killmequickly

I think that out of all the physical things we could experience, as far as bodily functions, like having an orgasm or going pee, having a headache or heartburn, the worst would have to be having bile come out of your nose. It fucking sucks. I felt fine when I went to sleep last night. Then, I wake up at 5am, 2 hours earlier than I need to get up, tossing and turning with an upset stomach. I finally sit up, after trying to go back to sleep for about 10 minutes, and there's the rush. I run to the bathroom, and it's fucking hell for the next 5-10 minutes. It just stings so bad, it fucking stinks, man. When I throw up from puking, it's not such a big deal, I don't know why. This was just all bile. Just warm, burning liquid, stinging my throat, eyes, and nose. I was dying. I came home from work early today. I didn't want to call in. I figured it would be better to show up and go home early, than to not come in at all. Hung out with Through The Eyes Of The Dead yesterday. They are playing with us tonight, in SF at the Pound. They were supposed to play in LA yesterday, but they're having van troubles, so they skipped it in order to get repairs done today. I got the Suicidegirls dvd, and it's fucking awesome. I've already watched it 3 times since saturday. I wish had female friends like that. I'm tired of meeting boring, timid people with no fucking opinion on anything. I like being around girls that know how to rage super hard, and that just let it all out, they don't give a shit what people think. That's how life should be. Plus, the burlesque show is coming through CA in November, and I'm going to try to go to the 5 dates it's here, if I can. I don't even care, it's gonna be fucking radical. Man, nothing much else new. Just chilling at home, enjoying a half day. Laundry. Going to maybe clean out my car. I have to be at the Pound by 6pm, since we're opening the show tonight. We get to do a week long tour in the winter, which is going to be sick as fuck. I love touring, so much. I fucking love not having any responsibility besides getting from show to show on time, rocking out super hard, and that's it. Travel and play and travel and play. Sleep somewhere new each night, meet new people, make new friends. I already sleep in a sleeping bag on my bed at home. I love my sleeping bag. All right, shower time.