[This journal will be retained for memories' sake. Please update your friends list to include the new Skold at tim_skold rather than this one.

The new player has my blessing and my respect, but not my story lines. Act now to avoid disappointment. Take care everyone.]

[Sometimes you just don't take it seriously until they do it. This is the digital equivalent of hanging myself. Former Skold and I take our hats off to you all. The role is open, but not the journal. It's been unreal.]

"I don't know, dude. Dude, I don't know. I don't know, dude. Dude, I don't know."There's a guy fucked up out of his head stage whispering that in the lobby. They keep throwing him out but he keeps wandering back in. Now I'm kind of protective of him because whatever it is that's wrong with him, dude, he doesn't know. He's only said one other thing ( Read more... )

"I don't like fun. It upsets me." - Manson

It's no wonder he won't go bowling with us.

You can't put your arms around a memo-ree. Don't tryyyy.

It's been a long time since I made sense. Why start now?

.tim

I was almost positive that someone was squealing their tires over a cat, but it turned out to be the end of Bee by the Sugarcubes. Good morning, motherfuckers ( Read more... )

New York London Paris Munich, everybody talk about... EACH OTHER ( Read more... )

We're 20 and something miles from Pittsburgh. I'm looking forward to the show. Imagine that in a droning robot voice. Great fucking show. Great fucking show. Great fucking show. Click!This is not important. I heard a spoken word poem by a nutty old man called Bingo Gazingo and I want him to fill up tapes of his poems and send them to me so I can ( Read more... )

Soooo...yeah. The tour rolls on. Where the fuck are we now? Ohio? How is that different from Illinois or Michigan? What's the point ( Read more... )

I don't like to go in half way, but I'm too afraid of cracking my head open against the rocks to dive in. Better to stand on the shore and wave at the passing pleasure seekers. I realize I can't do that anymore. Sure, you're safe from drowning, but after awhile you end up with nothing but a bad burn and sand in your trunks ( Read more... )

I've probably fucked up more than one person is allowed to fuck up. And people wonder why I don't socialize more often. Yes, the cuts sting, but I'm getting quite used to them. Back to licking wounds ( Read more... )