May 17, 2006 00:56
So i'm back home....
Miserable little place, isn't it? I believe so. I believe so.
The screen on my dear phone broke so i cannot tell who is calling me or who has called, i can't get anyones numbers and i cannot see text messages so please for fucks sake stop texting me. This'll all blow over soon.
On a much sadder note, i miss my friends terribley already. I miss the people i know i won't see much over the summer but i saw every day outsides Crossroads. I so easily forgot my friends at home and made a whole different life at school and now i'm back for the summer with nothing to do.
I refuse to stay in my house for any long periods of time unless i am unconscious due to drinking or other forms of intoxication. I plan to visit everyone and their mother (except for people who don't like that phrase) and hopefully my good friends will hook Gil and i up with shows across New England and upstate NY. We'll be writing and playing a ton of music this summer. Finally, a fucking band. Thought i'd die before i was in another one. We need a name. Any suggestions? Of course not, because i do not like you and your thought means poop. Yes, i said poop. That's so gay, right?
So yeah. Call me? For sure.