this worm's got the blues...

sitting here listening to a mix cd i just made for some girl who doesn't know i like her. it's really good... if i do say so myself. almost makes me wanna just keep it. heh...

i hope she likes it as much as i do...

TCB LAMF

it's 5.30 in the afternoon and i'm drinking a 40 and listening to the New Bomb Turks.

it sucks a little less than usual to be me right now.

that'll probably change soon, tho...

a funny thing...

i was in a bad mood most of the day, and i was starting to think even listening to my friends play music wasn't gonna cheer me up. even being around somebody i had a crush on wasn't helping (of course, that probably had a lot to do with the fact she wasn't paying attention to me, dammit).

then she left, and i lightened up. rah me... hopefully tomorrow won't = defeat again...

aaaarghhhh... goddamn sonuva...

well, after about an hour of slopping solder, and almost burning my fucking thumb, i haven't gotten the guitar wired up yet... i guess not actually soldering anything for a couple of years has made me a bit rusty. braided wire sucks...

not having any money sucks more... hopefully i'll get hold of bill so i can borrow that dough, and go buy some fucking groceries. goddamn...

getting a(nother) job would be real good right aboot now.

shit. goddamn. fuck. fuck. frustrated. need beer. losing ability to write complete sentences... need money for beer. meh.

guilty feet have got no rhythm

brendan's opening went off well tonight. talked about music and bullshittet with matt, which made me feel comfortable in a roomful of strangers. the quang-t/v8 love affair show was too much fun. i got pwned. i lovelovelove angie. well, for the next couple of weeks, anyway. she's teh cuteness. i bet if i'd worn a skirt, she'd be molesting me right now *sigh*.

i'll tell ya, falling in lust makes being dissed for a wine-drinking, flipflop-wearing guy in a phish t-shirt not so bad. ah well, can't charm 'em all... angie digs me, tho.