It's official, I'm back. What a fucking nightmare these weeks have become.

Deadeye probably told you all, I had a death in my family. My grandmother was probably the greatest woman I ever knew, and she practically raised me. I keep telling myself she's in a better place. She died the same day I had to be at one of my best friend's wedding. I went, because I made a promise and I had to fufill it. Plus it was open bar. So I drank them out of a bottle of Bailey's. I sang at the wedding too. I did Creed's My Sacrifice, I thought the opening lyrics fit the emotion I felt.

I got my first tattoo last week. It's a black and red cross with a banner wrapped around it, with my grandfather's and grandmother's names in it. Around it is a lyric from Killswitch Engage's "Rose Of Sharyn," which says "My love for you is everlasting." If you want the lyrics for the song, I'll post it as the next SB single.

I've been sick the past few days. I had to leave work early on Monday, but I'm feeling better now. It's just one shitstorm after the other, I swear to God...

One of my friends is being accused of cheating on her boyfriend with me...like I said, shitstorm after shitstorm. If anything, we messed around before, but that was before she met him. Jesus christ, man...leave me the fuck be.

I never realized how much of a pain in the ass Double Dragon was. Speaking of which, the live action movie was on the other day, oh God I forgot how much it sucked.

I got another bottle of Curve...a one-ounce bottle, small, but enough to hold me over, plus its small enough to carry around. Fuck you and your Axe bullet.

I saw a commercial on TV for the Max Payne movie. It looks promising.

I finally got a copy of the "first season" of internet sensation The Angry Video Game Nerd on DVD. Well worth it. If you ever come across "The Irate Gamer," Don't check it out, nothing but a sub standard AVGN clone.

God, if you're listening, HAVEN'T I SUFFERED ENOUGH!?!?

I finally saw an episode of WWE Raw this week, although I couldn't follow a fucking thing. My boss really needs to stop putting me to close on Monday nights, that cocksucker.

At the end of the year, I'm packing all my shit up and moving to Texas. Fuck this shit.

That's about all I feel like saying for now, fuck it.