emptyharbour

Arrhythmogenic Right Ventricular Cardiomyopathy.

In simpler terms, my ticker seems to be fairly fucked. Fun times with an electrocardiogram and an echocardiogram ahead. Blood tests, ahoy.

Dammit.

Ach...

So Sarah did wonders on my hair, and I'm now a colorful bastard. The first real time I've bothered to have a little fun with it, and I'm not too much a chuff to admit I love the results.

Wow, my first comment left, from a dazzling SG no less. I feel strangely elated and more than a tad dorky all at once. I...
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Endless grey clouds today. I want the fog to come back, I want the rain to pour down. I hate this melancholy bullshit weather. Make it worth my while to get out of bed in the morning. Everybody loves a storm.

Sold a guitar, bought another one. Paul Reed Smith now has his claws in me. I've finally reached the point where my gear is...
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I was given this SG account for Sinner's Christmas, by an unknown friend. Whoever you are, thanks much.

Stay tuned for the day-to-day happenings of your average 20-something. Alcohol-soaked emotional outburts and rage-infused social commentary included, free of charge.

Big changes, in this life of mine. 2006 is going to be my fucking year. I can't wait.