I've got holes in almost every pair of pants and man are they huge. My crotches are almost out of existence.


Right now I'm at Ron Gallo's working on the album cover for their album rerelease into the wild, but the paint's gotta dry.
I've been completely worn out, but I've gotten a shit load of good karma in just the past week.
My computer, which had 2000 dollars worth of repairs done, was fixed for free.
I hung out backstage at the Man Man show in Philadelphia and it was just fucking awesome.
I'm doing this cover.

And somehow, god fucking knows how, guys are coming out of the woodwork. I can name like 5 or 6 guys that are interested in me. What the fuck. When did this happen. But I think it's only like this because I'm keeping to my work and they aren't getting to know me or anything. I mean, shit, it's kind of nice for once, but.
I don't have time for them right now. Unless if they did something that actually made me care. But nup.

Christ, am I tired. Back to painting, I suppose.