Wednesday, August 19, 2009
I don't know what the fuck's up with me recently but it's seriously like Bayonne NJ 1987 up in my fucking head for the last couple of weeks. I think the hot weather combined with the not sleeping well and the way too busy at work are turning my brain in to a fucking 80's thrash-slurry. Why is this shit so addictive? What in the world makes the palm-muting, screaming, headbangingness so hard to stop listening to? Why on earth have I had Razor on repeat for 2 days?
WHERE'S MY TWO DOLLARS!