To finish that statement, it's times like these I wish I was still an ignorant teenager whose consumption of alcohol surpassed that of any tired old bum's. Maybe then I'd find it easier to deal with myself and my surroundings. The show tonight was good, don't get me wrong, but it would've been a lot better had I not been so enveloped with what everyone else was wearing and how they carried themselves. I'm so fucking judgmental it's not normal. For some reason, people just bother me, I can't help it. I seriously can not stand in a room without scoping and sneering. Especially when it's a room filled with pierced, tattooed girls wearing stilettos. They OBVIOUSLY came for the band...yeah, the band's penises. can you imagine? STILETTOS! There they are perched on their 6 inch pumps, mini skirts, and hair looking like a bad incident with a bottle of bleach standing in a fucking room the size of my closet. what are you hoping to accomplish wearing shoes that constrict you from moving. you make me want to projectile vomit all over the place. I sometimes wonder what these people will be like when they're older...probably just as fucking dumb. I have to apologize, although I'm sure no one will read this, but I am filled with quite a bit of anger tonight. And the ass-kicker is I'm finding it hard to put words to my thoughts. Maybe when I calm down I'll be better able to formulate coherent sentences that can sufficiently describe the chaotic thoughts that are scrambled within my brain... Maybe. We'll see. Good Effing Night. -Dez