why did we let bush win again?
i'm grizzly adams'ing it up in the mountains with the band.
i kid you not, we settled up in the mountains somewhere and we're getting a lot done with the album. i'm sure we'll write songs about living off the land and chopping wood to build cabins or else i'm kidding this time. but there isn't shit out here, we're in about the middle of no where and i like it like that. you can read more about it on the limp bizkit website, i laugh too hard at myself to type it all out here.
i think since we need electricity and shit for the studio that we aren't living completely like those of the great amish faith but i'd say our lives are something like that. we will probably somehow die from getting lost blair witch project style up here, and no one will care much since we're limp bizkit and haters of us have been praying for something like that
if we do die, i hope someone does eventually find our bodies. even though i'm probably somewhat unrecognizable right now. i didn't bother bringing any kind of shit to shave with because we're in the mountains and when you're a man, it's kind of an unsaid rule that you're not allowed to shave. i have gray in my beard and i'm like thirty something, that should be sad, i won't even mention the baldness but anyway, check my new three icons for more
nicole told me she thought i shouldn't shave because she thought it was sexy and that when limp bizkit first came out she thought we were hawt. she needs her head checked but i like her, i haven't talked to her in so long before tonight. i'm dumping the rest of limp bizkit to start fresh after today so paris can form a group with me called hard cookie. she came up with that.
i won't let her sing though, i promise. she can just dance and be tied to trees or stand there and pose while i scream into the microphone. i see the records selling already. i have to go hunt things, late.
also: impure paris: EVERYONE ON ME IS REAL YOU DOUCHE
we know, paris
i kid you not, we settled up in the mountains somewhere and we're getting a lot done with the album. i'm sure we'll write songs about living off the land and chopping wood to build cabins or else i'm kidding this time. but there isn't shit out here, we're in about the middle of no where and i like it like that. you can read more about it on the limp bizkit website, i laugh too hard at myself to type it all out here.
i think since we need electricity and shit for the studio that we aren't living completely like those of the great amish faith but i'd say our lives are something like that. we will probably somehow die from getting lost blair witch project style up here, and no one will care much since we're limp bizkit and haters of us have been praying for something like that
if we do die, i hope someone does eventually find our bodies. even though i'm probably somewhat unrecognizable right now. i didn't bother bringing any kind of shit to shave with because we're in the mountains and when you're a man, it's kind of an unsaid rule that you're not allowed to shave. i have gray in my beard and i'm like thirty something, that should be sad, i won't even mention the baldness but anyway, check my new three icons for more
nicole told me she thought i shouldn't shave because she thought it was sexy and that when limp bizkit first came out she thought we were hawt. she needs her head checked but i like her, i haven't talked to her in so long before tonight. i'm dumping the rest of limp bizkit to start fresh after today so paris can form a group with me called hard cookie. she came up with that.
i won't let her sing though, i promise. she can just dance and be tied to trees or stand there and pose while i scream into the microphone. i see the records selling already. i have to go hunt things, late.
also: impure paris: EVERYONE ON ME IS REAL YOU DOUCHE
we know, paris