watching this daily:
stoked to play RP outside of the confines of my apartment REALLY LOUDLY the other night. (forever a 15 year old Mitch Harris worshiping boy)
stoked that Bill and i are lifers.
stoked that i have 9 more weeks of studio time and digging through my books has left me with a pile of images to print and experiment with. (maybe not so stoked that i always go back to nature or the occult. move on.)
stoked to open myself up to trades with people again. you like what i do, i like what you do, let's work something out. i miss that and printing for tattoos sounds solid to me.
stoked to see Canadian Riffle again. new songs are kinda grim and gave me the warm & fuzzies.
stoked on the gypsy knockout being totally nonchalant with a panther on my leg.
stoked to get out of town, if even to Rockford. thrift store voyages and hangs with Wes.
stoked that December is over and with that the setting of the longest, deepest, most motivation-sucking dark days i've had in years.
stoked to get back to the gym and get rid of the flub those days packed on.
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