i can't even begin to express how excited i am to jam tommorow.

i think i very well might piss myself in my sleep.

tBDM without the question mark?

Panda Buffet is some kind of amazing.

Peter Dolving is back in the haunted.

Alysonne Lunsford is number one in my heart.

i'm so close to just relaxing, i can almost feel it...

rest up baby, tommorow night you're all mine.

this has been a busy morning indeed. i've already sent out 7 emails of great import, two of which i'm sure i'll be responded to with "go to hell" or "here's some cheese to go with your whine rat-face". the rest of them basicly hold to the tune of "the check's in the mail".

my my, life is grand.

i am going to write the best song in the world today.

i think the highlight of last night was when good charlotte's tech max told anthony that his guys mosh to bdm on the bus all the time.

close runner up was when max brought joel over after the show and i called him "benji".

i guess i'm just not up on my super-pop.

in more typical occurances...

the van won't start

i just lost japan.

"i am jack's broken spirit"

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i remember the days when all i had to worry about was whether or not the PA was gonna work at practice.

shit was pretty simple then.

alysonne, you are my savior. without your support i don't know how i'd be making it through all this bullshit. thank you for being there for me, thank you for everything.

"hi"
"fuck you"

anything would be better than not existing.

maybe i should just get to accepting this.