I'm covered in cat hair. How nice to get all the way to work and then notice this. This week has been one of those strange ones. Down to $20 to our names has made surviving a little interesting. Fight Club mentality reigns here. Gotta hit rock bottom before you can crawl out of the gutter. I have no complaints though, I am not the only one that is having monetary problems.
Have you ever had one of those persistent colds that just would not go away? Jesus fucking Christ (that is masturbation) I hate this deep seated cough.
I've been listening to early Floyd all week. They are conjuring up some interesting thoughts in my head. So interesting in fact that I have started to write a short story based on a serial killer.
ohhh, There is that nervous stomach again... I hate that thing. Wow do I have my plate full. I have to write something for the paper and make sure to get it done soon. All while fighting with my school. I guess that is just half a plate full.
Sold my drums for money. Plus they were a piece of crap set anyway. When I have money, I will buy my dream set and become the best drummer ever. At lease in my head.
It's funny pic time!