today wasn't exactly new years eve, 1999. aside from band practice 3 to 5, i sat on my ass all day. working on the new perfect circle site, the new gethurt.com, a site for a musician/artist out in sd, and some bells and whistles on a site for this band prizefighter here in philadelphia. they're pretty cool. just recorded a cd... they do a pretty cool version of unsung (by helmet, you noobs). so... work,work,work,work,work,work,work,work,work,work,work,work,work,work,work,work,work,work,work,work,work,dork,work,work,work.
and back to it.
and back to it.
Although wet eyes would never suit you
Walk through no archetypal suicide
Die young is far too boring these days