Summer of Bummer

I've decided not to post here until I am in a better state of mind. I've been plagued by lots of depressing financial shit lately, and I find that it's really bringing my character down. I feel like a shitty person when I am in debt to someone else. I've been in debt for over a month now, and it would appear that I may continue to be in this situation for quite some time. So, basically...if I don't get busted by the IRS, my parents don't disown me and IF I GET A FREAKING RAISE BEFORE I DIE, I should be back to posting retarded shit that no one reads pretty soon. Also, I've decided to take a hint from my good friend Jerk and make this a purely musical blog. I will review/discuss/rant about ONLY music. Mostly music I hate, since it typically has the most bountiful bosom of total shittiness. This means no more vagina monologues, no more boring "this is what I did today" posts, and no more making fun of has-been celebrities who no one gives a shit about. Music is the key. Music is the answer. The internet is not the answer, but it'll do when I'm bored. I need to get Quicken for dummies or some shit. This is why I laugh when people call me a rock star. If you see me, give me a hug, I probably need it.

Call the "Wah"mbulance

I don't know why I keep doing all this shit. I have no motives anymore. There's no reason to do anything. I'm unbelievably frustrated with every situation I find myself in. I need to calm down. All I see is evil everywhere. I can see everyone else's motives so clearly, and it's terrifying. There's also this simultaneous feeling of worthlessness and under-appreciation. There's so much work to be done to reach this false plateau of happiness. I feel like I've been there before but it's so far away now that I'll never get back. What the hell is up with my brain? Why do I feel so paranoid? Why do I allow people to fuck with me? What has two thumbs and is totally fucked? This guy.