ok folks. its once again that time. im getting a new LJ. here is the deal. you leave a comment, and what do you know, i will add you to the new one. and trust me, you will know its me.

by the way, i had to change my AIM name, but i am not giving it out here. if you want it, leave a comment and ill message you. if i want to. everyone is under suspect.

if i find out who kept warning me on AIM, i am going to break you in half. trust me, better people than you have fucked with me, and fallen in my wrath.

if you remember the dream post....this will tell you more.

Current Mood: calm
Current Music: decahedron - delete false culture - disconnetion immenenate

because i love you guys so much, well, some of you, here is a "clip" from the introduciton to "Rock Life: Confessions from the Road"

I don't know when I really lost the thrill for playing, and decided that this was more the life for me. It could have been the point where I realized that putting a band together was harder than trying to get a Catholic priest to drop his pants.

any excuse to make fun of the catholics i say.

ok, so it would seem that the topic of my book has changed. the yet untitled book is going to be about the life and times of the "almost there" 5 bands. Each telling their story from beginning to end. Since you guys are the people who would be reading such a book, please, give me an idea of who I should talk to about taking part in this.

Hmm? Who Should I Talk To? Leave a Comment.

Current Mood: blah
Current Music: murder by death - killbot2000 - who will survive and what will be left of them

Zap! You're a THUNDERSTORM.
Your temper comes fast and does maximum damage when
it does.
Often you begin to grumble before you let your
anger out.
Those who know you know to get the hell out of your
way when you start to get upset.


What DIRE WEATHER FORECAST do you turn into when you're angry?
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those who know me, know that this is the truth, when i am angry, your soul better belong to jesus, cuz your ass belongs to me.

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we are interested in casting call stories for a pre-commissioned book. if you are interested, information is in the bio that you can find here.

i am in the middle of an engrossing conversation about love with msanborn. what is your definition of "true love"?

when i woke up this morning, there were tears on my pillow. it felt like i had placed in front of a firing squad without a blindfold or a last cigarette. the dream i had last night, was so vivid, so, so real, that waking up was like being pulled from reality.

i was living a normal life. i had an apartment, a nice job in the entertainment industry, and then i was going to get some dinner when i noticed my new next door neighbor. the best way i can describe her is Naomi Watts from Mullholland Drive. you know, when she was the naive girl next door and we met eyes and exchanged hellos and "welcome to the buildings" and so forth. over time we would get to know eachother and come to be rather close. then the dream took a "sleeping with the enemy" turn, and i found out that she was being, well, i guess stalked is the correct term, and being the big bad manly man that i am, i confronted him and said something to the effect of "come within 100 yards of her and you will know the true meaning of pain" and it ended up he shot me, but when i shot him he died. it was all a sorted mess. the thing that made me weep was when there was a moment that her eyes and mine met and there was a spark. we made some of the most passionate love that i could ever imagine and when it was done, she laid her head on my chest, and i held her close. then i woke up.

it was so real, so involved i just cant get it out of my head, and i dont think i want to.

Current Mood: frustrated
Current Music: cave in - big riff - jupiter