drama, drama, drama...

    Alright, so I posted a ridiculously lame bulletin on myspace asking for hot single females. The replies I received were obviously just as ridiculous as the post itself, I'd expect nothing more. I got a message from this creepy stalker-chick, an old friend who wants to have sex with me, and then... a message from my ex-girlfriend's ex-girlfriend.
    Total TRAP.
    But I fell right in and told her to give me a call. Now I'm afraid for my death.

    It seems to have been a week for me to say and do the most stupidest things, without even thinking. I need to find my brain, wherever the fuck it went, and put it back in my head so I can stop this nonsense.

    I called my ex-boyfriend last night, seeking words of comfort or maybe just friendly conversation, but he was on a shroom trip without me so no such luck. Now he believes his apartment is haunted. lol.

    The other day at his show a friend asks, "Who wants to check out the babes washing cars?" and I run to go be a sick-fuck while the drummer pokes fun at my ex. I was talking about which bikini-clad car-washers I was going to have sex with that night and he asks me, "If you can talk about which girls you wanna hit, does that mean I can talk about which one I would?" Of course I'm like, "Sure, go for it." And he tries it out, mentioning something about a girl in a plaid bikini, then looks up at me questioningly. So I say, "Oh god, you are such a pig!" lol. It was a cute moment.

    Well, my goal today is not to spend it in my boxers staring at my monitor, singing stupid coldplay break-up songs to simplified guitar parts while crying uncontrollably.

Since that was my day yesterday...

    If I had some money I could take out any of the girls I've been talking to, more so on a friend-date kinda deal, but something none-the-less. Idk, maybe I'll go help out my grandparents and pretend I have everything else on my mind than my ex-boyfriend.

Bleh.

    Soulcast has become my only home and friend. Thanks man, owe ya one.

<3 Zane