Not Much To Say

I've been busy as of late, got a part time job at a deli nearby my house so I've been working and working. The job is easy, the girls are hot, the food is free, the customers are cool and I can smoke cigs when I please. I'll go into more depth at some later date, if you even care.

I have writer's block. There is so much shit floating around in my head that I should be able to reach up and grab something to write about...but no. It drives me nuts that I don't know what to say, but I'm not going to force anything.

I am not obligated to you. I'm sure you're well aware of that.

But I do like sharing my music.

Stranded...lost inside myself
My own worst friend
My own closest enemy
I'm Branded...maladjusted
Never trusted anyone
Let alone myself

I must insist
On being a pessimist
I'm a loner in a catastrophic mind

Elected the rejected
I perfected the science of the idiot
No meaning...no healing
Self loathing freak and introverted deviate

I must insist
On being a pessimist
I'm a loner in a catastrophic mind

Stranded...lost inside myself
My own worst friend
My own closest enemy
Elected the rejected
I perfected the science of the idiot

I must insist
On being a pessimist
I'm a loner in a catastrophic mind

I'm gettin' pissed
I'm a worthless pessimist
I'm a loner in a claustrophobic mind

"Armatage Shanks" Green Day