liarsenic

late at night my brain gets scrambled and i ramble. not insane unintelligible ramble but rather snippets of purple monkey dishwasher talk...thats kind of crazy ain't it? oh well...

done alot. saw my chemical romance with the ever gracious and pixie faced miss b, played guitar with my buds, ate dodgy pizza and interviewed the donnas along with mark of cain. i'm preparing to tear to shreds a few albums i've been reiviewing as they sucked and i'm in alittle bit of foul mood.

my god rains down fire on bad music. it is his will

i'm craving a good hardcore gig with some pit action. kids hitting and shredding each other like some battle royale to the breakdowns always makes me feel good about life...

spoke to the always divine always visually sublime goddess of the german front, miss sonja on msn. she is such an adorable thing even through typing. two thumbs up.

so whats the story for new years? i need someone to take pictures of me (that sounds so vain that i don't know how to stop the bleeding) for this little profile.

wow, this entry is so long for moi. feels like some kind of complete jerk off of my ego. as if people read this? bah!