Well here comes a test, a fight until death, a song without a rest...
Work was really bad. My belt broke and the pants I'm wearing NEED a belt or they fall down so they were like sliding down slowly and I couldn't fix them because I was carrying dishes and whatnot. I talked to Tracey for a little bit and that was nice because she knows what she's talking about for the most part, and I talked to Shannon too, and Tami kind of. And now I need to go to bed and dream. Because dreams are good for the most part and I enjoy them. And tomorrow I can fix my room up again. And I need a damn computer monitor. Blah. Alright, good night to the two friends I have on here and anyone else who's reading this.
Oh, and I'm nervous because Letter Kills might be playing after all because their tour dates are still up on the website and on TA and on the Lost Prophets site, so I still have hope. I always have hope, and that's maybe a bad thing. Once I get my hopes up, I can trick my brain into believing anything. That's bad, I guess. Or good. Or bad. Alrighty, good night.
Oh, and I'm nervous because Letter Kills might be playing after all because their tour dates are still up on the website and on TA and on the Lost Prophets site, so I still have hope. I always have hope, and that's maybe a bad thing. Once I get my hopes up, I can trick my brain into believing anything. That's bad, I guess. Or good. Or bad. Alrighty, good night.