Work tomorrow! Joy! NOT!

I'd rather be doing something i enjoy. and get paid for it. if only that little bastard of a singer phoned me for a change. I'm pretty damn sick of playing guitar against a backing track. It's more fun in a band. Maybe it's time i put a 'guitarist for hire' sign in the window.

now where'd i put that plectrum?

Yes, I'm back. What a total, total weird week. Mum had food poisoning the whole week, so I had to kinda 'help'. Tho she refused to let me drive tho. D'ya think she's trying to tell me something? Ah, maybe it's because they drive on the wrong side of the road ( Read more... )

Man, what a night! OK my 'friends' were too out of it to go out - and were all too skint (or tight fisted) to go out. Bastards. Maybe i'll lose the peach schnapps they asked for when I come back from holiday ( Read more... )

Ugh. So tired. I can't believe what a lame week i've had at work. Ah, well, holiday on monday. few days in the sun, leave at nineteen, come back twenty. That's gonna confuse the guys ( Read more... )

OK this is the first time i've ever used a live journal. Hell, it's like the first time i've written in a journal of any type or description in what feels like a decade, but I ain't complaining. I've just joined the ozzman cometh group, and I'm gonna be damned if i figure out how to post on there. Never mind. I'll figure it out later ( Read more... )