Dec 23, 2005 14:38
Seriously, Im gonna stop writing fucking gibberish on this thing when Im tanked. I have a problem. Not a drinking problem but a "getting drunk and talking about fucking nonsense till the sun comes up" kind of problem.
Changing gears here,
Things are well. Life is good, the Dogs, Coheed and Apollo are little scamps, Charla is good, We open presents tonight and I am off of work for a lil bit. Then Mr. Butler, Young Butler, will arrive in the UK and we will proceed to drink with one goal in mind. Alcohol Poisoning. Thats right. There will be definite puking and possible death.
Keep the Dream Alive.
pour some o yo 40 out