nocturnus

I keep wondering why I put up with shit that makes me tense, irritable, sick to my stomach and disgusted with life. Then, it's my own choices that have brought me to be where I am.

I can only hope for change...change for which I am afraid to be the harbinger.

Alright class, here is your homework:

Iced Earth/Evergrey/Children of Bodom + St. Louis + Me + Monday night =

A) My alcohol-induced death in a firey crash on the way home at 2am.
B) The launching of a new career, when I'm asked to join one of the bands and run away on tour.
C) Bastard children with groupie mothers.

The answer when/if I return, Wednesdayish...

I must now get off the internet and re-learn guitar parts to some of the Tunghook material. We audition a drummer and bassist within the week.

Have a good week, fucks, fuckettes, and sweet lovely pretty people.

Carpe Noctem