On the way to the club. I had a fucking shitty time. I wanted to kick this Goth pansy's ass. For like of sleep and agony for my new piercing I hadn't slept as much as I'd have liked. I bought several spiked braclets when I was sixteen. I doubt I'll ever have kids but At least I can be buried with them.



The size of some of the spikes I own make them highly illegal to wear in public. Oh well, Being Metal anymore means fucking hoodies and being about the music, not the rebellion. I guess rebellion is too dangerous nowadays. Queer, conservative and new planet Earth

I think I'll stick with the Ink, fuck this piercing shit. The piercer told me that most won't go with a vertical because of the pain, did I listen? Do I fucking ever. I Want MY MOMMY!!!!!!!!



Hopefully I'll be able to sleep someday soon. I was so miserable at the club that I think I ruined everyone elses good time. Fuck it, I've got a lot of making up to do with quite a few people. Its getting harder and harder for me to want to deal with the bullshit humans offer. Perhaps its best us wolves stay solitary or just run with our own packs. I just don't dig too much on clicks. Anyway L8er.......AJ