get back motherfucker, you don’t know me like that

Yeah, sorry. You thought you were opening for killswitch even tho your name wasnt on the flier and you didn’t thnk you had to paymoney, and were actually going to get paid? Then you have the guts to tell me one of the best bands in alaska sucks, and that I don’t know what im talking about? You’re fucking retarded. (more to come)

ithreatenedtostapleher:

eatyourflowers:

grayskymorning:

fuckyeahhptrio:

(via tamburina)

why is everyone looking at the camera like they have never seen one before?

You know the ache you get in your jaw when you blow a lot of people in a row? Or give a really lonnng as bj to a big dude? Yeah, that’s pretty much what my jaw feels like right now. Fucking novocaine shots, how I hate you.

Heading out to Kenai tomorrow for the yearly youth court conference. I was excited? But then I realized I had to spend 5+ hours on a bus with two of my least favorite people in the world.

One of these days, when I, you know, have a label, I’m not going to sell music. Like, really, who buys music anymore? Everyone spends money on merch now. So, instead of cds, every time you buy a shirt, or hoodie or something you get like vouchers for music. (the price of merch goes up slightly). Of course I’d make sure that people could still buy the album if they wanted to, but who on earth would spend 10 bucks on a cd when they could spend say, 40 for a cd and a hoodie?

for semi fresh king crab. not farmed. and i know who caught it. ohman, it was fucking good. until my mom freaked and thought i had hives. i dont think i did, so i just ate some more. we’ll see.

I’m cleaning up my old myspace photos and found this. Caption: Splitscreen Sadness. {&&Oh yeah}}

Circa 2007ish

I’m pretty sure that wearing heels on a 6 hour bus ride to a tiny coastal town is not a good idea, but I’m going to do it anyway.

busybusybusy. Editing up an audition piece for VCSU. D tells me I need to up my highs but I’m like, “lol, no; do you want me to sound sharper than I already am, dillweed?” anyway.

practicing my bored scenester look. you know.

I really don’t like it when I call someone, leave a message, get no answer, call their other number DAYS later thinking that the first number was the wrong number, and then come to find out that they got the first message but didn’t think it was important enough to call me back. Especially when I’m probably going to end up giving them money.