ok fine. 6 weeks and one measly post. it's not like i chose not to update, i haven't been able to. i've been plonked with a 10 year old ancient good-for-nothing imac which is incapable of running javascript. true, copywriters are considered the lower life forms (but i digress, the guys i sit in between both use G4s!)ugh.
i had tonnes to write before. now i'm just at lost for words. it's almost 11.45pm and i'm going through my first listen of Light Grenades. Brandon sounds electric, and Mike's guitar playing is mindblowing as always, but i'm not sure if i will like this album as much as i loved Morning View.
sigh.
will write more now that i am finally connected at home. no more solitary nights staring at the wall, disconnected from the world, deprived of a much needed idiot box.
more of that later. i need to lie down in bed (yes, i finally have a proper bed courtesy of the parental units' 5th visit to Ikea) and fully immerse myself in Incubus.
#re-edit
light grenades is totally different. different in a sense that every track stands on its own!
anyway. he called. as much as i promised myself that i wasn't going to take crap anymore, there i was, talking to him animatedly like nothing ever happened.
bloody hell! ok nak tido.
i miss my holga. and *SHOCKERS* i miss mmu.
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