every time i come back to my journal it doesn't remember me. i hate having to type in my password again. i think it's because i changed computers... yes, i'm now a mac girl...

i have pulled myself away from the mixing board.. there comes a point in the night where you know you are probably past the point of making any more good decisions... your ears are tired... but it's hard to pull away when you're an impatient person.

sometimes i have to slow down. i don't read software manuals. there was a red ferrari model car in my past that i wrecked because i wouldn't wait for the glue and paint to properly dry with each piece i completed. my first ever ski experience (not bunny hills either - the canadian rockies!!) that scared the begeezes out of me because i didn't take the lesson. i joined a gym and somehow avoided doing the introductory personal training session.

put that impatience together with making a go of a career in music the indie way... (read: slow climb)....wooh.


i have elated moments and then i have dark moments where i cry on the bathroom floor.

at our show last tuesday, some people held up lighters during Important... and i could barely sing the last chorus, i got all choked up. i don't know if it was obvious or not... but it was an oprah moment for me.

love you people.