well well well.....hmm. ahhh, nevermind.
i have a buttload of laundry to do, and it looks like we're gonna have us a tornado. or at least it seems like it. or something. i'll be dragging my dirty clothes out into the wind....auntie em, auntie em!
got an e-mail on the band's website today from a chick wanting us to play at the student center on november 20th, the wednesday after our next show. YEAH THAT'S RIGHT...COME TO KING GYRO'S NEXT MONDAY, YOU BITCHES. heheheh. have a sammich. you know you wanna.
anyway....the funny thing about this e-mail and the show it was asking us to play is...it's for the national smoke-out day or something of that nature. the day where people are supposed to try to quit "for an hour, a day, or five minutes, whatever they can do," according to the girl that sent it. and there is only one member of our band who doesn't smoke, heheh...so my question is...if darrik, tamara and i don't smoke during our set, does that count?
i think it should.
but then again who am i..
i should reeeeeeeeeally be loading up my laundry into the cold, blustery november nite in muncie. grrr. i hate this. i hate november. i hate the cold months. granted today wasn't that bad but it only goes downhill from here, folks.
i made dave promise me that if there's a tornado, he won't die. cos that would suck.
hmmmmmmmmmmmmm.............yeah. fucks to a lot of things. i have no motivation lately. i just want to sleep and sleep and sleep some more. and yet daily activities and that thing supposedly called life force me to refrain from doing so. stupid life. why's there always gotta be stuff in it.
but that's okay, if there wasn't, i'd just be on here bitching that i'm so bored.
stupid me.
i wanna talk to my laura....i miss you. we gotta hang out. you gotta quit it with this headache stuff. HEADACHE....I COMMAND THEE TO CEASE. there....i tried.
heh, i accidentally typed "i tired".
how true it is.
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"go away and leave me here and / go away and leave me alone / all the world must know"
