christ666's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Creature of the wheel I am awake at the moment. Now isn't that just bloody obvious? I worked the past couple of days, six hour shifts. I can't really complain because I asked for the hours. Though, you should all know that it is not really fun to work at a register for three hours strait dealing with customers saying, "This is a display case?" "Do you have any of this is?" and "OOOOhhh Navy Seals!" The barage of stupid questions. "What do you mean you've got no ice. Do you expect me to drink this coffee hot? I saw Fat Robb today. I know, I know, I was making a big deal out of a minor compilication. But fuck, I haven't seen the guy in over a year. What the fuck was I suppose to say to him? I saw him, and everything is strait. We had a fucking sweet jam today, and I really think that things are really going to start to take off. We're planning on a show for my b-day. It will be a week after that day. The thirteenth, or as soon as we can book it. I stayed up late last night after I got off work, and I watched Headbanger's Ball. It was really neat to watch. For one, I got to see a great variety of metal videos, and also gave me an even deeper realization. Earlier in my entries I would let out emotions on how I found myself, I realized that my life is love and music. I'm a musician that loves. Now I discovered something else. I'm a metal head. Sure I like other bands, like Dave Mathews, or, believe it or not Julia, Greenday. But sure enough I'm a metalhead. And I couldn't be anymore fucking proud.... I wanted to hang with Julia today, that's right, it's today, by my watch, it is 1:40 am, and I haven't talked to her. I called her around 11:00, but she wasn't home. Hopefully I can get a hold of her in the morning. I don't work tomorrow, I got my shift covered, thank the Gods, and I re-rented Labyrinth, Batman, though I need to retrieve Moulin Rouge from Jessica. Pray that I can get a hold of Julia.... Sylvia, I'm not sure what your entry meant, but maybe that's my fault. Maybe I haven't been there enough for you. I haven't been doing my job as a pimp, let alone, a friend. You are one of my best friends, and yet, I feel I don't do anything about it. I'm with deep apology, because I love you. You have no idea how much you have helped me in the past. Just by talking to me during Spanish has done so much. I promise that I'm going to be there for you, because, I'm your pimp. And I'll always be here for you. And now for another song... Alone against the world Twist a reckless life - straight Into the heart of the ripper - Trick of treat my mind to A rebel ride - Heldorado Move like a monster Creature of the wheel trigger wicked way - Tangle like a web beneath me Ankle-deep in hell through another way crucify The sky above me New God kill machine And man say Lord of the Engines - Yeah Pocket full of dirt - frozen In my hands - hold on to The nameless God yeah Breathe Into the deep And dying light Of day - Overdose On bloody wings Splinter in the Skin turn your Eyes away - sick and Swaggering - beneath me Revolution mind ye of Little faith Rusty and dull Cut me New God kill machine And man say Lord Of the engines And O' brothers and sisters I ask you to look at him. Does he have the marks? Do you see them? NO. Demon-paper clowns Stitched across my back Easygoing dead black eyes Microscopic giants on a chicken Run - Everybody dies laughing Thrust into the drag on the Edge and wait Motivate the one Inside you Bastard kicker burn Blow the ash away - Heldorado Gonna get you - get you Get you - get you 1:42 a.m. - 2003-06-01 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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