memoirs of a restless groupie

what i miss the most are the late nights, the pizza and the stay overs, lying on the parade square at night singing at the top of our lungs, hiding under the grand piano, snapple bottles and pee, yo yo yo, peeping into the blackbox to secretly watch E.C slots, scrapping pieces, running around mad screaming incoherent things at random people, living as if there was nothing else but TSD. let's face it: nothing matters more than TSD in VJ. :) i'm sure most of you can agree with me. I think most of us would just shrivel up and die if we didnt have TSD. i know i would. but i think there's so much more to talk about isnt there?

like:the sperm rohana swimming across the studio floor and meeting the egg, whom i have no idea who it is but it's shit funny watching the video.

prima dawn-a's 4 scrapped pieces. i must say that each idea WAS brilliant, and for that we have Yin Ren and Dawn to thank. but if any one wants to buy our ideas, please contact us. :) reservior dogs - macbeth - death's life - santa monica. :) am very very proud of group :)

the lamp breaking. 'nuff said.

white picket fences. :P haha. from harmless, white fences to killer litter. :P haha

boasters. :)

so much more ... but at this moment i cant think of all of them.

yes. i miss groups terribly. though probably in a different way. :)

well. there's the actual As. let's see what happens.

til then. I/S es. here we come. SIGH.

i want to thank you, for giving me the best years of my life.