so 3 people...on 3 seperat occasions told mr. pridy that they want me off the acdec team...fuck them.

if i find out who they are before them come talk to me personally...it won't be pretty.

Santa clause can't make me happy now.

i need a goo date to homecoming...the pimp idea may work...but i get no fulfillment from it.

jones soda is good...

I got a caraceture from howard...it's me holding a bloody axe in a "jesus loves me" t-shirt.

tommorow is sunday. i'd like to hang with addie and colin cause they make me feel good. (not saying that the rest of you don't, but especially them...and chris, when he actually fuckin listens to me)

long day...very long day...

i can't go much longer like this...

and i've started setting up the format and rules for the batle of the bands.
(will be awesome...and apposed to what i said last year...if need be is invited to compete.)
i'm planning on getting a "special guest" to play and act as judge to the first round. hope it works.

mets are losing the series 2-1...they'll come back. i have faith.

i can play the intro to bambtrack on guitar.

i need a cheeseburger and some pussy.