one of the places I was couch surfing burned down with a bunch of my posessions inside. Mostly clothes and miscellaneous items, but also all my gear, and my rig, and my bass.
Life forced a big shit into my mouth these past few months and it just keeps coming.
currently lamenting over a time where I actually felt cute.
I miss my beard and my glasses.
pretty soon, some friends of mine and I are going to start doing a podcast that has no real centralized theme, (at least for now) but seems to be us picking a random thing and seeing how much we know about it. I am really looking forward to it because it gives me something creative to look forward to, and its essentially just hanging out and talking about snails. every idea going into it is pretty loose.
so if anyone has a suggestion and wants to hear me talk about anything for a half hour to an hour, let me know.
Idk, it probably sounds really dumb but I’m excited.
the paint shop at my job has a poster of an alien grinding down a staircase on rollerblades. #therawestshitiveeverseen #raw
there are no new projects to complete at my job so I am hiding out in the bathroom. talk to me or something so I can make time go by quick. ask me shit, I don’t really care.
edit: friends are rough to come by. I feel like i am missing out on like-minded friendships. not enough vegan, not enough straight edge, not enough positive people.
Received this today from @chainletter, thank you so so much dude you rule! Go check out their music it’s the ultimate sad skramz (cursesct.bandcamp.com) 💀
dope friend, saying nice things, supporting my art.
let me sleep on your floor and cook food in your kitchen. I’m an alright house guest.
I do dishes.
I’ll come prepared with jokes.