im an asshole. i know it.

mad dog and king cobra.
skeen and corn cob.
rad.

working today and tommorow.
not rad.

two day school week this week.
wicked fucking rad.

sweet plans are needed for this time off.

why havent i been to a good show in like 3 fucking months?

i rule?

its four in the morning.

what the hell am i doing?

somethings missing.

i dont have any cigarettes.
and i dont want to work tomorow.
bite it.

four day weekend. i hope its good.

my shoulder is fucked, and i just had a dream that i found two more
cigarettes, only to wake up and not have any. i was pissed.

extremly pointless entry.

beer?!

glouscter fucking sucks ( Read more... )

uhhhhhh ( Read more... )

this weeks been good ( Read more... )

no drinking, fighting, or fucking tonight ( Read more... )

//i need something i can believe in ( Read more... )

im freezing.
and shivering.
but i was shaking before i was cold.
i hate everything.

i really, really need a cigarette.

im sick of life in general

i hate how my live journal entrys express my mood swings.

Broken Hearts And Broken Homes Be Sure To Get You Down, Nevertheless The World Keeps Spinning Around...

my weekend fucking ruled.
being happy rules.
i rule.
duh!
ok maybe not that last one...

what happened to my crew?
we havent practiced in a month.
and im really upset about it.
i thought of a sweet band name.
ask me about it.

hahah