TAGGED.
Shitty
The rules:
1. Post these rules
2. Each person tagged must post 8 random (hopefully interesting) facts about themselves
3. Tags should write a journal of these facts
4. At the end of the post 8 more bloggers are tagged and named
5. Go to their page and leave a comment telling them they're tagged
1: I'm supposed to be at school right now but I nearly coughed up a lung this morning so I stayed home.
2: I just learned how to play Give 'Em Hell, Kid [ My Chem ] on bass & Guitar... which I am very happy about.
3: I just watched this [ [link] ] video, and now the song is stuck in my head.
4: I wish I could fly all the way down to California and visit my beloved friend Fink.
5: I have a current obsession with The Pixies.
6: I spent my summer hanging out with bands. [ WOO HOO. Summer of a life time ]
7: One of my friends currently plays in a Folk band, but he used to play in a death metal band where they wore speedos and wigs.
8: I can guarantee you that if you see Hoots & Hell mouth live, no other concert will ever be as satisfying.
there you go, i hope these facts of mine are worth while (i reallise im not the most interesting person in this world or another) but there you go
Devious Comments
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sick and weak from my condition
this lust, this vampyric addiction
nymphetamine
ye loved her for her wealth and hated her for her pride,
and when she fell upon poor health...ye blessed her that she died- edgar allen poe, lenore
--
My footsteps on the ceiling never leave a trace,
A thousand little thoughts I've wanted to erase,
I'll sleep under the rug if I can find the space,
My mind is blown in stereo and dripping down my face.
--
sick and weak from my condition
this lust, this vampyric addiction
nymphetamine
ye loved her for her wealth and hated her for her pride,
and when she fell upon poor health...ye blessed her that she died- edgar allen poe, lenore
--
My footsteps on the ceiling never leave a trace,
A thousand little thoughts I've wanted to erase,
I'll sleep under the rug if I can find the space,
My mind is blown in stereo and dripping down my face.
--
sick and weak from my condition
this lust, this vampyric addiction
nymphetamine
ye loved her for her wealth and hated her for her pride,
and when she fell upon poor health...ye blessed her that she died- edgar allen poe, lenore
--
My footsteps on the ceiling never leave a trace,
A thousand little thoughts I've wanted to erase,
I'll sleep under the rug if I can find the space,
My mind is blown in stereo and dripping down my face.
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