HOLY SHIT I KNEW HIM.



That is truly messed up. Man, Tony... what the fuck happened to you?

I totally don't buy the self-defense excuse because I know he's a loose cannon and seriously - a pocketknife? How many times would he have had to stab him in self-defense to freaking kill him with a pocketknife?

Hot, horny boys that want to get on me + lots of green beer = Why I <3 St. Paddy's Day

Brody Dalle needs to stop fucking up everything good she has/had.

I'm sick of the anti-feminists posting in TMD.

I understand some people think the punk rock I listen to is abrasive, but if I have to hear "Fergie-licious" one more time I'm going to dig my eardrums out of my head with a spoon. I want to know who in the rocording industry gave her a contract, because I have a shank with their name written on it.

This entire song was written in my sophomore year yearbook, by my friend Joe. I explicitly told him nothing raunchy. I knew this would happen anyways.



In the margins, Joe also drew me pictures of cheese, a car, and most noteably "El Pollo Loco", which was the mascot of the three-person gang we formed in Spanish class (before being separated to opposite ends of the classroom).

Man, I wonder what ever happened to Joe after high school. He's probably either a roadie and having the time of his life touring with some awesome band, or addicted to crack and living under an overpass.

Kevin was the third member of our gang. He was pudgy and ridiculously funny and had a crush on me. He was killed senior year.

Eeeeugh I can never fall asleep anymore. I laid in my bed listening to I think three or four cds straight through, and only felt more awake afterwards (takeaway message: punk rock is maybe not the best bedtime lullaby choice). So out of boredom and for my entertainment, I decided to rack my brain to come up with as complete a list as I could of all the bands I've seen in concert (headliners and opening acts) and a second list of the bands I want to see (some of whom are broken up or no longer touring so I can't see them no matter how badly I want to).

( Damn, how much of my life have I wasted at shows?! )

Wow. I wonder how many hours of my life that adds up to. I wonder what bands I've forgotten - there's probably quite a few (I know there are some whose names I just can't remember).

In my inner scencster's defense, most of those pop punk bands were then openers; I saw them before everyone and their mother listened to them. The only exception I think is Mest but they are a Chicago band so I've always been more forgiving of their poppiness. Plus I want to do the no-pants-dance with the bass player.

P.S. It is now past 4am. Suuuuuuuuuuck.