All right Brian, no one is ever going to read this but you. This is where you can bitch about whatever the fuck you want. Maybe someone will read it way down the line, who knows, whatever. You can whine about your healthy infatuation with Katie, and you can rant about random shit. So lets get started......
Well, whats new with you, mothereffer? Quit the pizza place, working at Costco now. You have had a ridiculous cold for like 3 weeks, off and on, give or take. You're coughing up bright yellow shit all the time, and you can't afford to see a doctor. More water, more juice, hopefully I don't die. Music.....working on your own project, with Joe, Mike, Bryan, and the vocalist you finally got, Brandon. That's going well. Trying out to play drums for Shadowboxer. Might work out. Hopefully going to try out for Light This City, which would be excellent. Hmm. You're talking to Annie, but she's kind of boring now. No real future there, just having a good time. Jenn is super cool. See where that leads. What else? Going to move into an apartment with Tom, which will be a fucking badass time. No more dealing with insane mom. No more grandmother with Alzheimers. The fucking hostility just trickles down. That's pretty much it. Life is pretty happenin right now, besides my whack ass cold. Thanksgiving is today, technically. Goin over Nicks gramma's house in Foster City. Got Javier's wedding on Sunday, thats gonna be nuts. Hopefully I can go see Cradle of Filth and HIMSA and Bleeding Through on Sunday night. Monday is Darkest Hour with Between The Buried and Me, and Fear Before the March of Flames. That shit is going to be fucking radical beyond belief. Oh, bought a new amp, can't forget that. 350 watts of crushing low end, motherfucker. Mode 4 is a badass head, damn. Now I can bitch about how I want Katie. We're both Aries, to say the least. I can't really map out her whole astrological chart or anything, not that I'm too familiar with that shit anyway, but generally speaking, Aries get along with othet Aries. This is unrealistic, really. If I met her, I wouldn't know what to say, anyway. Holy shit, you're a suicidegirl!!! I read all your journal entries, blah blah, you're badass, we like the same music, we have a similar sense of humor. Whatever. It's been said that the fantasy of something is actually better than the reality. The wanting, and not the actualy having of something.....the thrill of the chase, that sort of thing. I think I partially believe that. Doesn't matter. I still would like to somehow meet her in some normal way, and see if we hit it off. She's with that guy from the Used right now, apparently. Things fade in time though. I could meet her. Stranger things have happened. I'm a retard. That fucking picture, I look like a fucking goofball. I gotta get a different one up there, damn. All right, end transmission.
Well, whats new with you, mothereffer? Quit the pizza place, working at Costco now. You have had a ridiculous cold for like 3 weeks, off and on, give or take. You're coughing up bright yellow shit all the time, and you can't afford to see a doctor. More water, more juice, hopefully I don't die. Music.....working on your own project, with Joe, Mike, Bryan, and the vocalist you finally got, Brandon. That's going well. Trying out to play drums for Shadowboxer. Might work out. Hopefully going to try out for Light This City, which would be excellent. Hmm. You're talking to Annie, but she's kind of boring now. No real future there, just having a good time. Jenn is super cool. See where that leads. What else? Going to move into an apartment with Tom, which will be a fucking badass time. No more dealing with insane mom. No more grandmother with Alzheimers. The fucking hostility just trickles down. That's pretty much it. Life is pretty happenin right now, besides my whack ass cold. Thanksgiving is today, technically. Goin over Nicks gramma's house in Foster City. Got Javier's wedding on Sunday, thats gonna be nuts. Hopefully I can go see Cradle of Filth and HIMSA and Bleeding Through on Sunday night. Monday is Darkest Hour with Between The Buried and Me, and Fear Before the March of Flames. That shit is going to be fucking radical beyond belief. Oh, bought a new amp, can't forget that. 350 watts of crushing low end, motherfucker. Mode 4 is a badass head, damn. Now I can bitch about how I want Katie. We're both Aries, to say the least. I can't really map out her whole astrological chart or anything, not that I'm too familiar with that shit anyway, but generally speaking, Aries get along with othet Aries. This is unrealistic, really. If I met her, I wouldn't know what to say, anyway. Holy shit, you're a suicidegirl!!! I read all your journal entries, blah blah, you're badass, we like the same music, we have a similar sense of humor. Whatever. It's been said that the fantasy of something is actually better than the reality. The wanting, and not the actualy having of something.....the thrill of the chase, that sort of thing. I think I partially believe that. Doesn't matter. I still would like to somehow meet her in some normal way, and see if we hit it off. She's with that guy from the Used right now, apparently. Things fade in time though. I could meet her. Stranger things have happened. I'm a retard. That fucking picture, I look like a fucking goofball. I gotta get a different one up there, damn. All right, end transmission.