Ever notice that you hold high esteem for people who have unfamiliar songs listed as their music? Someone could make up some completely random song title, and I guarantee someone will be telling them how much they admire the person for liking that song. If something is popular, people assume things. They are a sell out, maybe, or they are a " ( Read more... )

I neglect my friends page for two weeks, come back, Adam and Hunter delete, and Davey disappears. There's something I'll never do again.

Let's see if I can get by with updating without reading up on what's happened for the past couple of weeks.

Didn't work. Unfortunately, my computer came down with the Trojan Horse virus, therefore it is out of commission, and I am missing in action. I could opt to use Davey's PC, but it's ridiculously slow. I'll keep you updated.

If Adam was telling the truth, and my soy milk has really been consumed by the likes of Hunter, he had better replace it before I see him again or there will be some caps busted. Really, he could have just had a tour manager get him some of his own, but now we all must suffer. Soy milk is not that hard to come by. He just wanted to see if I ( Read more... )

I have no idea what I'm doing until tomorrow? Where has the time gone? It doesn't matter. Today is Friday the Thirteenth. I'll celebrate by watching old horror movies while sitting in bed with candles lit and the windows open. The summer breeze is only chilling during those times. I'm not talking about the horrible excuses for cinema that ( Read more... )

Davey forgot to mention how creepy the crowds are here. They have more clapping, and it's more like a polite clap. It resembles a chant at times, but it's beautiful all the same. I promise you, I've taped Davey's attempts to fit in with the British, and in his horrible feigned accent, he's already asked a few people for a "fag" to see what they ( Read more... )

Tonight I'm going to shake my stuff like it ain't no thang. Don't ask. This country is too beautiful to remain confined in a hotel room. London comes tomorrow, and there is not time to waste. I've decided to try the instant messenger thing. afi puget. Hit me up if you wish.

My mind has continued its fixation on Death and inspired me to write something that I'll revise in the future. This time, my mind wanders to the legacy Death leaves behind. What sort of impression or impact is left on the people who knew them when? A legacy can be more of a Curse, and send the next person into a vicious cycle of abuse, ( Read more... )

How many journals have I created now? I don't know what will be different this time around, and I'm not sure if I will update as frequently as you would hope. Nevertheless, it would make more sense if the things you read in Davey's journal were backed by things I updated about. If you follow AFI, and have decided to read these entries, don't ( Read more... )