I can't stand my piece of shit computer. I barely press "backspace" and there goes my masterpiece of a blog. Half an hour of genius gone down the rich text drain.
Basically, today was short as I got schooled by this Starbucks manager guy that made me feel worthless yet a work in progress because I know that if someday I turn out like him, I would have sold my soul to the coffee-grinding devil. "Cool beans".
Sorry Stez, I totally screwed up and left you hanging today. Needless to say I came home ready to change and come back and woke up three hours later still in my wife-beater and dickies. I promise I will make it up to you.
Currently my ears are getting bruised by Genghis Tron, a sick band that uses more samples than an ass-tappin' rapper and still shreds shit up without a (gasp) drummer. If you don't get inspired by Board Up the House which, in my opinion, was the best metal album of 2008, then may God have mercy on your Dead Magnetic soul.
I'm epically missing Erica, who is under the weather at the moment. I'd like to make her feel better.
I wish houses on my block weren't so close together, and that their wasn't a quarter inch thick walls in my house so that I can blast my shit. I have a sound system for a reason. Music seems to be the only thing that brings color to my room. If I could, I'd have someone paint something on one of my walls. That'd be the shit.
Being the ever-supporting scene freak I am, I urge, no expect you to come to the E&G Games benefit show on January 24th at 6:00 pm. It's a measly $2 to get in and you'd be supporting not only some badass musicians but most importantly a very good independently-owned small business in town. Earl, and Gloria are good people and what's better than video games? If anyone has the chance, go down there and buy whatever may interest you. Fuck Wal-Mart (although most employees are cool).
Apparently the bill is going to be pretty legendary, as their are apparently 7 acoustic acts playing, including me, which reminds me that I need to get my shit together. But don't come for me, come for the cause and the real talent holding it down in G-Town.
Drugs are bad, life is good, stop relying on things to make you feel half alive. Everyone can see that 40oz. smile on your face. Trade a cup of ignorance for a nice glass of shut the fuck up and listen. /end rant
Oh and friends please message your number. I've lost most of them with the incoming of my new phone and I don't have a great organizational memory. Thanks in advance.
Don't be afraid to, you know, leave a blog comment or something. I know I'm no Chuck Palahniuk, but someday I might be if I have the balls to write a mind-blowing novel like Fight Club or Choke. You never know. So the feedback would be legitimate, posi or nega.
Honest writing. Honest feelings. I'm bringing it back.