Friday, November 08, 2002

1, 2, 3 peace to the real G's ... feel me? till you mother fuckers kill me
so its friday. i doubt if its beer friday. i need to get the hell out of this piece. the new office was completely dismantled when i got here. i set it all up and its relatively ok now. so there i go. i talked to miss erica on the phone just now and after hanging up with her i realized i had no idea about 1) what she had just said to me and 2) what i had been doing the whole time i was talking to her. note to self: josh, you are not talented enough to multi-task. do one thing at a time, otherwise you just look like an asshole. sorry E. so uh ... yeah. i have relatively nothing good to write. i cant wait for the black heart procession show. i love the black heart procession.

this is funny to me. not "ha ha" funny and not because they broke up, that kinda sucks, but because the last message left is lyrics i wrote when i was in the band 2 years ago. weird.

enter invincible hero

time to posse up the jalopy and brave the rapids of the 520 bridge. wish me luck .... until next time.