"Want to do some coke and listen to Ratt?"

Apparently my mother has made the decision to move to Florida, leaving me stranded in the apocalyptic landscape of loneliness and suck that is my shitty hometown. It is a further motivation to get the fuck out of my hellhole as soon as humanly possible. I don't think I've ever swore in Napalm Waltz before, and this paragraph was specifically made to compensate for that.

The first step to accomplishing this is getting back to work on top of going to school. I have no idea how I am going to do that since my car still requires maintenance, and it seems every window of opportunity I have to fix it is shafted by a re-occurring instance of stupid. I was making easily 2000 dollars a month little more than five weeks ago. Now I am poor, and I can't buy CDs records.

Speaking of which; I have decided what I want to have painted on the back of my leather.

Yes, though I infinitely prefer Dark Angel's "Time Does Not Heal" over any thrash album ever produced, the artwork on "Leave Scars" is too wonderful to pass up. The colouring is incredibly exceptional, and the symbolism is excellent as well. Of course, as already mentioned, financing will be a problem. I believe Halseycaust charges hundreds for this kind of stuff... not that it matters, since I'm pretty sure she moved to Oregon with Joel anyway. Fuck.

/ Nic

Now playing: Dark Angel - Burning of Sodom

PS: Soilwork was okay. Warbringer finished their set wickedly gay. Darkane was great.

PPS: I don't think I've ever had a girlfriend on Valentines Day. This is fucking legendary.