first and foremost a big thank you to everyone who came out last night. i had an absolute blast. raising theos, dissever, oceana - simply amazing. many thanks to devin (versa), alex (adtr), zach and clay (its alive), matt and blake (a hero’s fate) for poppin in. my ladies from the old country not only for coming, but for doing merch! every single one of you who attended the after party. it was awesome. gage and gamble doing it like the g’s they are. time to recover. i have a long week ahead of me.

i’ve been writing. obviously not here. songs. inspiration? paranoia, caves, an affair with a girl from romania… usual shit. i watched inglourious basterds today mid running around crazy. maybe that’s why i didn’t care much for it. who knows. i felt it actually got a little taxing at times. the pacing was off. gonna watch night at the museum 2 tonight. hope it can take my mind off of things.

i’m gonna move there. open a dimly lit pub.

and i feel like the crazy hermit collector troll dude atop/under the hill. a broken display on my laptop? check. hopefully just a bad battery on my cellphone? we’ll see. about 5 years worth of my life backed up onto an external hard drive (and i hope its just the enclosure thats fucked)? brutal. i feel like i just got ganked by a lame-a-saurus.

after i finished cleaning i realized that i had sabotaged my own night by doing so (cleaning that is). also, it had been a hot minute since i heard my phone call me over all - hey bish sheck da message. thats when i realized it was off. not an hour or so before that when i tripped up on the enclosure cables and knocked it over its little pedestal. not after i spent a good deal of time getting that little green light to come on (only to have it turn off). yea, it was off. and i don’t just mean the phone. my whole night felt like a turtle turned on its back. i know i’ll flip come morning, but jesus fucking christ are you kidding me?

i hate everything today. i have to go sell tickets. i don’t even know how i’m supposed to do that without my phone. hence i have to go to at&t first. the rest can wait. nomophobia at its finest eh?

you can still however text/call me at 407 588 7126. if i’m at this broken lappy, i can still check all incoming anything. hell, if i can find a pc mic in my bag of shit, i can make calls as well. that’s not a bad idea.

i’m out.

now playing : jesus fucking christ - i’m surrounded by those who want me dead