Let's make it a recap.. and a spot of a few things.
This weekend in short had it's ups and downs. Yeah, sounds pretty much like I'm singing the same tune again right? Well, I cannot deny that I am; I sing, though, with a different ending. I've come to truly learn that if someone or something means everything to you, then you have to fight for it NO MATTER WHAT. There will be pain, suffering, tears, and all of that, but in the end, it's not all in vain.
No work tomorrow, tuesday, or wednesday. One word: good. You know what? **** them. Work is ****. The week before Christmas, they want to work me like an hooker in a bar full of restless men. **** that! They can get off their own damn asses and **** themselves like the ******* they ******* are!
[NOTE|In the event you wish to know, I have taken the liberty to censor myself.]
I've made way with a new band, Tragic Story, filling in the position on drums. It should be quite interesting seeing as I had such a hiatus on drumming, also seeing my status in Ghostbox, that being vocals. Tragic Story (which I hope you can all agree with me sounds so.. generic, so band cliché.. thank God for the option of a name change) has a bit of a history itself I'm told, as I am the second drummer to enter the band. Robert, the guitarist, is pretty talented so that's exciting to see what we as a band can produce.
Speaking of Ghostbox! We lost Matt, and currently need a drummer to fill the position. The band itself has actually been hanging on one leg, which sucks, cos we have a show Feb. 17th At Ray's Downtown in West Palm Beach! Help..
Saturday night, Cris and I made it to the Indie Underground which sir Christian, el TPT Merch Man himself, invited us to. It featured bands such as TPT, Handgun Romance, Rawvia, Kill Jasper, The Attacks, etc. We were joined by Charles a bit later on. After watching Kill Jasper, we decided to leave and head out to dinner with the likes of Kati, Andres and Jenny. This was only due to our plans to go to Cris' place being shot. Shot dead.
I'm scanning thoughts through my head to see if that has pretty much covered everything, and..... nope, it hasn't. It's just that the leftout details, the juicier (is it such a word?) and the more important ones have been purposely left out and left on a nice cushiony bed of memory cos they are none of your business!
At the mention of bed... I must accompany my dearest to sleep.
Goodnight Goodnight
No work tomorrow, tuesday, or wednesday. One word: good. You know what? **** them. Work is ****. The week before Christmas, they want to work me like an hooker in a bar full of restless men. **** that! They can get off their own damn asses and **** themselves like the ******* they ******* are!
[NOTE|In the event you wish to know, I have taken the liberty to censor myself.]
I've made way with a new band, Tragic Story, filling in the position on drums. It should be quite interesting seeing as I had such a hiatus on drumming, also seeing my status in Ghostbox, that being vocals. Tragic Story (which I hope you can all agree with me sounds so.. generic, so band cliché.. thank God for the option of a name change) has a bit of a history itself I'm told, as I am the second drummer to enter the band. Robert, the guitarist, is pretty talented so that's exciting to see what we as a band can produce.
Speaking of Ghostbox! We lost Matt, and currently need a drummer to fill the position. The band itself has actually been hanging on one leg, which sucks, cos we have a show Feb. 17th At Ray's Downtown in West Palm Beach! Help..
Saturday night, Cris and I made it to the Indie Underground which sir Christian, el TPT Merch Man himself, invited us to. It featured bands such as TPT, Handgun Romance, Rawvia, Kill Jasper, The Attacks, etc. We were joined by Charles a bit later on. After watching Kill Jasper, we decided to leave and head out to dinner with the likes of Kati, Andres and Jenny. This was only due to our plans to go to Cris' place being shot. Shot dead.
I'm scanning thoughts through my head to see if that has pretty much covered everything, and..... nope, it hasn't. It's just that the leftout details, the juicier (is it such a word?) and the more important ones have been purposely left out and left on a nice cushiony bed of memory cos they are none of your business!
At the mention of bed... I must accompany my dearest to sleep.
Goodnight Goodnight