Well, I haven't been to Shattered in awhile. It was a fuckin' blast. Mark Neiss. Mark Neiss!!! I'm not ever sure I spelled his last name right. Don't care. He's one of those friends of mine that I don't see very often but when I do, we just see each other and bust out laughing. Anyway, I had a great time, now I'm here typin' shit 'cause Xena's a turd and passed out right at the end of Bad Santa around 11:30. Oh well. 'Twas a great night, and I think I'll go and make some shit to eat and pass out myself. South Park's on!

Yo,
Had a fun night tonight; got drunk, saw some of my favorite bands...Midwest Murder Society, Cast the Stone, and Drive Theory. Got drunk, and ate some pizza. Man, I'm gettin' fat!!
Anyway, I was thinkin of the whole Dimebag Darrell thing all night tonight. My frined Lins had an article that had an interview of one of the employees of the club in Ohio. He said that his most vivid memory was the horrible screeching feedback that happened after Dime fell on his own guitar. That's just fuckin' chilling. What a fuckin' travesty. What a waste of talent. I've always believed that wasting one's talent was one of the worst things that a human could do, and in Dimebag's case, some fuck did it for him. I hope the bastard that killed him is getting his 1136th sodomy lesson in hell by now...that FUCK.
It just so happens that one of my friends works at a t-shirt company, and had some tees made of Dimebag that simply had a pic of him and the words "Dimebag Darrell: 1966-2004" on them. I got a patch of the pic to hang on my wall.
R.I.P. Dimebag. You will be missed, friend.
-C

Woo! Guess what I am?
Xena and I saw some of my favorite bands tonight. Drive Theory and Midwest Murder Society. Excellent fuckin' show at the Tavern. Jeager + Red Bull + Miller Lite + Bud Light when they ran out of Miller. Then what? Why, mexican food at El Rancho with Lane and Lindsey, of course! Then Dennis Leary on Comedy Central, more beer at my abode. Xena's passed out. I'm still up.
What ch'all been up to? I've just been kinda pluggin' along, doin' the band thing (Openin' for Dope and Twisted Method tommorrow!), Hangin' out with Xena, eatin' drinkin' workin' South Park watchin' internet browsin' drinkin' more tv watchin' spendin' all my money on booze and food. You know, same ol' same ol'.
And now on to the most important of the activities: Sleep.
Bye.