I'll Kill Your Catharsis. . . . . .Bitch

Well, Val and I have been going crazy writing music for 2 or 3 weeks and we have like 7 songs and a name for our band. The name: Death of Catharsis. Who came up with it? Sort of me, though the catharsis part comes from Val's short lived song obsessions. On the note of music, I am playing a show next thursday. Solo styles. For anyone in the area it will be in the Magers basement on thursday starting at 7:00pm. Be there is you want to be.

Also Scantily Clad Lads is opening for some bands on November 5th. It is a saturday and also starts at 7:00pm in the Gant basement. Go to both shows if you can. We have more shit on the way and we will be forever playing places. Soon we might even be making money. Fancy that!

Anyway, I hate my life and I want to disintegrate back into a womb somewhere. I'm sure that is symbolism for either I want sex or want to die. Whichever it is, I care not as long as I am gifted one or the other. Actually, It could mean plenty of other things. I really just want ice cream. I suppose it could mean that. Shit, why am I blogging when I have very little to say? Maybe I should just say what I cannot say. Maybe I should study for that stupid psych stats midterm I have tomorrow. Down with the man. Hand me the keys to your cadillac. Goodbye.