Sep 01, 2004 14:16
on friday, i'm going to make the most joyous ride to the bank imaginable.
$3000.
three thousand dollars.
one two three thousand.
it'll be gone in a couple days just paying bills and trying to get out of debt, but still.
money to get my tattoo finished, money to buy a little bit of music equipment i've been wanting and a couple records and some new shoes.
and then an empty bank account again.
it's alright cause i've got a job now and hopefully i will never ever have to feel as broke/broken as i have in the past couple months ever again.
i hate money, but it is sure nice to have a little bit sometimes.
never again. never again.
i hate this journal now.
i want to write five thousand songs that all have the word 'dance' somewhere in them.
i think i'm going to start working on that now.
i have to make god damn fucking flyers tonight.
brandon.
ps- why the fuck would you want to cover up the words 'viva love'? in effect, they're saying that a plain and uniform brick wall is more important than love filling our hearts; i guess i just have the mind of a criminal, but love is never vandalism. i will never understand this world.