Am I boring you yet with the same old shit again?
God, 40 Oz. to Freedom might be the best album ever. I mean, I know that it's not the most musically or lyrically intricate music, but it's got the best of both worlds. It is just as thrashy and abrasive as it is mellow and soothing.
How many albums are there that you could play at a wild party as well as a relaxing barbeque? Only one, if you ask me.
Of course, no one does ask me. Oh, I get asked tons of questions. All the time, but does anyone actually listen to my answers?
Apparently not.
Why is it that everyone seeks out my advice like it's fucking gold, but once I give it, they avoid it like it's the plague? And what happens after they ignore my advice? Well, they return to me to tell me they didn't listen to what I said and could I please tell them what to do.
Fuck my friends. Seriously. Fuck them.
They only ever seem to want to talk to me when they have a problem or when they want to tell me how great their life is. It can get fucking annoying. Do I want to hear how much better you are than me? Oh please, do tell me how wonderful your life is so I can feel just a little bit shittier about myself. Oh, now you have a problem? And you want to tell me all about it? Great. Who should I talk to when I have a problem? Oh, you're too busy to talk? Wonderful. Being ignored sure helps you feel better, doesn't it?
Lagwagon has a song called Smile and it explains things in a more musical way. Find it, download it, hear it, learn it, know it, live it.... then hate your friends.
For those of you who don't give a shit anyway, the short film script is temporarily on hold for the time being. I'm not scrapping it or anything like that, but I need to take some time off because it's depressing as hell to write. When you don't see the film, you won't know why it's depressing so I'll just fucking tell the zero people reading this.
It's my way to tell certain people to take a flying fuck so it kind of hurts to think of all the shit that some people have slung on top of me so that I can write the very mean things that I'm writing. Then I have to think about how much of myself I gave to these certain people and how much they took and took and took and couldn't have cared less about me. Anyhow, fuck those people. Fuck my friends. And fuck you, too, now that I think about it.
How many albums are there that you could play at a wild party as well as a relaxing barbeque? Only one, if you ask me.
Of course, no one does ask me. Oh, I get asked tons of questions. All the time, but does anyone actually listen to my answers?
Apparently not.
Why is it that everyone seeks out my advice like it's fucking gold, but once I give it, they avoid it like it's the plague? And what happens after they ignore my advice? Well, they return to me to tell me they didn't listen to what I said and could I please tell them what to do.
Fuck my friends. Seriously. Fuck them.
They only ever seem to want to talk to me when they have a problem or when they want to tell me how great their life is. It can get fucking annoying. Do I want to hear how much better you are than me? Oh please, do tell me how wonderful your life is so I can feel just a little bit shittier about myself. Oh, now you have a problem? And you want to tell me all about it? Great. Who should I talk to when I have a problem? Oh, you're too busy to talk? Wonderful. Being ignored sure helps you feel better, doesn't it?
Lagwagon has a song called Smile and it explains things in a more musical way. Find it, download it, hear it, learn it, know it, live it.... then hate your friends.
For those of you who don't give a shit anyway, the short film script is temporarily on hold for the time being. I'm not scrapping it or anything like that, but I need to take some time off because it's depressing as hell to write. When you don't see the film, you won't know why it's depressing so I'll just fucking tell the zero people reading this.
It's my way to tell certain people to take a flying fuck so it kind of hurts to think of all the shit that some people have slung on top of me so that I can write the very mean things that I'm writing. Then I have to think about how much of myself I gave to these certain people and how much they took and took and took and couldn't have cared less about me. Anyhow, fuck those people. Fuck my friends. And fuck you, too, now that I think about it.
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