No longer birthday buddies.

He really was an asshole and having the same birthday should have been something special, but all I can remember was him using it as another means of "owning" me. I always, always hated that we shared it.

But maybe I can only remember the bad times, This is a happy picture at least, with Dad NOT scowling (a miracle back then). 

So conflicted. And crying when I should be sleeping.

I was once OBSESSED with Muse. Couldn't get enough of them. Listened to them over and over and over and OVER and was absolutely consumed by them. It was amazing.

I've rediscovered old B tracks of theirs that I haven't heard in years. Literally.

Damn it, Matthew. 

Started watching Californication today and so far, I kinda love it.

And the soundtrack.