Jam. We didn't kill each other.
The boys just packed up the car for their trip back to Chicago, while I spend another week in Lexington finishing vocals. These have been three of the best weeks of my life with these dudes. We worked hard, we stayed focused, and we truly enjoyed each other‘s company. I’ve been in many bands in my day, and I’ve never been a part of anything like this. The five of us genuinely like, respect, and appreciate each other. It is rare to find five people who can spend that kind of time together and not end up wanting to kill each other.
Except Terry. Fuck Terry. The guy has zero talent.
Also, they did all the cooking, so I’ll probably starve this week. This may be the last you hear from me. If I starve to death, I want you all to know that I love you.
The upside though is that I can finally walk around the house naked without T Bone judging me.
I already miss spooning with Alex, and I am definitely going to have a hard time sleeping without Ryan tucking me in then reading me a bedtime story.
Oh yeah: yesterday I saw a bird.