I want to watch into the wild, with a glass of coffee, and enjoy a nice massage. But I suppose that’s why they’re called dreams.
Some people cry and some people die by the wicked ways of love, but I just keep rolling along with the praise from the lord above.
I need a girlfriend who I can talk to about physics, a girl who would play guitar while I play banjo, who enjoys Stanley Kubric, Martin Scorsese, and Darren Aronofsky. A girl who could discuss the works of Ralph Emerson, Thomas Paine, and John Locke, all while we travel the world, decrypting it’s enigmatic existence.
Rereading some old books
Mein Kampf, The Art of War, Fear and Loathing, and The Rum Diary.
I’m so confused by this right now…
Mackenzie just texted me and said that she heard you’re fine… But everyone else says you’ve passed away…
Either way, I know your grandparents need so much prayer right now.
Guys, I know I don’t know even a portion of you guys, but this is my friend Jaleel. Monday night he was hit by a car going 65mph. The impact broke his leg, all of his ribs, made both of his lungs collapse, and did a great deal of brain damage.
It is uncertain right now if he has passed or not because of mixed communications from different people, but please keep him and his family in your prayers. They need it :(
Getting together with some friends to write some music. Time to put my practice to work.
Badass party last night, and a pool party tonight. This year looks promising.
Life is like a hurricane, here in Duckburg. Race cars, lasers, aeroplanes. It’s a duck blur. Might solve a mystery, or rewrite history. Duck Tales, ooh hoo! Everyday they’re out there making, Duck Tales, ooh hoo! Tales of daring do bad and good, luck tales, ooh hoo! When it seems they’re headed for the final curtain, cool deduction never fails, that’s for certain. The worst of messes, become successes. Duck Tales, ooh hoo!
