bouta quit music, adopt 8 kids, and raise em on a beach somewhere. shave my head (again) like it’s nobody’s business and then write a couple novels. I’m @ human interaction overload.
Painting a 10 ft canvas upsidedown while singing into a headset mic for the 1st time while hosting SNL,
takes the cake for biggest
“dumb ass shit I took onto my plate for no mf reason (bc I thought it was cool) that actually worked out considerably well.”-type moment of my life
Listening to Must Be Nice on a jet to the town to play a benefit show at the first venue to ever book me in the bay. Life is fucking grand. Chase your dreams and never give up.
i get my new puppy tomorrow and i havent been this excited for anything in a long time, other than the time i got arrested for owning a pair of denim hip sockets
i have a room in my house that’s wallpapered floor to ceiling with vintage playboy covers; and now I can always tell when a LA e-girl has been to one of my house parties cause they got one too. slowly making naked women a socially acceptable choice of wallpaper one place @ a time