05.17.03 - 3:38 am
so how many fucking times have i talked about my band on diaryland? we're not even a regular act yet. i mean, we've been around for (what feels like) forever... but things are finally just now coming around for us, and i know it's going to work out this time, because nobody's really cumming all over themselves about it.
let's face it. we found the singer of our dreams, and she's perfect for the job, and now we're making kick ass music. we're going to be famous if we take the chances we need to take, and none of us are being very timid this far, and it's great. it's just hard keeping russell from fucking our singer. he wants to fuck her, and i won't let him, because if he fucks her, he fucks the band, and it's over. so fuck that. =)
he says he's happy having sex with 20 different people at the same time, and he's realized that being shallow and uncaring of what over people think or feel is really what makes him happy. and he knows that he can't commit to anyone, because he'll end up cheating on them. so i say to mi amigo, why fucking bother, eh?
his fornications will no longer ruin our opportunities as a band.
oh yeah, best crappy movie you've never fucking seen or heard of, and i love it --- "death race 2000"... for anyone who cares, here's a nice aperitif -- it was sylvester stalone's first movie. the fuckin great part about it is, he acts just the way he acts in just about every movie he's ever done... even from the beginning. who knew?
so that's it for now. stay tuned for nothing but static.
