it appears that on behalf of myself and the band, I've passed the audition

waiting for a sentence of death is not something i do well

now we wait

life has gone from "im going to be productive today" to "i wonder what i will die from soon" in a flash

im getting barked at

funny how having the right tool for an otherwise unpleasant job makes it at least tolerable

well…if youre gonna fuck off all day, you gotta get an early start

PSA: doom scroll on weekends. slow news days. reporters like mods all out, not writing horror stories to depress you

praise the cheeses

i should be happy there is nice weather out there but im not

post office y u so late?

pretty sure we haven't hit bottom yet

not sure how much more of this I can take

shit in a box

i will never, ever get my hopes up ever again.

at some point in the future, im guessing we will find our times being explained in an x-file

the smallest difference in life is the difference between feeling well, and feeling sick.

i may or may not have cancer. so little has changed

power u stay on

i can't even get sleeping right