there is no silence. never. the ringing in my ears: all the noise in the world, compressed into a continious high pitched sound. almost intolerable. and i am still not used to having a pulse. it hurts sometimes. i have a stack of paperwork that is literally up to my knees. and 10 days to get through it. and mother is picking me up to go to dinner at her place. ahh. the one that shall remain nameless for the sake of Vie. lets call her OL. damnit. i dont love her, hardly like her, yet spend quite a lot of time with her. and i'm not even going to get my balls licked for my efforts. not that i dont want to. i like having my balls licked. she's not even hot FFS. i only spend time with her because she will spend time with me. bah. pathetic. damn these sexy abs. more trouble than they're worth =D music: i despise buying music: most of my money doesn't go to the artist, most of it goes to some knob in a big office with a cushy chair they spend it on advertising other artists. artists i have no intention of supporting or buying. advertising that will mostly not be seen by me, advertising that, if seen, will be disregarded. they spend it on 7$ frappes they spend it on air con for their overly large office they spend it on bigger, cushier chairs. they spend it on promotions that only seve to irritate me the only justified costs are the manufacturing and shipping, the greasy-faced weasel in the shop that sells music to me. all of 10$ worth, if that. CD: cost to make: 6c, cost to purchase: 30$. so where's all my 29.94 going? not to my prefered artists, that's for sure. so, music 'industry' a big FUCK YOU, i'm so glad there are so many people that pirate your shit, i fully support them until you give my musicians more of what they deserve, charge me less, and FUCK OFF AND DIE. rock on indie rock. _R0b 1647|110605