Phlegm
So, hm. I guess me and this journal broke up. It has definately been awhile and I have entirelly, well probably completely lost my mind. A few good things to mention- I am indubitably over stage fright! The band is getting ridiculously big? But for the wrong reasons. I'd rather people like the music and hate the show than not pay attention to the music and love the show, but I guess whatever works. I have two decently decent Mustangs which is more than I could ever say about Ikbal, but neither of them have the 'tude or that dark cryptic mystic he had. I have a good job now. Getting promoted and shit and getting overtime and vacation time and sick time and holiday pay and the stuff that comes with a real job that was nothing less than dream just out of reach Cap'n Eddies. I finally have enough money to buy decent equipment and do stuff with my cars. BUT I'm not happy atoll. Not with the cars, the band, or job. Shit. John. Fuck it. Contusions.