I love a rainy night
So last night I saw Type O, and now that I am the guardian of an autographed drum head from everyone in the band, I can die a happy man. Well at least a moderately contented man. Seeing them live has re-established for me the reason why I claim that Type O Negative is one of my favorite bands: THEY FUCKING ROCK THE ASS OFF OF ANY MUSIC YOU'VE HEARD BEFORE!!

And it's not just they music that they wrote. Even their covers that they twist into their own style are really cool. I mean any band can come up with a song that I'll listen to, but when you can change "My Sherona" into a song that I wouldn't mind listening to, that takes some damn talent.

Well I should probably go. To fill people in on the past month, I am no longer in the service of Satan. I now work as a substitute teacher for the Alice Independant School District, and I currently have a long term contract teaching a communications class, which is my major and one of the only subjects that holds any real interest for me. So that's a plus shot. And a great step up in pay :D The only problem was I had to cut my hair. Anybody who knows what drivers licence picture sonny looks like, knows what I look like now.

Yeah I sold out, so what? Someday you'll learn that trading in values, opinions, and free thought for ambition and money is what most people call growing up. Oh woe is me *le sigh*

Yeah, I'm an angsty bastard. Deal with it.