Kill Your Family

That means jewelry.

I purchased two new instruments today. One of which is a Jew’s Harp, the other is a melodica. It’s difficult to play the fucking Jew’s Harp with a ring in my lip. I need a stud or something.

I also wrote a new song last week. It’s a pretty little three-verse number about stuff and things. Sad, hints at death. You know, stuff cute girls with cute outfits like.

No big deal, no big deal at all.

I have to sleep and plan an adventure for Friday. I’m hanging out with my friend Stoya, who I haven’t seen in too long. (What’s up with chicks and no cars in this town? I’m over driving as it is.) We should go somewhere cold, though we probably won’t. This shit weather is killing us both. It’s not even Summer yet and we’re melting & sweating. We should be in Berlin or Seattle right now. I need a place where weather can be an acceptable reason to stay inside and read, lay about, work on music and fake it through the day.

I’m going to sleep soon. These lines from an Elliot Smith just came on: “But I don’t care if I fuck up, I’m going on a date with a rich white lady. Ain’t life great? Give me one good reason not to do it.”

Yeah, give me one good reason and “because we love you,” just isn’t good enough, now is it?