It's too fuckin early in the damn morning to be listening to some damn journey and fixin' to go to work...
I wonder if I'm gonna be one of those people that lose it at work and open fire at my job witha sub machine gun. not very likely, but it's a thought that intrigues my feeble mind. MAn this sux.
We go into the studio this Sunday. I don't exactly know how prepared we are, but I hope we pull this off in some quick time, cause I can't stan another 3 ta four days in a confined space. We have so many financial problems it's disgusting. We gotta start getttin' more funds on tha fo'real. However I feel that our new material will prove to be more of a challenge than any other of our previous stuff. So the finished product will be rewarding in the end. My new riffs are comin along a lil slow, but I wan that shit to tear the right side of someone's face off, so it's gonna take some time.
I fuckin hate pot roast...it's gonna take holding me at gun point to get me to eat that shit again.
