I only have one note, let's be honest. But I'll play a different version of that one note.
Spent most of the summer looking for shade. Driving around. Shade. Please? Driving in malls. I'll park a mile away I don't care. I'm just looking for a tree branch, anything. Long weed. Big leaf, get the front corner panel under it. Oh precious shade, I have it - you don't!
To make money I picked up work as a busboy, valet parker, skateboard shop employee.
My career is just kind of crazy.
My school of thought is, anything goes, but I can't do that anymore.
MySpace is a great way to keep in touch with friends who you don't care enough about to actually have a conversation with, why bother calling to say "how are you," when you can just surf their page and post an mpeg of a guy farting on his cat.