It used to be the reason I breathed, but now it's choking me up....

Today was fun fun fun. I got home from work and dicked around for awhile, then I went and hung out with Jason, Nick, Miles, Jeremy, and Dave. They ran all over town doing band shite, and I tagged along. It was fun. I like hanging out. After going all over the city pretty much, we retired to DQ where I ate ice cream for dinner and stole Mile's pickle and shared it with Dave. Jer drove me home afterwards and here I am. Shit, I thought I would have more to talk about, but I guess not. My fucking hands are all cut up from work. I unpacked the entire back room of boxes and then started some work in children's wear. I hate how surface cuts hurt your skin the most. My voice is getting better, but it's not completely un-fucked yet. I want to go to new guy's tonight; I hope he signs on soon.



"Die young and save yourself!"
-Brand New