16.07.09 (Workaholic)

Her Words Kill is playing.

It’s been while… Heh!
I found a work, d00dz. Now I am the photo man. *ROFL*
Yeah, I’m photo studio worker. Tomorrow will be my second week on this place. It’s goddamn nervous job, but it provides an ability to sit in www.
I sad about it to Sarah: “It’s the best job from all I could find in this city and it has easy picking schedule for whole year”.
It means I’m busy boy right now.
Haven’t got free time for drums. That’s killing me. Today was my second vacation day and I wanted to go in cinema with my little sis and Tino. But rain felled and everyone stayed at home. So I choose to play drums and it was shockingly awful. I haven’t practice for a week and my legs turns to horrible nothing. I could play 16th but I couldn’t use 32nd for a little! Our 5th song will be crazy difficult… Shit…

Also I had a messed up with Van yesterday. Nothing special, just misunderstood… But not pleasure.
George called just few minutes ago. This strange red man invites me to getting drunk with him and some people on his hotels… Don’t attractive… Rah… Did he remember that I’m straight-age?

A Skylit Drive is playing.

I had finished my book. And I’m starting a new one.

Still lonely depressive boy. Healthy normal. Filled with unnecessary feelings and dreams. Hoping for nothing. Looking for something.