my shirt is cooler than yours.
dude, my shirt is cooler than yours. come one, come all, my shirt will not fall. it is badass. but whatever, gotta work in some hours, and sleep is gooood. hail to strung out, i am detmermined to see them again. when i can be shitfaced with a lot of friends at one of their concerts sometime. they are fucking awesome live. i definitely consider them in the top five of my favorite bands. along with bad astronaut, pink floyd, less than jake, green day, bob dylan, primus, bad religion, good riddance, radiohead (as long as it isn't their complete synthesized experimental shit), 1208, and damn that is more than five in my top five. whatever, anyways, if you ever get a chance to see strung out live, do so, it is well worth it. just make sure you don't jam your shoulder b/c of a 300 pound drunk guy whose ass ways more than me stagediving right next to you on top of some chic who is like 4'11" and you figure they could use the help. and oh yeah, my shirt is cooler than yours.
FUCK DYING.
FUCK DYING.