First off...wow...this is the most refreshing sound I have heard in forever...Everyone has to fucking check out the Loved Ones, if you love anthemic punk rock music, this is it!. I might go to Tower and pick this album up, it is that fucking good...
School was pretty boss, I have 11% body fat, interesting no?
Work was pimp I guess...I love everyone there and I love working there, and just working period. I will miss Sean a lot, he was my buddy and it just sucks to have him going but it was meant to be...stupid fake supervisors...ehem excuse asst. managers...
That is it, I am going out and getting this fucking album, but first...
Practice and talks=Good Times...
Sam left alone with a pen, pad, bass, and headful of thought running so fast they might pierce through his skull onto a pad via paper? True, and here it is...when reading this, think Alkaline Trio Exploding Boy</b>.
I swear to god I feel my leg vibrating as we speak
And everytime I go down in my pocket and reach
I hit a button on my phone to see if I missed a call
But no one, yes, no one does such a damn thing [at all]
The hum of my PCU plays tricks on me!
Believing you have connected the line
That links me and you one last time
Whose to say it's real, it's all in my mind
Everytime I go home I swear to god I hear my phone ring
Ring the tine I had put to your picture
But now I just hear my song blast thru my stereo
Of my car as I am parked outside your dorm [room]
I swear to god I don't get reception in here
And what if you decided to reach me now?|
Will the connection still go thru
Or will we lose the only connection that can disprove
Yeah, I hope a lot of people read this one, I am pushing for this one and the others that I have written in here this past week or so...gotta keep busy I guess, now what do? Read musing on Jack Bauer and Chuck Norris, look at free porn, try to re-write my script for production class? What...tell me somebody I don't think I can make it...
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