My Sister Has Great Boobs

I know I go on and on about my sisters band Phantogram... but if your sister was in an amazing band that was just featured in SPIN magazine wouldn't you? Still trying to get a job as their roadie, she says she'll hire me once they afford to sleep in places that don't have pissed stained mattresses...

Let Me Be Please

"I'm the one that's got to die when it's time for me to die. So let me live the way I want to." - Jimi Hendrix


I hate to make this blog all serious and shit.. because most of the time I don't take things seriously. I guess I am torn between what I feel I am suppose to do, and what I want to do. I want to be free, but is anyone really free? Am I running away from something or am I just being me? Who knows... My life has never been normal and I'm OK with that. After I ran off to Central American for a boy, I swore I would try and live as a normal of a life as I could... But then the gypsy in me keeps creeping back in, wondering what else is out there. Wanting not to belong to anything and go as I please... ahhhhh oh well. For now I will continue to drink my PBR's and smoke my menthol cigarettes, and sit in my cubicle...