She came
She sang She virtually conquered in the taking-direction-ridiculously-well department —— 17 months in the making. Most people would have left a LONG time ago. The Tony and The Drew aren’t just dedicated bandmates. They’re also my friends. Screw not realizing your fortunes only when they’re gone. I realize them NOW. And they’re MINE. ALL MINE. MUAHAHHAHAHAAHHAHA. No, but seriously, it’s time to shop for a lockout. Baby steps. Baby steps. Bob in “What About Bob?” would be sufficiently proud. —— Post-grad blues are just a copout for people who’ve got nothing to say, see or do. Complain elsewhere. I’m too busy helping write a pop song, no matter how shitty it may sound to you.
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