So here I am in stl sitting on the floor of jen's apartment. It's 3:30 in the am, it's a little cold, and I can't sleep ( Read more... )

"Now dammit, look here, all of you, we all must admit that everything is fine and there's no need in the world to worry, and in fact we should realize what it would mean to us to UNDERSTAND that we're not REALLY worried about ANYTHING. Am I right?"

Well, I'm all finished packing and ready to go in the morning. Seeing Tool Thursday and most likely ( Read more... )

Goddamnit.

"Yeah, I've had some good years... Wait, I still have good years. I'm still partying in your good years!"

Two more days...

Another week of let downs and set backs. I've been broke for six months and it's driving me fucking crazy. Normally, I can do poverty, but not when I have plans that require money. I'm going to St. Louis from the 9th through the 15th, seeing Tool on the 11th, and catching In Flames on my way home. My paycheck will cover bills and gas, but that ( Read more... )

It's 7:30 and I'm awake so Ross and I can go sell plasma. I feel sketchy. It's to fund a trip though, so it's for a good cause. Well, I suppose it's to fund a fancy dinner on said trip to be exact. mmmm.... blood money.

On May 11th, Jen and I are seeing Tool at a venue that seats only 3,500. Floor tickets, even. Sweet Jebus, I'm pumped.

I'm seeing Tool, bitches!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d1oqOBPOh8E

WATCH!