remember when i said i was gonna go away and into hiding and stop with this whole livejournal buisness? this time i mean it.

peace.

cool, my friends hate me. totally radical, dude.

also, i really hate it when people leave comments in my journal correcting my spelling. i know i can't spell, douchebag's.

the internet is so boring these days.

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anybody want to give me there job?

arg! i need to move the fuck out of my house. i hate this shit.

um, it's 5:48 a.m mikey and i are playing grand theft auto, vice city. it's amazing. cept i'm starting to feel the need for sleep.

andrew and i are starting an early 90's straight edge hardcore cover band. purley for the fact that we both miss having amazing sing along's at shows. and, the 90's gave birth to so many bands that we both miss. path of resistance, earth crisis (early of course), just to name a couple.
anyways, who wants to be in our band?

i just got a really thick package from the conservatory of recording arts and sciences. who's going to become a producer and move to new york and make lots of money? this guy right here.