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.