well, it's been awhile... im here in Tampa/St. Pete now... I was gonna go hit this little punky kinda place called the emerald tonite, but they were closed... so I meandered across the central ave to an upscale italian place called BellaBrava... apparently, it becomes hard to manuever a motor vehicle after a human might consume 7 pints of ginger and bourbon, and 8 pints of guiness, in oh, say, two and a half hours... there was a waitress there, from, of all places, long island, new york... she and I hit it off, but I just dont wanna party with some long islander right now... Im really comlacent, been couped up in my hotel room due to rain for the last week, so one would gather that some fresh flesh to play with would have been a major bonus, but I just wasnt feeling it for some reason... i dunno... maybe im heading to asexuality... lord knows my right hand has been my constant companion as of late.
If I dont get the project running here asap, im gonna probably take a piece of thick bull rope out of my truck, tie it around my balls, attach the pther end to a cinder block, and toss it off a roof.... fucking horrendous or production has been here, havent had a solid day of work in 7 days, thanks to the rain... the GM wants me to sign a lifetime contract (no shit, seriously) and I am considering... guess I can kiss my (meager) social life goodbye...
i dunno, just really bummed, i guess. havent seen my mom and pops in a few months, and my little sis Samantha wants to hang out (15 years old and gorgeous, be warned horny teenage males...) but im, oh, 1400 miles from home... just a really shit situation from a personal standpoint... the company is doing well, however, and If i keep up the good work, they may allow me to have part of my life back...
at this point, I have three contracts running, 1.2 billion and 1.4 billion in connecticut, and .85 billion here in florida... big BIG projects... just trying to kick as much ass as possible without dying in the process..
apparently some company called Net Works, who represents such bands as Sum 41 (gay, i know... but noteriety counts for something) wants Nephillim to cut a REAL studio track, to assess, as to decide whether or not they would like to represent us... they are gonna pay for the recording, so i guess it is all good, we have nothing to loose... maybe i'll get to be a rock (uh.. black metal) star after all...
SO, IN CLOSING, JIM BEAM IS EVIL, AND I LOVE IT... FLORIDA PUSSY IS FLEETING AT BEST, AND I MISS MY FAMILY AND FRIENDS IN THE NORTHEAST...
POPPA T
