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design | host greyhound busses woodbridge to ashton $45 one way so jd and lee asked me to bass for them... and i agreed... even though they tried to replace me behind my back and lee is a retarded moron... ... we had practice today and they only have an intro to one song. ... it's about communism? wtf. i don't think this can even be considered practice... i sat around with the bass while jd and lee screamed at eachother and lee played moronic metal riffs on his cheap ass warlock. homicide what? i think wanting to smash their faces in goes way past "peeved" ... wouldn't you say so? jd's being stupid about drumming for me, and i don't feel like putting stress on other people. i can't deal with this bullshit. i think i'm going to go solo. that way if this goes to hell it's no one's fault but mine. i'm going to play whatever the hell i want, and i won't have to give stupid jd any of my orgasm cookies. i wrote a song and it's not very good and it's only four chords but i'm going to play it for the talent show i decided. it just felt good to sing it. maybe i'll go to open diary where i shove those things and type-ety type it down. go boom boom in my ear in that honkey tonk fashion everybody... man i miss dave barry. i think i need a new layout. thoughts anyone? i found some recites in the pages of my used copy of cold mountain. i love finding random things like that that people leave behind. someone did some math about some bus tickets... and now i have their scraps of paper. i'm light headed. i want to see boogyman... sometime this weekend. with a special someone... ... he said he'd go. |