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JustflewinfromVegasandboyismysoultired.

Seriously, what a shithole. Mark and Monica's wedding was a blast.

On this pleasant rainy day I will update all my various web speaking enterprises that go neglected so often. I don't know why go so long with adjusting this page. Naked girls every time logging on happens. What sort of fool am I?

Finished a few of the nearly two dozen books I've purchased in the last month. Since discovering the nearly secret Valhalla books...
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Well, I actually got to go to the Faint/Bright Eyes gig. That light show those boys have sure is impressive. As much as I love Bright Eyes, they could have been less boring. The Faint were definately the ass kickers tonight.

Last night was the 1 year anniversary of Shutter. It might be my favorite club night going right now. I went thu all 200...
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The worthless crackheads in this fucking town make me want to kill everyone. This morning I found my sparkplugs broken off for the second time.

What pisses me off the most is that I left one on the ground next to the bike so this wouldn't happen. You know, I really just can't stand drug users. Especially fucking stupid cracker ass punk rock squatters like...
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Last Night's Death Rock Booty Call was a pretty decent affair. There were only about forty people, but everyone seemed to be having fun. The band Lolita was highly enjoyable. The singer/ Guitarist had a good Telecaster based sound and the Organ player was pretty talented.

I took a rare day off work today. I shouldn't have.

Already my fledgling band has lost it's practice...
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Check. Check....

The band rolls along mightily despite a name. Guitar skills being on the ascendent, I feel good about this latest festival of creative droning. Still no permanent Bass player. Still no skilled organ player. Still no problems.

Bartending like a fiend. My hands are rotting off. Seriously. They look like eighty year old man hands. They feel like cinder blocks.

So Sunday has become band practice day. Awesome. I haven't been in a band in so long. My pal Scott and I moved this Hammond organ I bought into the practice space and its very presence inspires musical greatness.

We're going to be stealing heavily from Credence Clearwater Revival and the Birthday Party. Maybe you can't imagine that but I can and it's glorious. Lebowski...
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Oh Tobacco, why are you so good? Yep. Started smoking again. Plan to quit monday so that my 7am Muay Thai class will be possible.

Loved Sin City. Springfield Armory handguns, old leather coats, ancient cars with fins, Mickey Rourke. Perfect. Oh, and no Lil' Jon beats. Thank the Lawd!

I'm so busy right now that I could scream:

-Paying tickets (fucking motorcycle)
-Repairing bike (fucking motorcycle)
-New band
-Taxes
-Girlfriend handling (fucking girlfriend)
-Registering new Colt .45 1911 (to shoot myself with)
-School (fucking homework)

While switching headlight lenses on my triumph a fastener popped out and hit me in the right eye. I thought I was blind for a second, but fortunately I can still see (though it is a little blurry). I will never scoff at safety goggles again.

My girlfriend's bullshit dog has chewed the folllowing items recently: My new HIgh on Fire record, my prescription glasses,...
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