she blew me a kiss and it blew me away
i'm a work stiff. holler back like whoa hoe! in addition, i am also a strongly inspired and somewhat talented shitty excuse for a musician. i've been praying to the riff gods to pass me down the power of the sweedish, and all signs point to black hair and tattoos. the fruits of my labor have ripened and spoiled in an instant. god damn it why cant i write songs!?! -on a less personal note, i hope to see everyone at the black dahlia show this sunday, and mike, come get your gay ass locust sweatshirt, i cant believe you bought that thing. i would never be caught dead wearing a sweatshirt of its kind.