time for hellos, goodbyes, and all the biggest pretty things.

yikes, i haven't typed into you for a while. i had a birthday though. it was a lot of fun, mostly puncuated by some really great moments that are too big and full of life to even put on here. all the weight of my life lately would just pound the floor on it's way out. It's just for me. but i can talk about some fun things. i had to work for a lot of days leading up to my b-day, but was off the day after. the night before sarah and i killed a bottle of wine while watching the oc, than had meredith drive us to get another one, which we also layed to rest. The next day was lots of fun cause i was running on not much sleep, and was pretty giddy. that night i went to jacobs and met up with sarah and the dudes and proceded to rage not too hard, but enough. I kept my shit together pretty well actually. I did happen to spend a few minutes on a bathroom floor, but it was in the name of fun, and thats that, mattress man. The next day was tons of fun. and i'm not talking about a good deal of it. it's not for everyone. we've got it all(most). man, i love that song title, i would love it if i had written that. alas, it was one issac brock. but yeah, fun birthday. thanks for spending it with me. it would have just been another day without you. The first show of my side project is coming up next weekend. it is going to be at crush and we are opening for death in graceland. it is a new incarnation called "balcony". It should be great, and i'm excited to be playing in a band with patrick. You will get to hear some brand new songs, and be entertained by a guy who knows how to hold a guitar! So you should show up. the rain has been keeping it's promise lately. It's not bumming me out during the day, but at night it's soundtracking the whole night. Just pounding the part hanging over bricks. it's too loud to think, but i'd rather it be that way with the hours we've been keeping. every window open. every door unlocked. they are all hanging open. yeah, all their hinges are dry and screaming with every swing. yeah the table is wet with mistakes. the radio is on. it has been for days. only one album has played. i can't get away from it. maybe for reasons i know too well. maybe i love our death machine. baby, i love our death machine.