born in hell
I'm at woodz house. Just Austin and I are here, and Austins fucking sleeping and snoring his head off. My phones dead, and I have to work at five. Shitty Shitty. I need an office job, or something where i work in the morning until 5 or so. I'm already sick of working night times and missing everything, even hate it more since im getting payed like 3.50. Fuck that.
Last night was fun, all the bands were good, and it was even more good to hang out and shit. My hand still hurts from punching that dude, and I'm still bitter about dropping my fucking pizza.
I didn't get to see amber colman this weekend, what the fuck! were suppose to be best friends.
Everyone I did see though, it was tight. I'll finish my life story eventually. It's a long one.
ritchies coming over.
born in hell.
Last night was fun, all the bands were good, and it was even more good to hang out and shit. My hand still hurts from punching that dude, and I'm still bitter about dropping my fucking pizza.
I didn't get to see amber colman this weekend, what the fuck! were suppose to be best friends.
Everyone I did see though, it was tight. I'll finish my life story eventually. It's a long one.
ritchies coming over.
born in hell.