Tonight will be a first. Rob has rented a van. Actually, that isn't a first, but i'm getting to that. He will be filling up said band with a bunch of people. Most of which I know or at least work with. Then, Rob's prego-wife will be driving said van around to various and assorted bars. Everyone on the van has picked out a nickname and will ( Read more... )

Well, yeah. I hate being nervous. I mean, my life is a big ball of nerves. Its one of those chemical imbalances of the head type things, but Hallowag might make me puke. Girls are neat.

I got to thinking last night. Yes, that usually results in explosions or large volumes of pudding, but at least I was wearing my thoughtful helmet. So, you know how deaf people can't talk like those with fully functioning ears? Some can speak pretty well, but you still know something is up by the way the words come out. My question is, what do ( Read more... )

Today I approaced Smoke Banshee and Dominguez upon arrival at work and said, "Mornin' Gentlemen." Smoke Banshee says, "Gentlemen? I'll tell ya what a gentleman is. A genteleman is a man that can count cunt hairs without getting a bonner, and I sure as hell aint no gentleman." I love my job from time to time.

I don't have anything to say really, but I thought of a really funny story that I might add to my book. In fact it might become the beginning of the first chapter (since what i have sucks). What i'm writing is completely made up and is from the eyes of a high schooler. In the past everything has been semi-autobiographical, so this is a new ( Read more... )

It is slightly damp in here. The windows are cracked. Rain hits the windows every so often. Darkness has begun to fall. Blue lamp lights the room lightly. I See London is playing on the music player. It has hit me. Somewhat bored. Somewhat unhappy. Cannot smile tonight. "What else do I have to say or sing?" Being alone is good for the ( Read more... )

Now that i'm back here where nobody gives a shit and I don't have to maintain any sort of image i'll let my mind throw up on the keyboard like it did back in the day ( Read more... )

I'm back (for a limited time only?) I don't know really. Anyways, i'm here because "The Russian" asked if I had one of these and I sure as hell do. Sadly everybody thought MySpace would be the new journal capital of the interweb, but that is not the case. Nobody cares about blogs on MySpace. Don't get me wrong, that site is better than free, ( Read more... )

If you want to check out 300 or so New Years party pics then be jealous of me because it looks like I had a much better time and was with many more attractive people than you, then check em out. That was a stupid "sentence."

http://ruffians.net/gallery/

I want to feel pasion
I want to feel pain
Come make me laugh
or come make me cry
Just make me feel alive.

--Joey Lauren Adams--