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i'm exhausted, couldnt sleep last night for anything, crawled to bed at 4 oclock, waking at 7 for a long day of work, this is terrible.
show saturday, fucking saturday, twas a bad day, but, the show really felt good. i got pretty fucked up before hand to relax, it worked. rocked hard, richard and larry are injured, and scott is sick, im just covered with aches that need tending to.
after the show, i broke tradition and didnt go to the apartment to watch the video and what not, given the current situation that frequently stalks there. so i hung out with lil o, and lindsey and merc, etc, drank a little more, and went to denny's, cool people were there, i was just down so i wsnt sociable, however it was nice to be around people who's drama and stuff has nothing to do with me. merc, lindsey and i spent the better part of the denny's adventure in the car shooting the shit,, drinking and chain smoking, twas a time. both of them are cool as fuck.
sunday, owen apparently started a war with us, now, if he had just said shit to larry and richard about larry and richard, i wouldve stood up for them and all, but wouldnt take it too far, since i wasnt involved, but storming into my friends apartment, telling them how shitty are band is, etc (much worse name calling ensued), well bringing the band up speaks for alot of people, that speaks for all four us, and indirectly our uber supportive fans...so, dragging me into this has owen marked, if he so much as says something that rhymes with cinema city, or bats any eye in my general direction, that'll be grounds for him to get beat the fuck up. soooo, a new nick is born, well not born, but i've been told that its ok now to rattle a few cages so long as i have grounds, and i do.
noses to break:
owen
rene
c.c.d.s- who by the way through a bottle at the nicest, coolest guy in the world at the show and sped away, so, i fucked with them later, and apparently i'm marked by the c.c.d.s or something, someone wants to fight me, which is adorable, because i think i'm a little old for someone that they'd usually pick on, and i'm not a girl, so i wonder how they plan to pull this beating off. p.j. rat gave me plenty of support, saying that the east bank hooligans are only a phone call away. but really, if one more innocent by-stander or girl is even made uncomfortable by their presence, i'll ask them to leave our show, or i'll call the fucking cops, and if they wanna fight me, well, i'll take everyone of them on, because i fight dirty. so...i'm at war, and i'm pissed.
however, dont worry, i still love you.
p.s.- i hate life right now.
love.
show saturday, fucking saturday, twas a bad day, but, the show really felt good. i got pretty fucked up before hand to relax, it worked. rocked hard, richard and larry are injured, and scott is sick, im just covered with aches that need tending to.
after the show, i broke tradition and didnt go to the apartment to watch the video and what not, given the current situation that frequently stalks there. so i hung out with lil o, and lindsey and merc, etc, drank a little more, and went to denny's, cool people were there, i was just down so i wsnt sociable, however it was nice to be around people who's drama and stuff has nothing to do with me. merc, lindsey and i spent the better part of the denny's adventure in the car shooting the shit,, drinking and chain smoking, twas a time. both of them are cool as fuck.
sunday, owen apparently started a war with us, now, if he had just said shit to larry and richard about larry and richard, i wouldve stood up for them and all, but wouldnt take it too far, since i wasnt involved, but storming into my friends apartment, telling them how shitty are band is, etc (much worse name calling ensued), well bringing the band up speaks for alot of people, that speaks for all four us, and indirectly our uber supportive fans...so, dragging me into this has owen marked, if he so much as says something that rhymes with cinema city, or bats any eye in my general direction, that'll be grounds for him to get beat the fuck up. soooo, a new nick is born, well not born, but i've been told that its ok now to rattle a few cages so long as i have grounds, and i do.
noses to break:
owen
rene
c.c.d.s- who by the way through a bottle at the nicest, coolest guy in the world at the show and sped away, so, i fucked with them later, and apparently i'm marked by the c.c.d.s or something, someone wants to fight me, which is adorable, because i think i'm a little old for someone that they'd usually pick on, and i'm not a girl, so i wonder how they plan to pull this beating off. p.j. rat gave me plenty of support, saying that the east bank hooligans are only a phone call away. but really, if one more innocent by-stander or girl is even made uncomfortable by their presence, i'll ask them to leave our show, or i'll call the fucking cops, and if they wanna fight me, well, i'll take everyone of them on, because i fight dirty. so...i'm at war, and i'm pissed.
however, dont worry, i still love you.
p.s.- i hate life right now.
love.