this summer could get worse if my house burned down or if it kept raining. or if my mom read my facebook and looked at that album of incriminating prom night photos.
oh wait, she did that today.
in the meantime, everything and everyone are doing a great job of SUCKING.
it seems that the unstable walls of security I put up around me have somehow been infiltrated by the only enemy I think I have.
If you choose to pry into my personal life, what you find is your own fault. and for everyone who is reading this, I'd greatly appreciate if you ceased commenting for a while. Just to be safe. Thanks.
the rare urge i get to play my guitar only occurs when i have an enormous amount of other stuff i really should be doing instead. yet somehow that guitar always wins, damn it.