No idea what I wanted to say, really. I've got nothing conclusive. Zero hittage. Tell me, what that says about my life now. Put that gavel against that block. Waiting for judgement, I'm open to your verdict. Open but empty.
Hi everyone, this is one excellent thing coming your way this week. Free up your friday, save your 10 dollars and come down to scape cause its gonna be a blast. And I will see you there.
You know those days when you just can't complete the sentence; "i just wanna..."
that's an absolute twist-your-fucking-intestines-inside-out shitty feeling.
but at least i know who i am.
who i really am.
hanging out with the people you dont usually hang out with really improves your perspective on things. and on yourself. and in spite of life's brutal shittiness, i think ive got my old self back. listening to all the bands i used to listen to even though everyone may say they are supposedly dead.
whatever the fuck you have,
embrace it.
and that is why everyone should have a conversation with leon wan when even a java chip blended latte with an oreo cheesecake at starbucks can't cheer you up. by the way, that drink goes superbly well with that dessert, and is a brilliantly crafted foodstuff. hoo yay.
http://myspace.com/blink182
http://myspace.com/theataris
http://myspace.com/runkidrun
http://myspace.com/thestartingline
http://myspace.com/newfoundglory
http://myspace.com/fouryearstrong
go of you wanna make some of my favourite kind of punk rock fly into your ass.