and i know you are, how about you just kill me, and then we call it even? you get the benifit of revenge, and i never have to breathe again. deal?

WHO THE FUCK, FUCK SAID THAT?!? I DON'T SUCK DICK!!!

bitch, bitch, bitch, drama, drama, mother fuckin drama ( Read more... )

last night in the punk house, i got fired today, i have $2. 35 to my name, only half of my shit is packed, and things are certanly not looking up for any reason ay all any time in the near future. fuck this noise. i'm out.

got my car back yesterday, spilled gas on myself, went to saginaw, talked to p.j. and jim, hung out with karl and steve, saw the hot kid, had small talk with the hot kid, still don't know the hot kids name, went home for the first time in 3 days, played with noel's duck bingo, drank beer with eric, started packing the only things i own in a few ( Read more... )

-- Name: peter ( Read more... )

stuck at my mom's, car's water pump exploded, got boxes from work, get car back tomarrow, possible visit from amber tomarrow, although doubtful, time to start packing, i'm out as soon as possible since i really don't feel very at home anymore, maybe it's because of the band thing, maybe it's this or that, maybe it's just time to move on, another ( Read more... )

so fuck this. the last straw has been added. no more band. i'm out. i think i'm done with music for now. all it is is stressful bullshit, that causes friends to become enemies. and besides, i suck anyway.

fuck this bullshit. i'm calling it quits and leaving for good. fuck this town, fuck bay city, fuck all the assholes, fuck my enemies, fuck relationships, fuck my gender and sexual confusion, fuck you, and you, and most of all fuck me, i'm out.

yesterday was fine. and i'll leave you all guessing so you can just fill in the blanks ( Read more... )