ahhhhhh!
It’s funny how when I needed to learn how to cook a few things, the universe saw fit to deprive me of a microwave. When will the microwave be delivered? no one knows, and so we’re making quesadillas, baby. I don’t care if it’s not much, man, because it’s a lot more than I was cooking just weeks ago, the Hungry Man that I am. I can use the oven and the stove.
It makes me tear up…everything. Not because i’m sad about any of it, because it’s real and I’m happy about it, and I have no idea how it all worked out that way. Accidentally learning how to make music that sounds as good or better than I've ever made, writing every day, making weird videos…being alive.
oh yeah, and one of my five favorite band’s new record is absolute fire. Go listen to the new Hot Water Music album “Vows”.
all of these factors together at once, bro, I've been crying tears of joy all fucking Monday morning. I could have died a few months ago, right before shit got as good as it did. what the fuck? I can’t even write about it without continually falling apart, and allowing myself to.
i’m sorry I don’t have a longer post for this, I need to just have my good cry, it’s beautiful.
