my dad just called and invited me to go on a hunt with him and his friends this weekend...

seriously...

after last night i came to this conclusion:
the only things that will survive the atom bomb are cockaroaches and punxxxxx

sleepy time tea + melatonin = sleep?

that was the most god damn fucking fucked up dream i have had in such a long time.
dreaming about the end of the world fucking rules so god damn hard.
it has been too long...

my new dwelling = awesome
work being in biking distance from the CONDOMINIUM = awesome
new bourne movie = awesome
free internet = awesome
the fact that call the cops is still on the 625 "trapped in a scene" comp = awesome

everything is so awesome right now.

two kilos of uncut, crystal fucking meth

d.i.y. does stand for do it YOURSELF, right?

if your name is jonathan lee cohen you are not allowed to have any emotions what-so-ever. if you ever express that you are upset, frustrated, or otherwise unhappy with anyone or any situation you are an asshole.
cool.

is completely gone. no tour. we are stuck in austin. fuck everything. i am at a loss for words to describe how fucking furious i am.

fuck.

its called running a record label!