contradiction

oh my.

as I write this, am sitting in a studio in LA working on some tunage. Rock. I am working with my guy's guitarist, who incidentally rocks out. Of course, my guy thinks it is good, as long as he and I are working on fetisch material. Which we kinda aren't.

So anyways kiddies, I am back. Back again. C is back. Tell your friends.

my hand is fucked up. it sucks. my dog hauled after another dog and I fell. Poop.

Dude this thing we are working on makes me cream my shorts. It is so sweet. Sorry. Heh.

Anyways, I will be back in town Wed morning.

My personal life - ups and downs. If we have gotten through what we have lately and still can say "I love you", we got nothing to worry about. And considering I went psycho the other day (no clue why) and he still told me that he never once thought of walking away from our relationship, that I complete him and that I am everything to him - that is some good shit, yo.

Music is going fantastic. I finished another piece. I am thinking of putting it on myspace although it isnt mixed. That, it all means nothing, and Cold. GOOD songs. Anybody particularly WANT me to put them up?

I still do not have gainful employment. Shitty. And poor. At least my rent check cleared.

Thank you so much to my buddy for hooking me up with a new membership. Otherwise my broke ass wouldn't be here.