yeah....my guitar's in need of some work. the trem got thrown off and unfortunately im not skilled enough at guitar maintenance, or i would fix it myself. bastard wont tune. (f*cking floyd rose). well....its probably a good thing that its messed up otherwise i wouldnt have finished the book and paper that is due tomorrow. but....its going to cost me like $50 to get it fixed, on top of 20 that i owe my mom. 70 bucks is going to be pretty much all of my next paycheck.
MEH....
by the way, jibber, are you watching the ski jumping?
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How'd I end up here to begin with? I don't know.
Why do I start what I can't finish?
Oh please, don't barrage me with questions to all those ugly answers.
My ego's like my stomach- it keeps shitting what I feed it.
But maybe I don't want to finish anything anymore..
maybe I can wait in bed 'til she comes home. and whispers....
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Originally Posted by Shooting Star
Remember kids: It's only real metal if the vocalist sounds like he's vomiting up a fetus. \m/
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