Buried deep inside my chest are the letters you gave me ....
There is a place reserved for me and my friends and when we go we all will go. So, you see, I'm never alone. There is a place with a bit more time and a few more gentler words, and looking back we do forgive
(we had no choice, we always did). All that we hope is that when we go, our skin and our blood and our bones don't get in your way, making you ill the way they did when we lived. There is a place, a place in hell reserved for me and my friends and if ever I wanted to cry then I will because I can.
Yesterday I got my phone turned off. SHould have my old one turned back on today sometime. Went and picked up Britney and we went to Norwood to hang out with Samantha and Crystal. After taking the scenic route to find Crystal, we went to Tri-County and did nothing. Went to Shake It Records and I bought:
-Omar A. Rodriguez-Lopez "A Manual Dexterity:Soundtrack Volume One"
-Morrissey "Kill Uncle" used!
-and Thrice "The Artist In The Ambulane" for Sam cause I'm nice.
They had a bin full of free shit and I got an Alter Bridge CD. It's fucking funny. I got some Epitaph sampler and like 5 Rock Against Bush stickers and a Strokes button. After that we somehow found ourselves in the ghetto and Britney freaked out when she saw the Miami Dolphins tour bus. Then we went to the park and took pictures of me being retarded. Then we went to find Hell's Church or something and it was a bust. Took everyone home and I went back to my apt and watched Adult Swim and blacked out.
I love my friends. They're hot.