Holy shit, I'm doing it again!
Well, let's start off with the fact that I was angry at myself today.
I went out and partied with Tommy T-Bags. Great fucking guy. Had myself a blast. Hope to get in plenty of hanging out with that dude before the Koffin Kats head on over to Europe.
Anyhow, that's not why I was angry. I was angry because my hungover ass woke up at 11am and I didn't get home until around 12 (had to go shopping for the mom). Then I get called into work early because someone called off. So that means that I spent my Sunday morning, one of the two mornings per week that I don't have to work, sleeping and going to work. Way to get shit accomplished.
I got a random nostalgic notion to go looking for a picture through my comments on myspace. Looked over a bunch of old comments and I thought about the memories that I still have of those days. Thus, I just started feeling better about the day about half an hour ago.
Aint Dead Yet, Wednesday night Punk Rock nights down at the Tipperary that I'm doing booking/promotion for now, got a nice boost thanks to a dude named Squirrel. He's the lead singer of a band called The Cavity Creeps, and he's offered to give me a hand booking all of February. Hopefully he'll pull through and get a little bit of pressure off of my back.
I planned on doing this post and then starting my homework. That was like two hours ago. God damn internet scrabble.
So I'm going to take a shower and then try to get some work done. More to come in the following week.
Word to a motherfucka,
Straight out of Compton
I went out and partied with Tommy T-Bags. Great fucking guy. Had myself a blast. Hope to get in plenty of hanging out with that dude before the Koffin Kats head on over to Europe.
Anyhow, that's not why I was angry. I was angry because my hungover ass woke up at 11am and I didn't get home until around 12 (had to go shopping for the mom). Then I get called into work early because someone called off. So that means that I spent my Sunday morning, one of the two mornings per week that I don't have to work, sleeping and going to work. Way to get shit accomplished.
I got a random nostalgic notion to go looking for a picture through my comments on myspace. Looked over a bunch of old comments and I thought about the memories that I still have of those days. Thus, I just started feeling better about the day about half an hour ago.
Aint Dead Yet, Wednesday night Punk Rock nights down at the Tipperary that I'm doing booking/promotion for now, got a nice boost thanks to a dude named Squirrel. He's the lead singer of a band called The Cavity Creeps, and he's offered to give me a hand booking all of February. Hopefully he'll pull through and get a little bit of pressure off of my back.
I planned on doing this post and then starting my homework. That was like two hours ago. God damn internet scrabble.
So I'm going to take a shower and then try to get some work done. More to come in the following week.
Word to a motherfucka,
Straight out of Compton