March 2nd, 2008.
A good farewell. Friday night I worked my way around a couple of my friends’ shows. I rarely get to go see other people’s music and even rarer is the
November 11th, 2004.
Watching the Matrix. Eating stuffing. Life’s good. Ooh, here’s the sexy bit. This was written to me a couple of nights ago: “Was reading some of your journal. Interesting. but