I need to get a digital camera. No offense to Little Wooden Boy, but I have much nicer teeth. His are a little too George Washington. HAhahahahaha... Get it, wooden teath............... I'm sorry. That was entirely uncalled for. I'll have to kick my own ass later.
So, I was driving to pick my brother up from work right... I came to visit my parents at just the right time, 2 of their 3 cars are dead, of course, I'm going home in a few days, so then they're screwed... Anyway, I'm on my way to pick him up, and I pop in some Dillinger Escape Plan. Now, I hate looking at the lyrics to songs in the little book thingy you get with the CD or on the net or whatever- it's just too much damn work. So when I'm listening to a band where there's lots of screaming involved, I like to think that maybe... just maybe... this songwriters lyrics hold the secret of life. Then I strain to decipher it. Although, I suppose that subconciously, this a very pessimistic view of life... to think that the one person who holds the secret of life itself, feels the need to scream it with such anger.
So I pick Zach up right? The kids almost 9 years my junior, but we've been great friends his whole life. Mainly because I'm imature. But it's worked out to his advantage. He's a Junior in High School, but all of his friends are Juniors in college. Even his girlfriend is robbing the cradle. I was never so lucky. Now Zach and I are talking on the drive back, and he tells me that the High School play is going to be Little Shop of Horrors. Thats when I ask myself, "Steve... Why the fuck don't you own 'Little Shop of Horrors' on DVD yet?" High speed U-turns are fun. We head over to Best Buy and poke around, but the Bastards don't have it! Those Sons-of Bitches! So in protest, I purchased $130 worth of mechandise. But wait, there's more! The silver lining is that I FINALLY purchased the Kids in the Hall box set. Plus, I taught my little brother who the Dropkick Murphys were. He had heard of them, but never heard them. So I smacked him in the back of the head and bought him Do or Die.
I just finished watching Lonestar. Good flick. It's amazing what a little thing like getting out of the military can do for you. This is the first time in YEARS I don't feel depressed. I'm annoying the shit out of myself with all my cheerfullness.
Damnit I hate being cheerfull!!! I really should pay my rent tomorrow, otherwise I won't have an apartment to go back to. I need to find a job. Hallmark wants to hire me as a medic for this next TV movie, but shit, there's no way I want to get stuck working for them constantly. And I don't want to stay in the medical field. It just reminds me of the military now. 
Thank god for pukefaces. They express my emotions so well. I need to find some camera work. That would be cool. And I should try to write, but I'm not sure I can anymore. Now I'm starting to feel depressed. Hell yeah! Back in familiar territory again!
If you've made it this far, you're probably falling asleep were you sit. Oops, sorry. Aparantly I can't write anymore. I use to be descent... Honest. Oh well, guess I'll go to bed now, or maybe drive around. Phoenix is a lonely city at night. I'm gonna go keep it company.
So, I was driving to pick my brother up from work right... I came to visit my parents at just the right time, 2 of their 3 cars are dead, of course, I'm going home in a few days, so then they're screwed... Anyway, I'm on my way to pick him up, and I pop in some Dillinger Escape Plan. Now, I hate looking at the lyrics to songs in the little book thingy you get with the CD or on the net or whatever- it's just too much damn work. So when I'm listening to a band where there's lots of screaming involved, I like to think that maybe... just maybe... this songwriters lyrics hold the secret of life. Then I strain to decipher it. Although, I suppose that subconciously, this a very pessimistic view of life... to think that the one person who holds the secret of life itself, feels the need to scream it with such anger.
So I pick Zach up right? The kids almost 9 years my junior, but we've been great friends his whole life. Mainly because I'm imature. But it's worked out to his advantage. He's a Junior in High School, but all of his friends are Juniors in college. Even his girlfriend is robbing the cradle. I was never so lucky. Now Zach and I are talking on the drive back, and he tells me that the High School play is going to be Little Shop of Horrors. Thats when I ask myself, "Steve... Why the fuck don't you own 'Little Shop of Horrors' on DVD yet?" High speed U-turns are fun. We head over to Best Buy and poke around, but the Bastards don't have it! Those Sons-of Bitches! So in protest, I purchased $130 worth of mechandise. But wait, there's more! The silver lining is that I FINALLY purchased the Kids in the Hall box set. Plus, I taught my little brother who the Dropkick Murphys were. He had heard of them, but never heard them. So I smacked him in the back of the head and bought him Do or Die.
I just finished watching Lonestar. Good flick. It's amazing what a little thing like getting out of the military can do for you. This is the first time in YEARS I don't feel depressed. I'm annoying the shit out of myself with all my cheerfullness.
Damnit I hate being cheerfull!!! I really should pay my rent tomorrow, otherwise I won't have an apartment to go back to. I need to find a job. Hallmark wants to hire me as a medic for this next TV movie, but shit, there's no way I want to get stuck working for them constantly. And I don't want to stay in the medical field. It just reminds me of the military now. Thank god for pukefaces. They express my emotions so well. I need to find some camera work. That would be cool. And I should try to write, but I'm not sure I can anymore. Now I'm starting to feel depressed. Hell yeah! Back in familiar territory again!
If you've made it this far, you're probably falling asleep were you sit. Oops, sorry. Aparantly I can't write anymore. I use to be descent... Honest. Oh well, guess I'll go to bed now, or maybe drive around. Phoenix is a lonely city at night. I'm gonna go keep it company.
To not be depressed would be very odd..I mean for a day thats ok cuz that happens but for like 2 days...I think that would like freak me out and make me hide under my bed.
Well I am orginally from Delaware so we went sledin at Valley Gardens...Valley Forge was to much of a drive in wet cold clothing. Although I use to hang out in Devon at like the denny's
Digital cameras are really a good thing to have...but the wood boy works er sort of.