It pains me to check the messages over at the band’s Myspace account. Looking at all the fucking douchebags and their profiles and stupid surveys makes me despise strangers. I literally saw one the other day that was “What kind of hand bag are you?” I’m going to make one called “Which stage of HIV are you at?”

I didn’t leave the house yesterday, or during the day on Saturday. I can’t go out in the sun as I get blisters anywhere that skin is exposed. This only happens in June and part of July and then it goes away and I begin to tan more. Anyway, I have no real desire to be outside in the sun anyway, it just makes me tired and annoyed. Who wouldn’t want to be home all day with the ceiling fan on?

Friday night hung out with friends and smoked a large amount of marijuana. I think I went over this already though.

I need to get back to work, and you need to go cry over dead family members, ex-boyfriends, spilled milk, or what have you.

before & after