I've just finished my schoolin'.
No, I don't know what the fuck I'm going to do. That's settling in. Sinking in. Percolating. Fearorizing. But. I'm going to let that go for now, because my little b-bwoy mix that could is Holly's pop-rocks/soda pop explosion over at Janie's.
Means the world to me, Little Petal. Thanks.
Phew. Seven year plan. When you consider I didn't know what the fuck to do away from home, didn't pick a major until 2002, and then sojourned to Moravia for a full year sometime after that, seven years is just fine, and I needed the extra two. I'm a slow builder, right. Yes.
Love you, my friends, betters and compatriots.
Here's hoping for that elusive American Second Act.
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Get your sweet ass out leftcoastways, pronto. We got work to do.
Is it inappropriate for me to comment with a congratulations here?
Hope not...
I may not know you from a hole in the wall, but I've heard the way this Holly girl speaks of you. 'Reverential' is the first word that comes to mind, but it feels inadequate.
Best of luck to you in whatever you've got in front of you.
And thanks for helping to spread some really great music this week.
--LBD--
Aww, shucks. Congratulations to you as well.
Good luck with your publishing ventures. That's supercool.
We'll have to exchange more tracks and perhaps throw a party somewhere between here and Cali.
As I embark on my sixth year, I salute you. And envy you. And love you.
Please don't run away to the west coast without coming to visit me first. In fact, please don't run away to the west coast until I graduate. Then we's can stock up on salt pork, circle the wagons and manifest destiny together.
Seriously though, congrats.
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