Brandon had mentioned that I was on his "list" of things to get done. The bastard went and got a "real job" and has lately been really busy with doing stuff that actually gets him paid.

And the hits just keep on coming.

Quit. Please. Just quit. You don't owe me anything anymore and at this point you're just hurting me every time I have to see your face pop up.

Myspazz is promoting The Horrors.

Ain't that fucking cute? Seriously fucking shoot me. If you know why, you know why. If you don't, you don't.

The following is a brief, unedited portion of something that I've been working on.

I'd deluded myself that I'd let it go.

There is no readmission
Once you step out the door
It no longer revolves
Nope, not anymore.

All or nothing
Let's play it your way
You placed your bet on nothing
And there it shall stay.

The writing, that is.

I'll get back around to it again sometime soon. I just need a spark to get me rolling. As for now, please feel free to peruse my older stuff when I was more motivated.

... on a horse with no name.

OK, just had to get that out of my head.

I like to not think because normally I think far too much.

I've been quiet for a little while now, only doling out bits and pieces of what's going on with me or what's on in my head. I haven't meant to ignore anyone, but I feel as if I have been.

I shouldn't do this. But hell... that's never stopped me before.