May 02, 2004 11:42
Look out kids. 2 o' clock is tearing up Tarpon again this Thursday night at 7 sharp.
Why are we playing another show? We're awful. We just hit stuff and yell and try not to laugh our asses off when people say we are good and clap.
Whatever. Jamming with Ryan is all I care about.
(You know I don't mean that is all I care about, nothing else, I mean, as far as all the screaming and thrashing goes, I am in it just because I get to jam with Ryan.
I have a sweet schedule coming up this week and next week. I am really starting to think I am a very important, very needed part of my department. Instead being the joke, I help make them. It seems kinda homo because I know most people are like, "My job is fucking gay, I hate it, all I ever wanna do is party!" but I like my job. My life would be nothing without it cause I would have no money for gas to see my Love and get to band practice, and I would have no instrument to play or an amp to hear myself at practice. It is one big cycle that never stops.
Last night was amazing. That parade fucked up my chi, but everything else was great. I love you babe.
Work. Again.