my resignation.
To whom it may concern,
I regret to inform you that although i have remained loyal to the fullest degree for the last 4 years, i must quit my position as the guitarist for the following band no name. (never say never) for the following reasons:
1. lack of appreciation. Just like my real job, you have made it a task of the utmost loathing every time we practice. Two words for you; band slaves. No more freezing my ass off while i'm sick for your petty fulfillment you selfish bastard.
2. lack of communication. we never hang out. we never speak. we aren't even friends. what is that? not to mention you little 'secret' that you wouldn't even tell me about. you know the one. so does the rest of live journal.
3. going behind our backs. shows with metal bands? are you fucking stupid? i don't know if you are aware, but we are not metal. we are not straight edge. we are not hardcore. I for one, do not want my ass kicked. not to mention, you using our band for your own pleasure. a.k.a posting classifieds through our band site for other genetic boys/transsexuals or homosexually interested boys. (jeph)
4. using us for your own 'release' as you so delicately put it in your latest entry, and also using us to boost your own ego. fuck you.
5. Time and Money. i go to school. i have almost lost my job. i can't afford this band. not enough time or money. not all of us have no life like you do.
for sara and i, the band comes below family. below work, below school. below lives. below each other. and below friends. this has nothing to do with me and sara 'hooking' up. that has actually kept me in the band longer. for your information, i was going to quit when school started, then along came sara. you should thank her because she made that demo possible.
this has nothing to do with your lifestyle. i could care less about the choices you make unless they ruin my life, which i'm sure you wouldn't mind doing for your own benefit. thanks a lot.
Brad
P.S. i chose to do this in this manner (live journal) since it seems to be the only way to communicate with you anymore. you won't tell me shit about anything anymore, so i will do the same. if you have any problems with this, feel free to e-mail me. just don't come to my room.
I regret to inform you that although i have remained loyal to the fullest degree for the last 4 years, i must quit my position as the guitarist for the following band no name. (never say never) for the following reasons:
1. lack of appreciation. Just like my real job, you have made it a task of the utmost loathing every time we practice. Two words for you; band slaves. No more freezing my ass off while i'm sick for your petty fulfillment you selfish bastard.
2. lack of communication. we never hang out. we never speak. we aren't even friends. what is that? not to mention you little 'secret' that you wouldn't even tell me about. you know the one. so does the rest of live journal.
3. going behind our backs. shows with metal bands? are you fucking stupid? i don't know if you are aware, but we are not metal. we are not straight edge. we are not hardcore. I for one, do not want my ass kicked. not to mention, you using our band for your own pleasure. a.k.a posting classifieds through our band site for other genetic boys/transsexuals or homosexually interested boys. (jeph)
4. using us for your own 'release' as you so delicately put it in your latest entry, and also using us to boost your own ego. fuck you.
5. Time and Money. i go to school. i have almost lost my job. i can't afford this band. not enough time or money. not all of us have no life like you do.
for sara and i, the band comes below family. below work, below school. below lives. below each other. and below friends. this has nothing to do with me and sara 'hooking' up. that has actually kept me in the band longer. for your information, i was going to quit when school started, then along came sara. you should thank her because she made that demo possible.
this has nothing to do with your lifestyle. i could care less about the choices you make unless they ruin my life, which i'm sure you wouldn't mind doing for your own benefit. thanks a lot.
Brad
P.S. i chose to do this in this manner (live journal) since it seems to be the only way to communicate with you anymore. you won't tell me shit about anything anymore, so i will do the same. if you have any problems with this, feel free to e-mail me. just don't come to my room.