Stranglebox lives!!!

Yes it does, too. I think I'm in denial.

Dudes.

So f-ing stoked about Spring Day it's not even funny. Hell, I don't care about the talent show, it's not like we're going to make it anyway...especially with Chimaira?!? But I think it's going to be amazing. There's a purdy clean Slipknot song I'd like to ask the dudes to do, and of course RATM (Freedom! Yeah right!) and other stuff. I think with one suggestion from all of us we could fill a purdy good set. And I don't think we'd get booted...well, that fast.

And for those of you who didn't know, Stranglebox has become no more. The new advent of that band is called Choleric, but that one's sort of in the background as well.

So the present band is called Pariah, an old project of Charlie Carr's and Adam Mauldin's that I happened to get asked into after that wonderful round of Love Shack in Arizona (Adam saw it and cried). And as of right now, Nick B. is in as well. It's going to SO ROCK IT HARDCORE STRAIGHT UP! Tell all your friends, Pariah ate your mother! Or something disturbing enough to grab attention just like that.

A happy rainy day and long weekend to all.

Heya Linds. I hear it's all good now, and that's good to hear. And sorry for all the direness and shit, but it had to be done. "Don't kill the messenger," please? Rock, if so. Brr!, if not. I'll ask you what I needed to latré. And send the Stockwells my regards at the funeral; yeah, they don't know me, but I just feel really bad about the whole deal. I'm sure we all know the pain of losing something to death, it's far unlike other means of loss; it's really a moot point to go over that but it's more of a self-affirmation than anything else.

I am really hurting for rest. So I'll catch the majority of you cool cats laterways.

So I've been told; t'has been said.

Man, Arizona tea rocks it hardcore. It's probably why I don't sleep well at night, too. But it's all good.

Nothing much crackin' on this side of the fence, so yeah. In closing, I read the ultimate "fuck you" Shakespeare-style in a book today.

"May your first day in hell last ten-thousand years, and may it be the shortest." Wow. If it wasn't so colloquial that would be an awesome thing to piss people off with.

And give me EC Kelly, I just used a vocab word.

You're hilarious. Really you are.

Ye-ah, LindsAy. Heheheheh.

He updated his site. If you know what it is, go look at it. If not, I'll tell you tomorrow. Let's put it this way, it definitely made my day.

I gave my opinion on Michael au personnellment (sp?). What a dumas of a kid.

I think that would be the funniest way to go. I mean, wow, you would really suck and hate your life if you died to your ignorance, man. Well, then you wouldn't have a life, so I guess it would all even out. Paradox!

Dude, everyone needs to go out and get Freschetta Oven-Baked pizzas. They cost a billion bucks but they are damn slick. I had that for din-din considering my mom is a cripple and doesn't really want to cook. It was that or another round of fast food, and my anorexia is suffering.

Well, another pointless post created, my work here is done.

heh

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Oh my God. Michael is bugging the freaking crap out of me. He won't leave me alone. He just sent me another e-mail. Probably shouldn't get on my nerves, but it definitely is.