Fighting with you makes my whole body hurt.
It's always garbage fights and so stupid.
Band practice was a ridiculously awesome time.
I wrote a song about PCP and amputation.
It was Jenny's birthday yesterday!
Shigging was in town and I guess is living here now!
There was a little gathering of people over on North St to celebrate.
Lots of booze and weird make outs.
I somehow managed to leave, go to practice and come back to a better party.
AND THEN.
Managed to convince an entire group of drunks to go to Charlie's.
I won at pool again, Mark scratched on the 8 again.
Too many drugs.
Too much booze.
Too many cigarettes.
Not enough satisfaction.