There’s no place like home. Fun fact, thats been my security question for years on all my online sites. It’s been quite refreshing to be home this past week or so and breathe again. Got my head back above water and below again. Lived on the beach tasting the salt in my teeth. Played music with a bunch of different friends down here just to play and full around. Judged the Atticus battle of the bands finale. Cooked fish and steaks with my dad. Picked my mum up from the airport back from her trip to Hong Kong. Ate so much Chipotle, sue me. Night prowled, movie hoped, donut taken, cake bakin’. Caught up on some cool new shows. Worked on Blew. Thought about how crazy life is with all its un-expected twists and turns. I think it’s so insane how as humans we can always want such extreme lifestyles. But on the flip side i can want two. Half of me wants what i’ve always wanted, to share myself, my art, my life, and everything i know with as many people as possible. Be in the public eye and make a living off of doing what i love more than anything. Then on the B-side i dream of owning a shell stand on the beach in a country far away and living the simple life by the water with a family and friends. I guess that’s what makes me such a day dreamer. No one says i can’t have both though right? I’m so excited for what comes next. I have so many ideas all the time and things i want to do. The more ideas i have and the more they come to life the more excited i get about just that. Everyone enjoy the rest of your weekend, also, don’t ever be afraid to make plans. It’s nice to have things to look forward too.

Finally, I was just the guy to get off the carousel half way through the ride. Doesn’t matter when i get off if i own the theme park. I can ride anytime i want. And there’s no height restriction on this one.

“Shit, nothing makes sense, so I won’t think about it. I’ll go with the ignorance. I am full of indifference. Taste. I have no taste. I don’t like these tiny portions with your artful abortions of sound, sealed with a kiss, slathered in the sauce sarcastic. So go choke on your irony. The futile, it outweighs the beautiful.”