A dream obscene

Okay, whatever. I need a potion or something after all, so help me out here my wonderful friends. Where exactly does one purchase something for a sore throat? I need it gone right now. We've got some studio time booked and I can't waste recording time because I'm fucking sick again.

Anyone to help me out gets a free haircut (yes I'm desperate and not above bribery)

Nothing much going on otherwise. Well except for dying a guy's hair pink because he thought the perfect time and place to voice his views on gay marriage was while getting a haircut. The boss wasn't too angry about it and his face was definitely worth it.

Down with a cold again. Damn. I fucking hate this and I'm gonna be a whiny bitch about it, watching soap operas all day and being stupidly sentimental.


Consequently very bored. Entertain me? Please? Pleaaaaase.

Uhm...hi? I'm Andrew and this is weird.

I just heard about these journals and thought it'd be a neat thing to have one. I mean, I don't even know if anyone remembers me or if anyone reads this whom I know, but I guess it is worth a try? I totally lost touch with everyone from Hogwarts after dropping out. But even wizards and witches (or especially wizards and witches) need haircuts, right? So you should all come and see me. I'm awesome.
Moved into a tiny apartment after breaking up with the boyfriend but the rent is ridiculously high. Especially on my own. But it's, like, a tiny shoebox, so I can't even go looking for a roommate. Not to mention that the stupid E string keeps breaking and I need to constantly buy new strings and...yeah. Not much going on in my life. I mean, what do you write in these anyway? Dear Diary, today at the bus stop I saw this boy....

Anyway, my band, Heartbreak in Stereo, is playing the Gilgamesh on Saturday. If you have time, come see us.

( I wrote a goodbye note with lipstick on your arm )