First entry thing. Do I get a medal?
Uh.. so I'm really lost, Petty dear. I guess I'll start posting random crap now? Sure, let's go with that.
Maybe I'll actually get use out of this thing. No one will read it, but at least I'll have this instead of a stupid diary for 5 year olds. I can post up writing and stuff. Hell, drawings too. But whatever.
So I didn't wanna post an entry without my layout, but I'm being a picky ass about it and making banner after banner, so I figured I might as well post SOMETHING. What, do I call these blogs or what? I sound like such a 90-year-old grandma or something whining about how she doesn't get kids these days.
Anyway, got a white button down shirt and bracelets and stuff for my Halloween costume, I'll look like shit, but whatever. It'll be dark in the courthouse and I'll be with Patience, so my ego will be like.. at epic levels when we start giggling and acting stupid and scaring little kids. Gonna be a rockstar carrying around my old guitar that I don't give a crap what happens to it. My bass (still on my first one, haha.) however, shall be plastered with band stickers in typical punk fashion and hung on my wall long after I stop playing him. Oh yes. District will never get trashed or sold. Never.
Ranting about things no one cares about, so I guess I'll end this right here. Bye creepy stalkers.
Maybe I'll actually get use out of this thing. No one will read it, but at least I'll have this instead of a stupid diary for 5 year olds. I can post up writing and stuff. Hell, drawings too. But whatever.
So I didn't wanna post an entry without my layout, but I'm being a picky ass about it and making banner after banner, so I figured I might as well post SOMETHING. What, do I call these blogs or what? I sound like such a 90-year-old grandma or something whining about how she doesn't get kids these days.
Anyway, got a white button down shirt and bracelets and stuff for my Halloween costume, I'll look like shit, but whatever. It'll be dark in the courthouse and I'll be with Patience, so my ego will be like.. at epic levels when we start giggling and acting stupid and scaring little kids. Gonna be a rockstar carrying around my old guitar that I don't give a crap what happens to it. My bass (still on my first one, haha.) however, shall be plastered with band stickers in typical punk fashion and hung on my wall long after I stop playing him. Oh yes. District will never get trashed or sold. Never.
Ranting about things no one cares about, so I guess I'll end this right here. Bye creepy stalkers.