I'm back. Like it matters to any of you. I'm here to announce that live journal, my spaces, or anything like them are strictly for lonely internet retards who are afraid of really living so they would rather log on and only talk to other lonely fucks ABOUT living. And it's fucking sad, pathetic and stupid. I have completely lost the desire to talk ( Read more... )

I'm leaving tomorrow. So is Nolan. I know you're all gonna miss the hell out of us. Because all of your lives would be boring without us. And after you get used to us being gone, you'll all become content with your drab, boring, useless lives in this shit-hole city with your pointless possessions, collections, and manifestations of a life that may ( Read more... )

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh fuck me.

Johnny Ramone R.I.P

Droppin like flies, they are.

Went to a show a couple of nights ago. It was fun. Went to a show last night. Less fun. But still fun. Nolan might come to Seattle with me. That'll be fun. Jonah sucks. He's not fun. He no longer thinks punk shows are fun. He thinks picnics are more fun. Apparently he thinks being gay is a lot of fun. Back pain is not fun. Drinking the pain away, ( Read more... )

I'm leaving in about twenty days. And most of you I don't give a fuck if I ever see again. There's a couple of you though. Maybe a couple that I'll miss. But I don't wanna hear no boo-hooing when I go. You've got to be strong. I may be leaving for good, but after I'm gone, take comfort in the fact that I probably hated you anyway. And maybe when ( Read more... )

Most of my friends are fucking psychos. Or they're getting that way. Or they're just fucking losers who claim to be my friends and yet they won't fucking hang out with me knowing that I'm leaving for good at the end of the month. Oh well. Fuck the losers, fuck the psychos, fuck the friends. Fuck my ass. Oh wait, I didn't mean that last one.

I just got back into town. Somebody fucking call me tonight. I want to get fucking drunk after doing absolutely nothing worth doing all fucking weekend.

Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck! I didn't fucking go! If I had gotten out of there ten minutes earlier I would be fucking gone! Oh well. The date is still set at October 1st. Come then, I'm out for good kids.

Okay, so I didn't kill myself yet. Sorry. I'll get around to it, I swear.

Alright, this is gonna be fun. I'm doing it, too. Leave a comment with your name and I'll tell you what I really think of you and I won't pull any punches. I ain't gonna be a sissy about it like Kendy and Joanna. I'll tell you what I REALLY think of you.