[open to everyone BUT Ino 'cuz Yuya's staying incognito about the impending beatdown]

Ugh, yesterday was the weirdest fucking day. I don't even. I got up, took a shower, ate breakfast, played Modern Warfare for half an hour, caught the bus to work, and I think I started a shoot. But then I was in the infirmary puking my guts out with a lump on the back of my head the size of my fist. There was this weird kid there too, couldn't have been older than 15. He kept talking to me and apparently brought my guitar up. Gotta remember to say thank you or some gay shit like that, I dunno. What the fuck are little tweenagers doing running around this place anyway?

Anyway, what do I get for my suffering? A fucking week of paid vacation. THANK YOU, THAT WAS TOTALLY WHAT I WANTED, MOTHERFUCKER. I'M NOT ALREADY BORED OUT OF MY FUCKING MIND, what the fuck. Whatever.

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I'm writing a crash record to keep myself busy. 14 songs in 7 days, fully recorded. In between that, playing video games, smoking pot, I should be able to keep myself busy until I can walk around again without wanting to barf.

I AM SO BORED, JESUS FUCK. I live in cocksucking Reno. Nevada. And I can't find anything to do. I hate weekdays, goddamn. They're an embarrassment to the rest of the week, when all the fucking stiffs are in their faggot white collars jacking off to Seinfeld and eating fucking what? LEAN CUISINE, or some shit. Goddamnit. I should get another job but nobody's fucking hiring. Except for strip clubs and liquor stores, the ONLY businesses that prosper from global economic depression. America, ain't you so fucking cute it just hurts to look at you ♥

Managed to pull together enough funds to get another amplifier, and I'm not gonna fucking lie, this is some of the most beautiful shit I've seen in my life. Sound is fucking GORGEOUS, even if the distort crashes a bit earlier than some of my other ones, it's good enough on mid-distort to sound studio-quality when live. Eat my shit, Guitar Center, you overpriced fucks.

Anyone wanna do something?