May 7, 2009
 
John, more people that wanna see you rock this.

John, more people that wanna see you rock this.

 
 
Help me contact John.

Help me contact John.

 
There are two of me: one of them is the bad Xerox copy of a bad copy of a printout of a chalk rubbing of an engraving. Choose wisely.
John Mayer (hey John, how about a few more?)
 
Life is like a box of crayons. Most people are the 8-color boxes, but what you’re really looking for are the 64-color boxes with the sharpeners on the back. I fancy myself to be a 64-color box, though I’ve got a few missing. It’s ok though, because I’ve got some more vibrant colors like periwinkle at my disposal. I have a bit of a problem though in that I can only meet the 8-color boxes. Does anyone else have that problem? I mean there are so many different colors of life, of feeling, of articulation.. so when I meet someone who’s an 8-color type.. I’m like, “hey girl, magenta!” and she’s like, “oh, you mean purple!” and she goes off on her purple thing, and I’m like, “no - I want magenta!