Here's to a chilly depressing Saturday and sitting on my ass at my mom's house watching football
"If there's a word for you, it doesn't mean anything."

"It's hard to believe that after all this time, that after all this I'm still me."

Learning to be human, there's a price to pay. What the fuck am I doing stuck in the same damn place? I'm in the middle, turning the wheel, trying to win this fucking rat race. Yearning to be human, I gotta start all over again. Born again to fall asleep and dream the dream of life, under the illusion that pleasure causes pain.

It's been a long few months for anyone that might care. I'm not going to go into great detail b/c I can't imagine anyone would care enough or be bored enough to read all about it.

The only thing that's been halfway decent has been the band and it's progress is slowly declining. We're about to hit a wall and won't be able to go any further without a singer. Oh well, hitting a wall, what else is new?

This has been a great day. I haven't done a damn thing except a shitload of laundry and EAT ALOT! I love coming home. I wish I could move back here.

I wish a lot of things.

"I wanna see movies of my dreams"