Dec 142006
My head hurts, my feet stink, and I don’t love Jesus.
It’s that kind of mornin’, really was that kind of night.
Tryin’ to tell myself that my condition is improvin’
and if I don’t die by Thursday I’ll be roarin’ Friday night.
Last night’s show was wonderful and I got the headache and general ick to prove it.
Autopsy IV
Part time blogger. Full time hater.
well boo frickin hoo