Untitled, or whatever
Okay, so...I have to...get used to using this thing more often. Twinkletits said it'd be, you know, cathartic or whatever, so... Yeah.
There's a lot of stuff that's gone on lately. Some of the seriously brutal crap... Well, you guys know about that. I'm not going to go into that, but... Basically, it's bullshit. I know it. You know it. We should just, uh, not...dwell on it. Anymore.
There. Over.
Okay, what else happened? Uhhh... Oh! Christmas. There were presents. Some of them were for me. I actually got some pretty awesome stuff, like this crazy vintage poster from Billy, and Pickles gave me this Glock-shaped laser pointer. I've already ordered shitloads of batteries for that motherfucker so I can blind as many people as I want with it. The rest of you guys who gave me cool stuff... Thank you. You know, for remembering me. I appreciate that.
Then there was...New Year's. I don't really remember New Year's much. I was probably totally fucking wasted. I had to be, right? I mean, I remember drinking. And then I woke up by myself in the main room to a...Star Trek marathon. I don't know who the asshole was that left that shit on, but that pissed me off. It wasn't even, like...Captain Kirk or...the other one. With the robot. It was fucking Enterprise, and that guy from Quantum Leap is no Captain Kirk, I don't care where you're from. It was okay, though, because I just turned it to the Food Network and passed out again after I felt my arteries...clogging from watching Paula Deen cook with more butter than Florida has old ladies.
What else... I'm kind of writing some new lyrics. For the next album. Some of the stuff I'd kind of settled on...I'm not happy with anymore. They're not...right. I don't know what the fuck I was thinking. And we've got...a pretty long time until we have to start recording, so I figure I'll just, you know, keep writing stuff as it comes to me. Never hurts to have extras, right?
[lock to Skwisgaar]
Trash all those lyrics I sent you a couple months ago, but...save your music. We can use it on other stuff.
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...You know, I think I've been stuck in Mordhaus for too long lately. Maybe we should all, like, do something or whatever. There's a lot of you that I don't think I've even actually met. I mean, you know, we say stuff to each other on these things, but...we've never met. That's stupid. We should meet. Right?
There's a lot of stuff that's gone on lately. Some of the seriously brutal crap... Well, you guys know about that. I'm not going to go into that, but... Basically, it's bullshit. I know it. You know it. We should just, uh, not...dwell on it. Anymore.
There. Over.
Okay, what else happened? Uhhh... Oh! Christmas. There were presents. Some of them were for me. I actually got some pretty awesome stuff, like this crazy vintage poster from Billy, and Pickles gave me this Glock-shaped laser pointer. I've already ordered shitloads of batteries for that motherfucker so I can blind as many people as I want with it. The rest of you guys who gave me cool stuff... Thank you. You know, for remembering me. I appreciate that.
Then there was...New Year's. I don't really remember New Year's much. I was probably totally fucking wasted. I had to be, right? I mean, I remember drinking. And then I woke up by myself in the main room to a...Star Trek marathon. I don't know who the asshole was that left that shit on, but that pissed me off. It wasn't even, like...Captain Kirk or...the other one. With the robot. It was fucking Enterprise, and that guy from Quantum Leap is no Captain Kirk, I don't care where you're from. It was okay, though, because I just turned it to the Food Network and passed out again after I felt my arteries...clogging from watching Paula Deen cook with more butter than Florida has old ladies.
What else... I'm kind of writing some new lyrics. For the next album. Some of the stuff I'd kind of settled on...I'm not happy with anymore. They're not...right. I don't know what the fuck I was thinking. And we've got...a pretty long time until we have to start recording, so I figure I'll just, you know, keep writing stuff as it comes to me. Never hurts to have extras, right?
[lock to Skwisgaar]
Trash all those lyrics I sent you a couple months ago, but...save your music. We can use it on other stuff.
[/lock]
...You know, I think I've been stuck in Mordhaus for too long lately. Maybe we should all, like, do something or whatever. There's a lot of you that I don't think I've even actually met. I mean, you know, we say stuff to each other on these things, but...we've never met. That's stupid. We should meet. Right?