I'm so fuckin' bored.

And the airconditioner is broken. It's hot.

I got the new death dealer comic. it's freggin' sweet.

the show saturday was...amusing. the cops came one 2 seperate occasions. a bunch of bull mest. we scared alot of people. it was fun.

show in 2 days. cassie's playing bass. she is pickin' it up very quick. this is working out great. rob did a poster for the nashville show on the 23 of june. it's fuckin' sick. lara came over and talked some band shit. she is setting up the tour for the fall, and shes workin' on getting us a vehicle. this shit's going to be off the hook.

well I wasn't fired. haha. I didn't call or show up for a week. that's how I roll.

the show was badass.

the recording came out great.

rob came and brought us goodies. shirts stickers and shit. he gave us a screen print and a button maker. so all day we burning cds and making buttons for the show.

recording the ep for the album tomorrow. it should be sweet.

I think I lost my job. who cares.

I hate you all.

man fuckin' el placio is only paying me 6 bucks an hour. that's shit.

but tomorrow I get to clean some fucking high class yuppy pier1 place and make like 60 bucks in 4 hours. the chick is going to be getting more places so I'm going to do that probably in about a month.

well I think I got the shittist of shitty jobs. El Placio.

trying to get a new place to stay. we found one but it's in a shitty area. 450 a month for 3 bedrooms.

Tim wouldn't let me use 'nog' in scrabble lastnight. shit.

too bad I whooped his ass 290-230.

hoopa

It's a damn warzone.

I need a job that pays.