bread

In the van, this is Holy Molar CD. I love their song called
My Saturday Night Fever Turned Into A Sunday Morning Rash
My Saturday Night Fever Turned Into A Sunday Morning Rash
I’m turned off. That repression bit’s jazzercized my provocative thesis: Your ass is grass! In fact you’re dead all ready, jerk off! Those mental mechanisms are just rusty cars traffic gridlocked in yourself-dazzling presumptuosness. Yawn! Isn’t it just so weird? Fascinating. The more you ask the less I know. Ancient functions get reprogrammed. Tomorrow sex is just a stab for nostalgia and agendas for the future are just a twitch to rumble arousal hopes surpass audience attendance: The fees of ears for fucking.











