So much, so little.

Hey there neighbors! A lot has happened since I last spoke to you.

1. I got a new tattoo
2. I started an experiment. More on that in a bit.
3. I will be having a review at my current job next week.
4. I have a job interview at my old school next week as well. Admissions.
5. I no longer speak to stupid girls that are not worth my awesome time.

Yeah. That tattoo is hot, I know. Nothing like a tattoo on the pasty bicep of an Irishman to really wet the panties. This ones on me, ladies.

So, my stupid experiment. I have never been addicted to anything. I decided I need to be for the life experience. Drugs have ever had a sirens voice for me, so I decided to take up smoking. Retarded, right? I know. I will smoke until June 3rd. That is three months. Long enough to form the habit and the chemical addiction. Then I will stop. I want to know what it feels like. I tend to write sometimes, and I can’t write about something I don’t understand. Plus, cigarettes have always been something I pine for. My entire family smoked. I’m sure this doesn’t make sense to many people, but it’s something I’m doing for the knowledge. I know I can stop. I’m fucking stubborn. I guess time will tell.

Next week is gonna be busy.

• Sunday: Rule22 show!
• Monday: Lovers In Arms show!
• Tuesday: Job interview and heading to Duffy’s with some pals for cheap beer and dollar burgers.
• Wednesday: Current job review and seeing an old pals band Room 101. I have totally wanted to make out with the singer forever.

Wallet, don’t fail me now! How I’m gonna fit all of this around my busy work/masturbation schedule is beyond me.

Write that down

“It is the burden of an artist to take a moment, an emotion, a situation, a sliver of chaos, and forge order from it so we may find ourselves. It is also the artists duty to take order and precision, balance and peace, and destroy them to re-create chaos so we may loose ourselves. This is the way of beauty.”