Alright, today was a mess--a REAL mess. I had to walk my uncle through getting rid of spyware--over the phone, which ain't easy to do. And I got drunk again today, DRUNK drunk, while listenin to Garth Brooks (good times, eh?) on permanent repeat. And Kristin? How the fuck can "Garth" be a fenemin name?! Them's fightin words right there, dumbass. Heh.


Everything's spiraling out of control again, but I think I can avoid the worst part, since I (finally) know the cause. And now that I do, I have to laugh. Knowing all the harm it's caused over the years, and knowing all of the emotional scars it's left, I still have to laugh. Go figure. I never figured it'd happen, but fuck it. It's over--kinda. I still have some things to sort through, as always, but I feel kinda good. Of course, it could be the music (we all got friends in low places, when you think about it) in me. I'm still workin on the drum solo for it (damn straight, I decided it could use one), but I think it's a little insulting to Garth and the music to alter the song that much..


I think i'm goin to go to bed, i've had too much to drink. It's never really occured to me until now, but it's fuckin illegal as hell for me to have this shit. Go figure. But it is in good spirits; I usually only drink because i'm pissed and need to vent (and lord knows the only time me OR Jay are willin to vent/listen for each other are when we're drunk). It's kind of sad; the musical tastes I have. When i'm mad, I can headbang along to Youth Gone Wild, or dance along to Holding Out For A Hero (yes, I really do the footloose thing). But when i'm sad/depressed, I like to feel the motions of Rod Stewart and Billy Joel. And then, when I feel my southern roots start kickin in, nothing gets played in my CD player other then Lynyrd Skynyrd.. Or Garth Brooks(on occassion). Fuck it. I'm weird. The end.




Friends In Low Places (Chorus)

'Cause I've got friends in low places

Where the whiskey drowns

And the beer chases my blues away

And I'll be okay

I'm not big on social graces

Think I'll slip on down to the oasis

Oh, I've got friends in low places



The Infamous 3rd Verse

I guess I was wrong

I just don't belong

But then, I've been there before

And everything is alright

I'll just say goodnight

And I'll show myself to the door

I didn't mean to cause a big scene

Just wait 'til I finish this glass

Then sweet little lady

I'll head back to the bar

And you can kiss my ass

Wholf at 9:30 PM