We cast our hearts in plaster
We imagined our bodies were fashioned of stone
But they chipped at the brick and mortar
We found out that we're only layers of skin hiding bones
And our bones are like chains, old and rusted in the rain
They're going to snap when the weight shifts

My cousin, Tina reads this...

...and I've come to the conclusion that my language is slightly embarrassing. Shit.

I don't update this shit nearly as much as I should. Maybe it's because I have mostly nothing to talk about. As far as I'm concerned my life is, for lack of a better word, middling. It's just day in, day out shit. I wish I had more to talk about, but at the same time, no news is good news. On the other hand, I could sit here and type for hours about Kings. I love the direction we're running in and just can't fucking wait to get this shit recorded so we can play shows already. I wanna get back on a stage and go nuts.

Guess that's that. Title Fight/Four Year Strong fucking rocked. Broke my phone screen, so I can't read/send texts or make calls. Got a nice fucking scrape across my face, so I'm ugly for now. Stage dove and managed roll over everybody into the pit and land un-cushioned on my back. Other than that, it fucking rocked.

Year in Review

I feel at home this year.

Happy Happy

Happy Thanksgiving everybody. As I said during the family tradition, "I'm thankful for my family and friends, because anything I ever need I can find though them." You people seriously are my life.

Anyway, life is good. I feel like a king.

Fuck Twilight.

Seriously, having people talk at you about this fucking movie is like a six year-old describing the letter they wrote to Santa this year. I don't care how awesome it is and I want to tell them Edward Cullen doesn't exist. And when you tell them you don't care and that Edward Cullen doesn't exist they look at you as if you're nuts. Some of these people are way, way, way too old to get worked up over a movie.

This just in: Edward Cullen doesn't care if you're on his team or not. It's because he isn't real. He's a character.

I can't tell if this is a bad thing or a good thing.