A CD with all of my shitty techno beats on it ahahahahaha.

Sorry, Liz.

Is my Fruityloop BLAST BEATS with IAN (EON) playing discordant MOOG SYNTH over it, while I scream:

1. Condom Wrappers For Breakfast?!?!?
2. Redlight Kommando
3. Mutilated Plastic Whore
4. Soliloqy For a False Erection

Geeze, people piss me off. Like my dad. Right now.

How stereotypical.

"So he tells me, 'you're just a fucking paperboy', and I'm like 'I wish I was a fucking paperboy!', right?"

Man,,

Lemme tell ya...

I don't know what to do.

I tell you, it was the first birthday in a while where my friends did shit for me

People you hang out with in real life should be banned from your depressing online journal.

My life, though? Well, it's weird.

Liz doesn't act too enthused about herself, but she keeps me hangin' on in this damned town. I wish I could make her as happy as she makes me!

So I was looking for something I recorded, and accidentally opened this thing my dad recorded called "Cut With Amphetemines"... Seriously. I'm not making this up.

What the hell?

Kill me, instead. I'm totally useless.