Okok, so I didn't mean to leave it off there. I just got distracted and later I was too tired to finish, so yah.

I love the band. They are mine now, so everyone can just back off. Mine and my friends. But anyway...

Don't really feel like talking about life now. its... stuffed.

And blah blah blah about my comments. i know they don't work. they never have. Dikki will have to (maybe? hopefully?) fix them for me, if he's feeling like spreading his geniusness with the rest of us (yes I'm sucking up, don't get used to it).

I want to make a Parking Lot CD, full of great songs. I must think about this. I've already got some great songs, but I need a lot more. but anyway...

whatever. life is life. at least its not death, right? not that death is such a bad thing tho.

I'm not gonna get in to that, cuz then i might be writing forever, and I don't want to do that. it takes too long.

I love you.

Just felt like saying that, so to whoever's reading, I love you. Now get outta here.

Meh, I don't care. whatever and stuff... go me and my excellent use of language.