We’re in the battle of the bands this year at the Regatta! Our slot time is at 7pm! Das Spookez is on before us! So yeah…ass kicking back to back!

It’s the Warehouse’s first battle ever, and the first gig with our new guitarist. I really wish Dickie would’ve stayed with us. I miss him as a friend, as well as a guitarist, but I do understand his need to spread his wings and fly, pursuing other musical instruments. It’ll definitly feel off without him though. :\

We’re still on for the studio tomorrow, but it also marks seven years exactly since Dad died. So I’m all sorts of fucked up now. He’ll probably make his presence known tomorrow. He has in the past on this date, and others, but this could be special. Maybe something will show up in the music that’s just “Smalley Magic”.

Having trouble with the shoulder again. It fully came out and stayed out of socket yesterday. Two full shots of demerol in the shoulder, and a shot of Steroids in the ass (hip!?!) after popping it in and a ton of pain killers, I’m ready to go. In the sling that is. Yeah..fun times. I’m already going to violate every fucking “restriction” i’m on because we’ve got to drill, drill, drill for the battle.

Fuck you ameriform, for fucking me up and then not wanting to own up for it. And double fuck you for putting me through all that shit, just to end up firing me for some stupid made up excuse. But Thank you….For being bought out and me laughing my ass off when you all got a taste of the same shit!

Anyhow! I’m happy! Transformers comes out in less than two weeks, and the game comes out this tuesday! Chloe’s birthday is right around the corner, and we’ve got a ton of surprises for her! We’re going to be having a party, and EVERYONE is invited. It’s also going to be a cook out. All that is required is you show up, sing happy birthday to the Bug, and give her a present! We’re also going to have a cookie cake, and an icecream cake!

It’s going to be at our new place and we look forward to having everyone there!

Love ya guys!!

M

Well..started moving today. After we went and purchased trim, vents, and a mailbox. Of course I installed them all first. Living room and hall way looks fucking NICE!!!! So that perked me up a bit…

I did some finish work on the master bedroom (putting the wood filler in the seams and smoothing it down. I still have to sand it but it should be dry by now. Brandi cleaned all the mess up and started packing and as of right now everything is ready to roll. The computer is still plugged in here at mom’s, but that’s just so I can wait until the last minute. For about two weeks, I won’t have net access over at the new place, but rest assured I’ll be checking it from my mom’s about every other day or so.

Actually, about 80% of the stuff is over at the new place right now, just waiting on the Andrews to get over here. (Our guitarist, Sexton, and the little Duke brother. To which we owe a great deal of pizza to for helping us out in a tight spot..) Fucking Luis agreed to let us use the truck today, but instead…he slipped off with it to goto work. I don’t know what’s more surprising…him “forgetting” to take the car, or the fact that he’s kept the job this long. (going on a month!!!!)

Oh…and I fucking pulled a jihad on the weeds with the weed-eater. Yeah…I really showed them. Of course I only own one or two pairs of pants and like 30 pairs of shorts, so guess what I was in? Yeah…my legs are calling me an idiot as well.

Bonus Game: Transformers comes out in less than a month and I’ve fucking been READY. We’ll be going to see it in IMAX, on the fucking 3rd, so anyone wanna tag along feel free…it’s going to be a fucking party and at the end of the show…I just may put out a hit on Michael Bay if he messed it up!!! However, from what I’ve seen, yeah…I’m sportin’ a little mahagony! Yeah…actually enough to fit a dozen donuts on!

And the crazy landlord lady (Rhonda), appolgized, and agreed to knock cash off. I guess she actually might have sucked her way into some cash! Who knows!?!

Booyahhhhh mother fucker!

I can count the things that have gone right on my right hand. Not counting the middle finger and thumb, because I’m too busy waving it at everyone!

Let’s see..it’s more fun to count the things that have gone WRONG!!!! Hmmm

Well..Tuesday, Christopher had his wisdom teeth out, and later that day as he was coming off the goddamn meds, he pretty much went off on EVERYONE over everything. The key phrase he used was: “You don’t know what it’s like…..” I beg to differ. I had all four of mine cut out as well…and they had to take a piece of my jaw too.

It finally degraded into him acting like Dad did way back in the day. Throwing toys (chloe’s this time…not mine, and breaking them…) and then tossing some of mom’s lawn chairs. I came around the corner and told him “Yeah mother fucker, you’ll be picking THAT up!” Well…”Pick this up..” and he spins around about to shotput it through one of luis’s garage windows…

I took off running and pretty much did a wall kick off his back. He hit and got up pissed. Even more so than he was. He grabbed one of the damn metal lawn chairs and decided to play WWF. He swung so hard he spun around and I kicked off his back again. I swatted the chair down a few times, then finally held it and was about to knock his fucking head off but yelled at him instead. I guess some side of me didn’t want him hurting from an asskicking as well as wisdom teeth being removed.

Later that night though some guy was looking for him to kick his ass…and I said “Let’s fucking roll…” so yeah…I guess we do roll pretty close. The guy pussed out though and wanted to talk it out….after he left and went to get “back up”. Yeah…gonna take more than a few of those “bad boys of trimble county” hah! Those graduated sometime in 2000!

In the midst of the arguing with christopher, I tossed my wallet, my glasses, and my keys. I found the first two…the later still eludes me.

I had to borrow brandi’s key to the new place so tom and I could do more useless (reason for that in a few..) work on the floor. And somehow I ended up losing THAT fucking key! GODDAMN IT! WHAT THE FUCKING HELL!?!

Then I went up to talk to the landlord, and she had a “lease” for me to sign. I use quotes because it’s hand written, and shit like that. I read and reread it. Then signed it. Then she asked what all we were doing..

I told her the truth:

• ripped up the pissed on carpet in ALL the rooms.
• Cut out wood that was infested with piss.
• replaced said wood with new inserts!
• laid down a layer of baking soda and put flooring on top of it to bury and get rid of what was remaining of the smell.
• placed vinyl tiles down in the living room and hallway.

Apparently vinyl tiles are “shitty” and we didn’t need to add the new layer of wood, and didn’t even need to rip up all the shitty carpet, much less cut ANOTHER hole in the floor to fix that nasty brown piss infested portion of the old floor!

I’m standing there with my hands in my pockets….so she can’t see me shaking…getting mad as hell. She pretty much told us she wants someone renting it to make it fucking nice and up keep it. We do that…she said she’d help pay…knock it off rent and whatever…

NOW THE FUCKING WORK IS ALMOST DONE AND SHE’S FUCKING BITCHING THAT WE DIDN’T NEED TO DO IT BECAUSE SHE CAN’T AFFORD IT. LAST TIME I CHECKED, IT ALL CAME OUT OF OUR POCKET FIRST….EVERY LAST FUCKING DIME!!!!!!

So now I guess she isn’t going to knock any of it off of the rent. Well guess what? I took pictures of before, during and after. I still got the old carpet outside if you wanna sniff lady!!

Speaking of that…”when are you going to cut the grass….” well…i planned on it today, but since you pissed me off and you never weedeated the fucking shit…it’s going to take about half a day to just do those two things! We haven’t even fucking moved in because we’re fixing all this shit and everyone is fucking bugging us for money….

Gimme money

Gimme money

Money money money

BITCH! FUCK YOU AND YOUR GODDAMN MONEY!

YOU WANT MONEY? Go out to the street corner where the rest of your family is after midnight…maybe you can suck your way into some fucking cash!