alive, kinda.
so i finally went to the doctor. i have (had?) asthmatic bronchitis. i hadn't been to a doctor or taking any medication to keep my asthma in check because i didn't know i still had medical insurance. so, now that i'm back on my meds i feel pretty good. still cough every now and again, but i can't expect that to just vanish.
things roll on steadily with design the end. we have a show at the end of the month with a bunch of bands i couldn't care less about, but it's going to funny as fuck to embarrass all these bands from out of state when more kids show up for us than for them. next month we're playing with ligeia in clark. that show will be spectacular. i don't really care for ligeia anymore but they do bring out one metric fuckton of kids, and the venue is literally five minutes from my house so i won't have to fight to stay awake on the ride home after petering myself out playing. (on a sidenote, my firefox spellcheck doesn't note "fuckton" as a misspelling of anything. odd, but i'll allow it.) i understand i'm quite the site when i play shows. i kinda don't even notice what i do, but apparently at our show last month, i jumped and got actual legit air. imagine? my fat ass getting hang time? i love this band, hahaha. recording keeps getting pushed back for one reason after the other and it pisses me off pretty bad. we have to wait it out. nobody outside of me and ron can scrape together cash to record right away if we go anywhere outside of jam room, so fuck it. whatever. these recordings just better sound like zuess hammered a rhythem section out of lighting and sex. if we waited on this dude for nothing i'm going to fart in a mason jar and make everyone in the band open it at every practice.
as always, i attract or become attracted to the wrong kind of girls. i'm not even going to delve into that, suffice to say, i need to learn to stop expecting anything more than mild to moderate letdowns.
i am going to be buried alive by debt if i don't find a full time job very very fucking soon.
someone help meeee
or loan me lots of money and i'll pay you back in sex and food
g'day
things roll on steadily with design the end. we have a show at the end of the month with a bunch of bands i couldn't care less about, but it's going to funny as fuck to embarrass all these bands from out of state when more kids show up for us than for them. next month we're playing with ligeia in clark. that show will be spectacular. i don't really care for ligeia anymore but they do bring out one metric fuckton of kids, and the venue is literally five minutes from my house so i won't have to fight to stay awake on the ride home after petering myself out playing. (on a sidenote, my firefox spellcheck doesn't note "fuckton" as a misspelling of anything. odd, but i'll allow it.) i understand i'm quite the site when i play shows. i kinda don't even notice what i do, but apparently at our show last month, i jumped and got actual legit air. imagine? my fat ass getting hang time? i love this band, hahaha. recording keeps getting pushed back for one reason after the other and it pisses me off pretty bad. we have to wait it out. nobody outside of me and ron can scrape together cash to record right away if we go anywhere outside of jam room, so fuck it. whatever. these recordings just better sound like zuess hammered a rhythem section out of lighting and sex. if we waited on this dude for nothing i'm going to fart in a mason jar and make everyone in the band open it at every practice.
as always, i attract or become attracted to the wrong kind of girls. i'm not even going to delve into that, suffice to say, i need to learn to stop expecting anything more than mild to moderate letdowns.
i am going to be buried alive by debt if i don't find a full time job very very fucking soon.
someone help meeee
or loan me lots of money and i'll pay you back in sex and food
g'day