- I am pro-Prozac. I am the Bigfoot Crusade ( Read more... )

Ha! I am in a fucking punk band. I am so happy.

Well, nothing here inspires me. Nothing motivates me. I have no muse. I have no relations. But, can I really bitch about it? No! It is my own damn fault nothing gets done! Bah..

I got to hang out with Mr. Joe Mason tonight.

I'm kind of just laying back.

Nobody got me high on my birthday. I cried..

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I wonder where I'll be in two years. I'm ready to leave this state, if not this country. I want to start playing sets locally, though. Yeah, I'll start preparing soon ( Read more... )

My dog Sadie was put to sleep yesterday.

Oh, Bill Watterson is a genius.
It doesn't mean anything at all, does it?

Well, fuck you.

Drunk off your memories.

I have pretty much lost all connection with the things/people I love. I don't draw, read, or write anymore.

Everything is kind of hazy.

I miss church.

I miss reality. Sanity became a memory..

But, I haven't forgotten the people and things I love. I'm still alive. I'm more alive than ever before. I just kind of took a break.

Jah, Na-ta is back

Noble is my Ireland. This small town, born by Almighty, has got to be..something. I don't know where I was going with that.

I've met my friends.

Hey, call me.

This blog is dead.

No, it isn't.

I've been really busy lately, what with school and ganja.

Finals.

I am going to(hopefully still)contribute to a magazine - Arbitrary Violence.

Fuck all of you.

No, I love all things.

Just fuck a lot of things.

Kudos..

Ta.

I had a lot of fun with Daniel and Proc. I don't really remember it, though. That was Monday..

Saturday went to Chicago and for the most part it was fun. But, Ta..

Friday was mad.

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