  so ari, that nice ceo man i me on fridy, sent me a load 'o' links about music jobs, as well as a lead wth wind-up records. problem: it is in nyc. scary shit, my friend. i almost punched D today for calling me emo. good story. saw K. i want him to fuck his lease and move with me, that would be great. :) a guy at work intends to come and visit in CA with his girl.... more importantly, he is pals with my emo boy. he can come too, right? look at me, actually planning ahead about all of that stupid boy shit..... wow. who am i? i too tend to retreat at the first sign of danger. why do we do this? 
