i don't know, i don't care, as long as you can take me there

i think it takes more than we can ever understand to buy music you hate for someone you love. i think that crunching noise in my ankles should be taped and looped and played for kids who think skateboarding is awesome. (two shattered ankles. and some badass 24 year old arthritis. oh yeah.)i think alienating people from record stores should be punishable by worse than death. (it happened recently to someone i love, elitist fucks). i think, having not had money, that money does actually buy happiness. that happiness comes in the form of security. i think i'm really, really tired and i need to write more. i hate my job and everything else lately that its just shut me down entirely. i think a change of scenery would be nice. i'm not dead, i've been hiding a lot though, and living under a musical rock that sounds mostly like this:i think its time to start writing again.