May 2009
3 posts
Tattoos (if they're not completely stupid) on...
confidential:
I love how I’m the goddamn spotlighter, but Rachel insists on sitting right next to me, not only blocking my full range of movement to operate the spot, but she constantly tells me what to do, when to use the spot, how to operate the damn thing, etc. I know how to operate Sylas, thank you very much, and I don’t need your help to follow someone with a spot, nor do I need your help...
April 2009
6 posts
Someone asked me today, “if you could be more like one person in the world, who would it be?” Of course, I’m sure that person expected me to reply with a resounding, “I’d love to be more like you!” but I really wouldn’t like to be more like that person, and they were just fishing for compliments.
In any case, it got me thinking. If I could be more like...
Everyone else was doing it?
PEER PRESSURE.
.
Name: Buster Date: 4/29/2009 Colorgenics Number: 56432170
You are tired of the various ‘ups’ and ‘downs’ of life at this time. If only you could win a lottery - or better still, be the heir to a large inheritance which would allow you to afford a life of absolute luxury. This day dreaming will shortly pass and whether you like it or not, sooner or...
“My hair is more goddamn orange than a bottle of Sunny fucking D. What with the...”
– Zoe
I don’t know what it is about song lyrics that escapes me. They have this… elusiveness, this strange arcane quality that makes them completely beyond me. How I’d love to write decent lyrics; I’ve done it maybe once or twice, but that’s it. I’d love to write lyrics like Addisson can.
March 2009
6 posts
I am about to tweet like nobody’s business. THIS IS NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS, NOBODY. GO AWAY.
Internet, I missed you.
Four months grounding is serious business.
So my mom grounded me for four damn months. I think she just combined all the groundings she wished she’d ever given me. So I’ve had four months of no internet, no band practice, no hanging out with Addie, no books, no music, no nothing. What the SHIT, mom?! The least you can do is give me my books and my music.
Fff. So in the past four months, I’ve become very introverted and...
November 2008
5 posts
“The hero of my tale, whom I love with all the power of my soul, whom I have...”
– Leo Tolstoy, Sevastopol in May 1855 (1855)
Good Job, America!
You didn’t fuck up this time!
My Hair Looks Fabulous Today
‘Sup, peoples? Despite what a lame time I’ve been having lately, I seem to be in a rather genial mood. I’m trying to stop drinking and shit and Addie’s been kinda on my case lately, but whatever. Tia and I went to a concert last night and that was really fun. I suppose right now, I’m just kinda… blah. I think I need some good music to pep me up. Anyone got any...
So, I just suddenly got a craving for fried chicken. God DAMN, I want some fried chicken.
Flogging Molly’s “Kiss My Irish...
October 2008
3 posts
And It's Been A While.
True story. Sorry I haven’t posted anything lately. I’ve just been so busy. Lame, I know.
My band (tentative name: Generically Yours XD Thank you, Zoe and Sierra) has had a bunch of gigs lately. We’ve been doing so well! I’m soooo glad. I think I’ve gotten over my stage fright. Or maybe I just got fed up with vomiting before each performance, so I stopped. >_>;...
Ugh.
I am getting so fucking fed up with Tia. He’s being an ass and he doesn’t seem to realize that he needs to pull his fucking head out of his ass and snap back to normal. I normally hate seeing people being mean to him, but Jesus, it was great to see Addison bitch him out the other day. Uuuuugggggggghhhhhhhh.
And Culley, darling? Popped collars don’t look good on ANYONE. No matter...
Dear Mom,
Stoppit. Now.
Generically Yours,
Buster.
September 2008
9 posts
New Boyfriend!
Self-explanatory title? Yerp. :]
His name is Trent and we met when I accidentally threw a CD player through his car window.
*dreamy sigh*
Generically His,
Buster
Hurg.
Mum, you’re shrieking in my ears, and it’s not really helping me out.
I could really go for a Guinness and some Vicodin right about now.
“The World’s Greatest” by R....
Elaborate, if you please.
Okay, so the gig.
Let’s start with before the actual performance. I was throwing up from nerves and it was horrible. Sierra helped me, though (and gave me some bitchin’ band name suggestions). Thanks! And then Bennie, Cooper, Tia, and Addie dragged me to my car and forced me to go.
When we got there, I threw up some more and then helped the rest of the band set up. And then I waited....
Gig.
I feel like my face is about to melt off.
But On the Surface, He Looks Calm and Ready
You remember that song “Lose Yourself” by Eminem? You know in the beginning where he’s all nervous and throwing up and shit? Yeah, that’s how I feel right now. My band has a gig tonight and I feel like I want to just crawl back into the womb and not have to deal with it.
I know we’re ready and all -we know the songs better than we know our own names- but...
We Both Were Born to be One with That Which the...
Oh maaaaaaan, my throat hurts like a motherfucker but I am so damn happy.
Today was the most intense band practice I’ve ever had. Addie, Cooper, Tia, Bennie and I were totally in the ZONE. Hahah Addie played so hard, her fingers started to bleed, and I was singing so hard, I was spitting out blood by the end of rehearsal. We practiced a whole bunch of our original songs, and that was cool,...
Vacaaaaaatiooooooon.
Just got back from a small vacation to Liverpool and lemme tellya; there seems to be a FUCKTON of alcohol over thurr. But wouldn’t you be proud of me, Sierra; I didn’t drink any! WOOHOO! :D
Um, not much else to say. It wasn’t a particularly interesting vacation. I’d say the most interesting thing was when I met that one guy with the pink dreads, and he gave me a balloon...
August 2008
27 posts
Aaaaahhhhhhhhhh I hate alcohol but I loooooove iiiiiiiitttttt.
“See, I WAS gonna sing ‘Macho Man’ for karaoke, but then I remembered...”
– Tia
Blood on my Hands
All these things that I’ve done are weighing heavily on my mind. To all the people who I have wronged, I am sorry.
Culley: Sorry for messing up your face, even if you did kinda deserve it, you fucker.
Cooper: Sorry for being mean to you because you didn’t visit me in the hospital. I should have realized that you’d be rattled too, even though I was the one who ended up in the...
The Truth Is, You Should Lie With Me
Uuuuuuuuunghfuck. These past few days have been freakishly tiring. I feel like I just wanna curl up in my loft and sleep like a rock. I think I might be getting sick. Aaaadddiiiiiiiiiiieeeee, you needa make me soup and tea to make me feel better.
By the way, if you’re Stephanie Meyer fan, as so many of you are, I suggest you read The Host. It’s quite phenomenal, as far as Stephanie...
“Baby Girl, I’m A Blur” by Say...
Sierra,
I was lying in my bed last night when I suddenly thought to myself, ‘what makes a muffin so fluffy?’ And that led to the thought of, ‘damn, I could really go for some Vicodin right about now,’ which, in turn, conjured the thought, ‘Sierra, you seem like you’d bake well.’
So yeah. I just wanted to let you know that you are now permanently connected to...
“That Is Why” by Say Anything
Nothing...
You Make Me Sick
I suddenly find myself faced with a difficult decision: give up my Vicodin or give up my Guinness. I’ve been given an ultimatum the likes of which I have never before had to face. I fucking hate hard decisions.
So, which do I choose?
On one hand, it’d be easier to give up Guinness. On the other, the longer I go with Vicodin, the harder it will be to quit.
“The mother of excess...
Dear Culley,
You, my precious Culley, have acheived something great. You’ve become so detestable, so downright despicable, that you’ve collapsed under the weight of your own loathability and become a saint. But that shouldn’t suggest that I don’t feel the same way as I always have about you: I hate you; really, truly hate you. I’m still the same old Buster that you know and hate...
Dear Guinness
openletters:
Stop being delicious, please. Either that, or stop being unhealthy. It’s starting to get on my nerves, you cool, refreshing home wrecker.
And tell your friend, Vicodin, that I tell him to stop it too.
Sincerely, artisticalmighty
Whoever that ‘ArtisticAlmighty’ kid is, he sure needs help. Addictions are dangerous. Silly boy.
“Yesterme Yesteryou Yesterday” by...
“If I have to move up in a building, I choose the elevator over the escalator....”
– Demetri Martin
sincerelykristin:
artisticalmighty:
So, Kristin, it’s nice to see you’ve found me. Cute pictures, little blonde angel.
Yeah! I’m really glad Zoe mentioned to me that you had a tumblr, so this way, we can keep in touch more often? Heh, thanks. Those really aren’t my best though. >.<
Ah, I am glad she mentioned it as well. I look forward to communicating more. Regardless of whether...
So, Kristin, it’s nice to see you’ve found me. Cute pictures, little blonde angel.
Fucking Lion King.
Fucking Lion King. Fucking circle of life and shit. Fucking Alex.
Found out my boyfriend was cheating on me and HE dumped ME. There’s something awfully wrong with that. But oh well. Fuck him. Great while it lasted, but I’m over that. Thank you, Addie, for once again being there for me. And thank you, Alex, for making me available again.
In other news, betcha didn’t know that...