In the spirit of my disconnect from who I was, and who I knew, I'm no longer updating this journal after this entry. Still debating on deleting the journal because I've been so...verbose over the last 3 years on this data feed, but I'm far too drunk and tired (17 hours of sleep in 9 days) to back up everything month by month right now. And it's ( Read more... )

Best job in the world?

Angela Ryan's photographer.

(insert incomprehensible cartoon ay-ahaya-hyahyahya noise here)

Nach einer Woche des Trainings, bin ich noch sehr viel in der Honeymoonphase für dieses Jobs. Ein ungeregelt schönes Mädchen gab einer Darstellung auf etwas heute morgen. Ich zahlte Aufmerksamkeit zu ihr Wörter nicht, weil ich durch ihre Schönheit betäubt wurde. Ich fing an, die korporative Gummidruckkugel wie eine supple Brust fondling, die in ( Read more... )

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I'm hitting the giant reset button of Life. I'm starting over with 99 guys, gonna win this time, gonna save the princess and all her decoys, gonna eat a lot of shrooms, gonna keep running until the music speeds up, gonna smash those walls gonna raise those flags ( Read more... )

Thanks to you who invited me out of the house for a fun party tonight, I really enjoyed it and seeing everybody again ( Read more... )

Why...must...every...rock musician...in...metro...Phoenix...be...a...TOTAL FUCKING FLAKE?! I am Jack's perpetual frustration.

No rehearsal. Hopefully meeting a new face over coffee or industrial Üntz Üntz instead.

I want to eat the ears off chocolate easter bunnies and force them to use the relay system.

-Scatterbrained, Over and Out

( They really should make artists exempt from paying taxes )

Everything's all set now ( Read more... )