Seriously, Fuck Wal-Mart. I hate lines. I hate seeing parents yanking on their kids arms because they are throwing a fit in a public place. I hate cashiers that are talking to other employees about how they thought their boyfriend got them pregnant. I hate the whole process, but sometimes Wal-Mart is a necessary evil.
Last night was one of those times.
Last night, we moved into our apartment in Burbank. We went and bought towels, sheets, air fresheners and new pillows. Fuck Wal-Mart. We definitely still have to do some decorating. Matt spent the better half of the afternoon looking for a solid Michael Jordan poster to put on the wall. We need to give the place a little sparkle. A little razzle dazzle. Maybe a Hannah Montana bedspread. Please pass along any ideas.
The studio is going well. The songs are pretty solid. I can't wait to lay some of this stuff down.
I'm going to try to update as much as possible.
G's up, Hoes down.
Joshua