it was good to be at angie's.

so now i'm back at my house in cedar falls. it was good to be at angie's. although i couldn't sleep. first, i'd like to say to everyone who keeps asking if we're getting back together:

FUCK OFF! it's not your business. and i don't fucking know. actually, no. we're not. get fuck yourself. i'm sick of EVERYONE asking. she lives in 2 hours away, is in school and doesn't want a boyfriend. i live here, don't have a fucking job and i'm doing nothing with my life. it's not happening people.

ok, now i'll calm down a bit. being as how i'm not god, nor the devil, i can not control everything. nor do i know everything. fuck, i don't even know some of my thoughts and emotions. therefore, i don't know the future. ask me about someth8ing i have in my control. like, "hey eric, when're you gonna get off your lazy ass and form a band?" or shit like that. don't ask me about a job though. i'm trying. once again, a job is not totally in my control. but a band, for example, is. i need to find a drummer who can drum. then, i can get chad over here and get tony playing some bass and the drummer who can drum to drum. and BAM-O, there you have it. someone, learn to play drums. it'd be cool if it was a chick. chick drummers and bassists are the coolest. so elise, or katy, or some other chick i know should learn to play drums. or the posp. drummers named "the posp" are even cooler than chick drummers.

so, i was supposed to talk about the concert. you'll have to wait even longer. and i'm not giving clues as to why that concert rocked a camel's smelly asshole. i'm going to go shower (once spencer gets out of the shower) and then i'm going to go buy a new hamper. i gotta go now, tony wants me to follow him so he can drop his car off to get fixed and i can give him a ride back here. oh ya, i should clean my car out too. it's got a bunch of trash in it. ok, bye.