because i cannot replace where im going
a thought
so i had work on saturday good times with random attacks from beany which make work like seem more like a cartoon and a lot less like work.
got to see some bitchin aquabats footage than she had to go on a date or somethin. so i played drums than i played guitar. than i realized i had absolutely no energy left, and passed out on the couch in my attic. so for the next couple of hours between brief sleep with bad dreams the usual demons came back to haunt me. they roared thier terrible roars and gnashed thier terrible teeth and rolled their terrible eyes and showed their terrible claws till i said "GET ME A COKE!". there was nobody around to really call or bother and it just sucked having to sit there and be forced to dwell on aspects of my life i'd rather not. i dunno either i am really alone and i just don't fit into the greater scheme of things within this world or it's just been a bad season, im not sure which but i came back to the usual conclusion staring up at the ceiling.
if the band doesn't happen im hightailin it for the horizon. than my dog started licking my head.
drove sarah home sunday i think i creeped her out, and now i have a bunch of backup singers yelling jango in my head.
soundtrack: down
ps. happy birthday wacko sorry i didn't get you your gift today i assure you it is enroute somehow, someway.
so i had work on saturday good times with random attacks from beany which make work like seem more like a cartoon and a lot less like work.
got to see some bitchin aquabats footage than she had to go on a date or somethin. so i played drums than i played guitar. than i realized i had absolutely no energy left, and passed out on the couch in my attic. so for the next couple of hours between brief sleep with bad dreams the usual demons came back to haunt me. they roared thier terrible roars and gnashed thier terrible teeth and rolled their terrible eyes and showed their terrible claws till i said "GET ME A COKE!". there was nobody around to really call or bother and it just sucked having to sit there and be forced to dwell on aspects of my life i'd rather not. i dunno either i am really alone and i just don't fit into the greater scheme of things within this world or it's just been a bad season, im not sure which but i came back to the usual conclusion staring up at the ceiling.
if the band doesn't happen im hightailin it for the horizon. than my dog started licking my head.
drove sarah home sunday i think i creeped her out, and now i have a bunch of backup singers yelling jango in my head.
soundtrack: down
ps. happy birthday wacko sorry i didn't get you your gift today i assure you it is enroute somehow, someway.