I am living in music. Blazing guitars. Breathing a drumbeat.

Or is that too abstract?

I am feeling good. Minor squiggles won't get me down. The bags are packed, the family leaves tomorrow. Almost a week on my own. With my best girl at my side. On the computer. We need some alone time. If the sun would stay away then everything would be almost perfect in a sinister way.
and I don't mean left-handed
I have nothing more to add. Apart from the fact that if you bring drugs and alchohol then you're invited to a weeklong party at my place. No parents = sex drugs and x-rated rock'n'roll.

Or something like that.

My brother makes his own cigarettes. Isn't that sweet. And fragrant. I threatened to show that pic to the police and tell them that he was making joints for a living. He was not impressed.

Tomorrow he'll be gone. For a longly long time. Oh joy of joys. Life isn't that bad.

np: radiohead - polyethylene (part 2) (980418)