March 7, 2025
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March 7th, 2025. Doc.
Doc signed my 1991 year book. “You’re special – whether you like it or not”. I haven’t processed this yet. I’ve been thinking a lot about the difference in mindset between visual and musical artists. Where I started and where I am. A huge part of understanding – or at least TRYING to understand –…
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March 5th, 2025. Good morning.
Nightmares. MAKING Kristen make eye contact with me. It means something. It means everything. It means *I* mean nothing. I’ve known it for a long time. I throw my glass in the sink and leave and snap awake because I know what she’s REALLY saying. Heather hiring the band she wants and I sit at…