God! An Update?
Not that main people will read this know, seeing as most of us have vanished off the face of this site, but what the fuck, who cares. I am bored.
Where to start in my long list of deranged rantings.
Oh the perfect target.
My fucking band.
Thats if it is clearly possible to call it a band. I mean seriosuly, It officialy started what, a year ago and it has done absolutely fuckign nothing! Out of all the stuff that has been made, I create dlike every last fucking part. Wow, penis created a few bass riffs here and there but wow, were they fucking similar everytime. Do any of them bother to book studios, contact me on the abnd anything, no. Fuck sake. And then Joe egts brought in, and suddenly supposedly no one knows. Oh get fucking bent. I may aswell take what developing talent I have, and everythign I have wrote somewhere fucking else that it will be appreciated and fucking active.
Teaching the Fallen? I am Teaching the fucking Fallen.
Fuckin' useless bastards.
I mean come on, I know I'm not amazing or anything, and Im still stuck trying to learn the theory behidn it all, but right now I'd say I still have more talent than the rest of the band put together. (Disregarding Joe, you know, he's technically not in it as it seems now). Fuck arse bandits.
SO. Danny = Available guitarist. With lyrics+riffs.
Make this man fucking do something worth his time!
Because right now, it's pissing me off so fucking much, I can barely play guitar I see no point in it.
And now to money.
Where the fuck do I spend over £500 in one month, and recal barely anything I've spent it on? I mean, if I was an alcoholic, or a druggy, then that would explain the money loss. But I am not. I cna only recla where like half of it has went.
And now I am fucking skint!
God I fucking hate life. Start school back so I can start getting paid! Before I am forced to get myself a fucking job.
And the only time \i ever want to play the PS2, the games I want to play, are up at my aunts. Argh. Fuck sake.
Some one go and buy me guitar stings. GHS, .09(or10) - .46.
Go on you know you want too.
I mean there is stuff that is currently awesoem and stuff but still, who cares. I'm still pissed off.
Come on some one make me angry so I can start a war or something.
I can see right through you all you simple little bitches.
Oh and too make me seem like myself.
I love, me.
Where to start in my long list of deranged rantings.
Oh the perfect target.
My fucking band.
Thats if it is clearly possible to call it a band. I mean seriosuly, It officialy started what, a year ago and it has done absolutely fuckign nothing! Out of all the stuff that has been made, I create dlike every last fucking part. Wow, penis created a few bass riffs here and there but wow, were they fucking similar everytime. Do any of them bother to book studios, contact me on the abnd anything, no. Fuck sake. And then Joe egts brought in, and suddenly supposedly no one knows. Oh get fucking bent. I may aswell take what developing talent I have, and everythign I have wrote somewhere fucking else that it will be appreciated and fucking active.
Teaching the Fallen? I am Teaching the fucking Fallen.
Fuckin' useless bastards.
I mean come on, I know I'm not amazing or anything, and Im still stuck trying to learn the theory behidn it all, but right now I'd say I still have more talent than the rest of the band put together. (Disregarding Joe, you know, he's technically not in it as it seems now). Fuck arse bandits.
SO. Danny = Available guitarist. With lyrics+riffs.
Make this man fucking do something worth his time!
Because right now, it's pissing me off so fucking much, I can barely play guitar I see no point in it.
And now to money.
Where the fuck do I spend over £500 in one month, and recal barely anything I've spent it on? I mean, if I was an alcoholic, or a druggy, then that would explain the money loss. But I am not. I cna only recla where like half of it has went.
And now I am fucking skint!
God I fucking hate life. Start school back so I can start getting paid! Before I am forced to get myself a fucking job.
And the only time \i ever want to play the PS2, the games I want to play, are up at my aunts. Argh. Fuck sake.
Some one go and buy me guitar stings. GHS, .09(or10) - .46.
Go on you know you want too.
I mean there is stuff that is currently awesoem and stuff but still, who cares. I'm still pissed off.
Come on some one make me angry so I can start a war or something.
I can see right through you all you simple little bitches.
Oh and too make me seem like myself.
I love, me.