it ain't so bad.
All I ever talk about is music.


Haha.

Black Ships, Blackbirds & Midwives tonight at a smelly little punk rock loft. Sweaty, warm boys inside; cold, wet snow outside. Amy's coming over in like ten minutes to smoke some weed with me and then we're heading out.

I had a good day at work today. My boss kind of rules. He's hilarious, he only comes to work at my store like twice a month, plus he lets me get away with murder, basically. The holiday schedule I made up is looking pri-tty sweet... I get done work on xmas eve at 4pm, then I'm off until the 28th. And I am going back to Hamilton for Jen's new year's visit too... off at 6pm on the 30th and I don't go back to work until 4pm on the 2nd. Fuck yeah, bebez. I complain about my job a lot, but it's shit like this that keeps me there.



Anyways, payce, I'm gonna go get my rocks off to some sweet fucking metal!