well im back from battle of the bands and then patricks house. and let me warn you that im drunk so there will be nothing in the way of punctuation except periods. and from now on im not backspacing. so i went to the battle of the bands and it wrocked. i moshed like fuckin crazy and i was excited and stuff. i met some cool kids and then moshed with them as well. it was exciting. and drunk. thats what i am now. drunk. i had a lot of whiskey. and let me tell you what. fuck that. when that hits your stomach its likke a n atomic bomb. fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck that. anyway. it was fun, i got to hang out with charlie, who rocks. and got to beat up kids. and punch their noses. and stuff. and then i ran around hitting people. then i took several shots of whiskey and a couple o gulps of steel reserve and some select liquor. and now im blasted. droning on and on. id like to write a song because i seem to do it better when im gone. but i dunno. i think i will. im pissed though. i called too late and my dad was asleep so i couldnt stay for daves birthday party. wow. boobs are nice. anyway. i feel like godzillas fucking my stomach. i need a girlfriend. my plan at the battle of the bands was this. grab a girl and mosh with her. and then get one for little ryan. but i forgot and just got drunk. so now im here. typing. and typing. and typing. and done.

Congratulations your anti-drug is...

Terrorism

i rock so much its unbelievable.