orange peels, in my mind.
As sam would put it, the best drummer in the world could certainly play that fast enough. Hell the best drummer in the world would do it with ease.

WE practiced with DR. beat today, and i felt like i was no longer a good drummer.

either way, i looked at myspace. Then i looked at livejournal.
then i decided to write in my livejournal, cause i am restless and want to do something tonight, because it's stupid night and i can't play drums or guitar, or do anything productive, or leave the house, or write anything. because i dont have anything to write. i have been thinking for some time simply about different short stories i should write, but it all farts away when i'm totally restless and filled with energy. So i mean of course, i'll write on livejournal, when really this isn't what i want to be doing, and it doesn't really matter anyway it's just a simple way to do something for like 15 minutes, so i feel like i'm doing something, but really i'm doing nothing. i'm just sitting, like a fucking apple decaying on itself.


i just need a good hard fuck, but i'm not horny so i dont know what this is at all.