I can never find the drive, little as it may seem, to write in my journal anymore. I guess I just don't feel like boring everyone else with the same stuff: what my band is doing, how depressed I am, etc ( Read more... )

Snikt!

A: Homeless ( Read more... )

I hate it when you think you have everything all planned out, and then one small thing throws it all out of whack. Frustrating and disappointing as hell ( Read more... )

or at least that's how it's starting ( Read more... )

Sometimes it takes every fiber of my being not to scream at somebody or lunge at them, teeth bared ( Read more... )

I'm seriously starting to worry that my band will not continue. We haven't had a drummer in a very long time and everyone we try flakes out.

It's like trying to salvage a long-term relationship. At what point do we just call it quits? But we have all these good songs written...

::Insert the usual pissing and moaning here ( Read more... )

My uncle, Harold F. Tucker, died Monday morning. He was the closest thing I ever had to a father figure. Besides that, we were really close ( Read more... )

I had such an odd dream last night. All I can remember from it was seeing the same type of person (I can't remember the significance) popping up in multiple places inside a field. As soon as they were finally gone, everything around me started morphing into that same person. Somehow, I was shocked every time. I think I remember massive amounts of ( Read more... )