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Welcome one and all to The Bad Day Diaries, my solo BlogProject away from the Slanty Shanty...perhaps an odder and less reader friendly venture from my home at Blogspot...
Why I'm ressurecting a solo blog, not quite sure beyond the obvious fact that I want to copy everything that Katter does...
Today while I was downtown this utter cow came up to me and told me I "looked so emo, and I was as cute as a button." NOTE TO SELF -- Add said cow to my list of people I think need a good dick punch. Please tell me, how does one go about looking "emo"? Maybe I can post a recipe for it once I hammer out the details...
Excited about our first show on October 8th. Jonas and I are writing a ton of new stuff lately, mostly verbose shite, but written all the same...
His favorite lyric I've written so far = "they'll say she was a girl who fell through a crack/ all along she was just another sylvia plath" ... I must say I'm quite partial to it as well...
Totally off topic, but I'm taking this pop culture class and the guy who always sits next to me introduced himself to me today. He's Jamaican, and his name is Mayo, I wonder if that's short for like, Mayonaise or something... He's a hoot... hoot = good and completely underused word...
In a profoundly bad mood today... quite brooding actually...
Quote of the day: "A true cynnic is a person who when he smells flowers, automatically looks around for a coffin."
Why I'm ressurecting a solo blog, not quite sure beyond the obvious fact that I want to copy everything that Katter does...
Today while I was downtown this utter cow came up to me and told me I "looked so emo, and I was as cute as a button." NOTE TO SELF -- Add said cow to my list of people I think need a good dick punch. Please tell me, how does one go about looking "emo"? Maybe I can post a recipe for it once I hammer out the details...
Excited about our first show on October 8th. Jonas and I are writing a ton of new stuff lately, mostly verbose shite, but written all the same...
His favorite lyric I've written so far = "they'll say she was a girl who fell through a crack/ all along she was just another sylvia plath" ... I must say I'm quite partial to it as well...
Totally off topic, but I'm taking this pop culture class and the guy who always sits next to me introduced himself to me today. He's Jamaican, and his name is Mayo, I wonder if that's short for like, Mayonaise or something... He's a hoot... hoot = good and completely underused word...
In a profoundly bad mood today... quite brooding actually...
Quote of the day: "A true cynnic is a person who when he smells flowers, automatically looks around for a coffin."