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i'm going to see walk the line sometime this weekend. i'm really psyched about it. Johnny Cash is quickly becoming one of my heroes. i got haloween candy for 81cents a bag at rite-aid. milky ways. mmm...
we made our video today. it was hilarious. cooper snorted coca cloa through a straw, mike downed a miller lite and puked in a public restroom, and i beat sarah to death with a tire iron. tomorrow is the real test, my first foray into actual comedic writing. i hope it goes well. i think the jokes work. those perfect jokes that people only catch once they think about it. art sucks. i hate ti at the moment. i hate a lot of things. i hate being lonely. i hate being just short of where i always want to be. i hate it when everyone else is having a good time and i'm not. i hate what i've done with my life, and i hate that it's almost over. i might go for a walk in the rain tonight. i'll walk from here to work and write down my schedule and walk back. that is, if dad isn't asleep on the chair in the living room, becaus i don't want to have to answer why i went out for a 6 hour walk. at night. in the rain. in black.
i'm a roller, i'm a rider, a number one motherfuckin' survivor. i wish that were me. i'm everything except number one. i'm more of a number 3 hell-raisin' survivor. that's all i am though. a survivor. shoot me, cut me up, poison me, tear me to bits, i'm still here.
one day, the lord will raise me to his level, give me my weapon, and send me out to clean. and i'll repay those who have wronged me, i'll frighten those on the border to the side of good, i'll leave a wake of destrucion the likes of man hasn't seen in a few years.
hatred may be a lousy roomate, but it sure beats sleeping alone.
i'm pissed off right now. can't you tell?
we made our video today. it was hilarious. cooper snorted coca cloa through a straw, mike downed a miller lite and puked in a public restroom, and i beat sarah to death with a tire iron. tomorrow is the real test, my first foray into actual comedic writing. i hope it goes well. i think the jokes work. those perfect jokes that people only catch once they think about it. art sucks. i hate ti at the moment. i hate a lot of things. i hate being lonely. i hate being just short of where i always want to be. i hate it when everyone else is having a good time and i'm not. i hate what i've done with my life, and i hate that it's almost over. i might go for a walk in the rain tonight. i'll walk from here to work and write down my schedule and walk back. that is, if dad isn't asleep on the chair in the living room, becaus i don't want to have to answer why i went out for a 6 hour walk. at night. in the rain. in black.
i'm a roller, i'm a rider, a number one motherfuckin' survivor. i wish that were me. i'm everything except number one. i'm more of a number 3 hell-raisin' survivor. that's all i am though. a survivor. shoot me, cut me up, poison me, tear me to bits, i'm still here.
one day, the lord will raise me to his level, give me my weapon, and send me out to clean. and i'll repay those who have wronged me, i'll frighten those on the border to the side of good, i'll leave a wake of destrucion the likes of man hasn't seen in a few years.
hatred may be a lousy roomate, but it sure beats sleeping alone.
i'm pissed off right now. can't you tell?