longblackbangs

I think I do a pretty good job with my living situation. I mean, sharing a one bedroom with another dude gets cramped every now and again, but when I need "my time" (which I need ALOT) I can always lay down in the kitchen or hide under the covers and my roommate will get the picture. But, having four people from out of town (only one who I know, and only get along with because we basically grew up together) for three days (they started stinking after a 1/2 a day) drove me fucking insane. At night I was sort of nice to them because I am a very friendly drunk, but during the day I could not help but give some of the snippiest ones liners I've fired in a long time. Anyway, it was like the weekend never came and I am now super-duper stressed instead of the regular stressed.

But hey! Any one of you guys and gals are welcome to come over and play payback with me. Together we will eat all the food in the house, throw all the roommates records and CDs onto the floor, and actaully break the drain in the tub and leave it for someone else to fix while we go see a movie. Whew...

Well, Billy rapped all night about his suicide, how he would kick it in the head when he reached 25...
Did you know that Ian Curtis got genuinly mad when David Bowie, after writing All The Young Dudes, lived passed the age of 25.