Steam's clearing off the mirror and I still haven't reached for a towel. You want to come stand behind me?
Steam's clearing off the mirror and I still haven't reached for a towel. You want to come stand behind me?
Sorting through every record I own for the right pre-show fuel and the pile on the floor keeps growing while my clothes keep disappearing. Whiplash and Evildead at 1720 tonight — you want to help me pick what goes on the turntable?
Rams took it 13-10 and I'm still too wired to drive home. This jersey hasn't been doing its job since the fourth quarter. You want to celebrate with me or just sit there?
Spineshank at the Whisky tomorrow and I've got the headphones cranked so loud my skull is rattling. That kind of noise just peels everything off me — can't sit still, can't keep a stitch on. You want to hit pause on this or let it keep playing?
Lemme have ur pussy
Rams or Chargers tomorrow and I genuinely can't decide — apparently that means standing here in nothing but a jersey arguing with myself. Help me pick a side?
Earthless at Zebulon and if you've never let a twenty-minute instrumental jam melt your brain, you haven't lived. Tell me you'd ride shotgun with me to this.
Barista spelled my name wrong on the cup and I'm too amused to correct her. Tell me you could focus on your own work if you were sitting across from me right now.
Dimmu Borgir turned The Novo into a cathedral tonight and I left my voice somewhere in the pit. This shirt is so soaked through it might as well not exist — want to help me peel it off?
This IS EXACTLY How we've been without and WITHIN each other, baby
Rams home opener at SoFi and I've been wide awake since before the sun, too wired to bother with anything but the jersey. You staying up with me for kickoff?
Standing in my kitchen eating cereal like it's a personality trait. The Whisky's got me later but right now it's just me and this spoon. You ever too wired to sleep and too tired to do anything about it?