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Christmas is over. All I have to say about that is thank fucking god. If I got one more sweater, I would probably have offed myself right there, right then. But I guess I'm grateful for all the sweaters. What if I get stuck on a cannibalistic island where it's -15 degrees and if you wear anything but argyle sweaters, they eat you? Then I'd be the only one to survive. Cool.

I've been listening to a shit-ton of these records. And it's always nice to hear new music that excites you. It's like when you first talk to a girl you REALLY like in high school. You stomach flutters at the mere thought of it. I mean, it's not like you're gonna throw up. Well, maybe; like if the new music you're discovering is the Casualties.

Every day when I wake up, I feel like I laid dead all night, and got an ethereal whisper at sometime that made me come to life again. My whole body hurts, my head feels like it weighs about 40 pounds, my eyes won't adjust to anything. It's the fuckin worst. What am I supposed to do with a body that only works half the day?

New years, my new band plays its first show. And I'm fucking pumped. The songs I wrote are badass, and the songs we're covering are even more so. I hope that we can be as good for this show as I know we can be. It'll be a nice send off for our drummer (NAVY queer), so regardless, I'm pretty excited.

Eh.