I live in Vegas now. Sweet fucking ride.

On my way to Sonoma/Frisco at the end of February. I'm so excited for the road trip! My friend and I are going to take our time, and just driiiiiiive. I can't fucking wait. I can't fucking wait.

Mopey and emo. That's all I've been lately. And now, with some help (from Captain Planet!) I channel that energy into motivation! Motivation to get the FUCK out of this city. Motivation to find a new job. To save money. To pay debt!

Ironically, I have a bumper sticker that says, "Stop Bitching. Start A Revolution."

The revolution starts today.

Fuck the people that tell you that you first tattoo will hurt, when they don't have any themselves. And fuck people that tell you the septum is the most painful to pierce, when they don't have it either.

I had my septum done last night, with my sister, who got her first tattoo. We were fine! The septum? Easy as shit... Like with all piercings, the clamps are the most painful part, and the crusties in the morning suck. Otherwise, it's just another piercing.

I fucking hate antagonists. Stop raining on my fucking parade.

Oh bittersweet; oh liberating heartbreak... My heart is heavy, and yet, it is no longer a burden. My horizons are longer, and yet, I must travel alone. I have nothing, but everything is in front of me. I suppose I can sacrifice the one great thing in my life for the adventure of stepping out of my box to find more (or not find more, as the case may be). Fare thee well.

Dopplepost. Whoops.

I went to Warped Tour last night. It was okay. It was free, so I should be saying it was badass. I got to see Tiger Army. I really hoped they wouldn't play Hot Prowl. They play 5 songs and left, and then came back and said they had time for one more. And sure enough, it was Hot Prowl. I saw Alkaline Trio. They were okay. Bad Religion was fuckin' awesome. I got to hang out with Greg Hetson before and after the show. He's a rad fuckin' dude.

The End. (Punk Rock, not my scene.)

I just looked at my pics for the first time in ages. I am such a fuckin' narcissist. I'm going to have to completely overhaul and revamp this page.

No time. Must cook. No time. Must cook.

Oh SG, how I've missed you. ETS (echoingthesound.org) has taken over my life. Somehow, I'll just need to work SG back into my online routine.

Two people have sprung notices of resignation on me, and a third was fired. Who the fuck would've guessed that I would be the last original chef in my kitchen? My girlfriend and I are on the rocks. I've moved back in with my parents, who have gone from intense Christian fanatics to laidback soccer parents since I've left them 5 years ago.

God, I feel so lonely.

Just checkin' in on the ol' SG. Man have things changed. Certain fave Suicide Girls of mine are gone. A couple friends have left. And somehow, the SG Pychobilly group has not been annexed from me in my absence. Sweet. And as an update to my last post, in September, I don't drink anymore. I find I'm one that likes to try out things for a few weeks and then toss it aside if I don't like it. Binge drinking was one of those things. Thank the gods.

Anyone like my sexy purple pomp? I sure do.