I'm tired and rhymed out
Tour was awesome. Absolutely positively joyous. Thanksgiving is just around the corner, and all is good.
Then why do I feel so fuckin' horrible?
I think it's because I'm tired. My friend thinks it's because I'm tired. Jesus thinks it's because I skimped out on the mayo on his turkey club. I'd have to go with Jesus, because... well.... He IS Jesus.
I wish I could write more. No time in my busy non-schedule. Too much... I don't know fuck-all. I want to get a band together really fuckin' badly, but I'm faced with dillemas:
a) lack of people who aren't already in a band
b) the fact that now I'm busy til like January 30th every day after school
c) lack of people who would be willing to play the music I write, or put up with the music I listen to
d) sloth (probably the biggest one).
To anyone reading this, Coco Puffs go excellent with a spoon.
Then why do I feel so fuckin' horrible?
I think it's because I'm tired. My friend thinks it's because I'm tired. Jesus thinks it's because I skimped out on the mayo on his turkey club. I'd have to go with Jesus, because... well.... He IS Jesus.
I wish I could write more. No time in my busy non-schedule. Too much... I don't know fuck-all. I want to get a band together really fuckin' badly, but I'm faced with dillemas:
a) lack of people who aren't already in a band
b) the fact that now I'm busy til like January 30th every day after school
c) lack of people who would be willing to play the music I write, or put up with the music I listen to
d) sloth (probably the biggest one).
To anyone reading this, Coco Puffs go excellent with a spoon.