at the moment im trying to finish the last 35 pages of "nickel and dimed" by barbara erenreich. good book, but i want to get out of the house. too bad i have to write a paper on it.......
anyways...once i finish the book im going to my friends house for a jam session. that will be the high point in my weekend...except for last night which was spent at a concert.
after the jam, its back home to write the damn paper and then i have to go buy scuba equipment. woo hoo.......
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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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