Ghost States

another day, another dollar and a half…but billy joe dobin liked drillin’ holes…holes holes holes…that’s all ol’ billy joe did all day long…9 hours straight…drill drill drill…

it’s monday…back to work i go…it’s not fun getting used to a new schedule especially when your body’s sleep schedule is still about 3 hours behind…and thanks to some people i haven’t been getting to bed at a decent time lately…oh well…soon enough i’ll be popping out of bed at 6:30 and feeling great…

listening to: the new amsterdams - hanging on for hope

ok so i’m back folks…

packt like sardines in a crushd tin box….

xanga = a faceless escape

listening to: common children - always on the outside< it’s 12:59am and no one is on…the internet is a ghost town… so far this week has been killer…i’ve been able to hang w/ my long lost bud chad most of the week and yesterday josh, him and i got to jam a little bit…it was so good to play again…it’s been well over a year since we have played as “litwik”…some of our friends came over to watch us fiddle around…they requested some of our older stuff and we tried to do them justice but we were pretty rusty…we worked on a new tune that we think is pretty tight…although we don’t know when we’ll be able to finish it… tonite was officially my last nite at pro-foam and i couldn’t be happier…i’m gonna miss the good times i had there and all the great people i worked with but most definitely will not miss factory work or the evil foam beads that follow me home every night… i cannot take this digital silence…it’s 1:39am and all that is left of me is a vague cyber-shadow… ######Note: This post is from a very old Xanga blog of mine. A very, very old blog. In fact, it’s practically a museum. Be sure not to touch any old references or links. You won’t break them, they are most certainly already broken.