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The gifts you will recieve from me are:
1. Awkward silence.
2. Hopes that you cry yourself to sleep waiting by the phone.
and all I want this year?
For you to dedicate your last breath to me before you bury yourself alive.
DON'T come home for Christmas. You are the LAST thing I want to see underneath the tree.
This is Bryan Friberg. Bryan Lake Friberg, connected in every way possible through my parents. At least through name. If I write my name on a piece of paper, it is ver batum the exact thing that my father would write. When I capitalize my name it reminds me of my father, and so I don't.
bryan.
History. Read it and weep.
So, it is about a month and a half after Christmas, and I still am enjoying the hell out of Fall Out Boy's "Yule Shoot Your Eye Out". It is totally my theme song this christmas. My dad came home and I don't like that. Most people would, right? but no, he just reminded me of everything I don't miss about him. Seriously.
Last night I got into a fight with Randy. I almost had to punch him. Alright, folks, this is me saying that if anyone decided to step up on me like Randy did last night, I am so completely on edge that it will be the last time that you do it. The last time. The reason he got mad? "I will step up on you if you ever yell back at me again." that means that he thinks he is my father. He gets to yell and I get to watch, right? No. Fuck him. fuck. him. I would quit the band, but I like Mike alot. Don't tell anyone, but he is one of the best hearted, spirited people I have run into in a long time. If I thought that I would never see Matt or Nick or Randy again, that wouldn't bother me as much as not seeing Mike ever again. I just am fond of him and I don't know why.
I don't think I should be in the band anymore. I just think it is too horrible. Randy took it too far by replacing me with this new saxaphone player he treats better and encourages to write my part. He has named her first saxaphone, and I dissagree with her playing style. It is embarrassing to saxaphone players everywhere and he is too fucking ignorant to know the differance. Maybe that is his problem. He is just too fucking ignorant when it comes to anything.
Thisissuchapity. Weshouldgiveourlovetoeachother. Notthishatethatdestroysus.
I believe in modern rock, and I believe in loving Earth. I believe in dying hair, and I believe in unborn birth.
I believe in science, law, and I believe in aerobics. I believe in living fear, and I believe in kinky sex.
I believe in exestentialism. I believe in simplicity. Small heart, dying pretty.
I could care less.
Don't call me when the snow comes down.