My nose hurts, like someone did cocaine to it, but nobody has. It just hurts. It's a thick dry slate of mild pain. Argh. My guitar sits with strings flung off of it. Currently it's totally useless, as I have no idea how to remove the pegs on the guitar. I could probably research it, but instead I popped off the plastic nuggins on the black thing, which only makes things more difficult.
"Heathers" is a good movie. Very Seattle. I kept on expecting a cameo performance by Alice in Chains or one of the earlier drummers of Nirvana.
I have the fear. It's boiling and coming down all around me like the layer of oil above my head in the movie theatre. The time I went with Farrell, it changed my life it did.
Posted by matty-b at January 8, 2004 11:27 PM