Rolling Rock

Sat, 28 Oct 2006 17:04:31 GMT

i wonder if that one guy still hacks into this journal. nothing new really, shift manager at quiznos sub. working at rhino video games. still feeling for the girl. not feeling for the other girl. not really feeling much except for having fun...today i'll be in etown checking out high school bands and shit. my mom and sisters will be there, and so will brey. fucking sick. well i better go so i can catch them all. much love. oh yeah. life is so good. :)

Sun, 01 Oct 2006 18:28:14 GMT

i think it's great how much my life changes from one month to the other. but i always stay the same. i can't even say how i really feel at this moment. so i guess i'd better leave it here before i get to emo on it.

Wed, 30 Aug 2006 21:26:58 GMT

So everything has fallen apart in a way. Not my life but the lives of the people around me. It's hard to not care, but I'm trying really hard to keep to myself but they make it utterly impossible. Work was really easy today, and for the first time I handled a whole group of people by myself! It was amazing and they all loved my sandwiches! Sullivan University contacted me (with the correct information) and it looks pretty exciting, other than the fact that it is super ass expensive. I'm making music contacts...like there is a promoter than I will soon be in touch with regularly. I have a studio contact, he is the owner of the Quizno's I work at. well, one of the owners. He owns two studios...one for R&B and Hip-Hop and one for Rock. Emanuel recorded thier debut in his studio. I could POSSIBLY get thier enginer but that's just a shot to the moons chance. But Louisville is for real and has an amazing amount of possibilites for music. The thing that I feel differently this time around is, well...It's not super number one priority, music that is. School, a degree, a carrer, then music. I know the music thing will happen but if I play my cards right and think straight then I won't feel like music is all I have anymore. the love of my life gives me such clarity. I used to think it was dumb and silly that girls 'relied on a man' it's equal support and need. being reliable and dependable and responsible. Those are some of the things a real relationship, friendship, need. I think I have grown up...instead of some understanding I now have a lot of meaning and passion behind the things I do and am doing. Wow...I have had a really crappy week but, for some reason right now, I'm really happy. :-). much love.

-thomas

Sun, 27 Aug 2006 05:22:28 GMT

so the last few days have been something else i guess. working at Quiznos Subs is fun. I tried to avoid getting into a 'real' friendship with my roomate/landlord's "girlfriend"/co-worker but it was impossible because she is a really sweet girl and a cool person and my roomate/landlord is insecure with himself and acts like an ass whenever her and I are in a room. basically disrespecting me and the relationship i'm trying to build from the ground up with desiree all over again. it's the dumbest drama...it's so sdumb i'm not even mad. I'm just a little dissapointed that he could be living such a way. go christians. anyways...I drank a 40 tonight, but it wasn't fun. I drank by myself and have been sitting around watching tv and eating since. my 40 is gone, but whatever...it gave me a headache. If this situation hadn't happened then I would have someone to hang out with. ugh. whatever. I need to move out a.s.a.p. I won't be able to until next spring though. school is going to rock. music is going to rock. and i always rock. byyyah.

The Seltzer Ruby...

Thu, 24 Aug 2006 06:27:07 GMT

I'm sitting here listening to The Seltzer Ruby rough demos...I keep having to adjust the volume because these are some rough demos. I should go to bed soon because I have to get up at like 10 to go to work. I'm working though...I'll have like 46 hrs on this paycheck. I think I get paid six dollars an hour. There is a temp service that can get me on UPS though, I just need to make an appointment and stuff. I applied for ASCAP. I should know something in 10 days or so. Desiree and I are going to go see The Red Hot Chili Peppers and The Mars Volta on October 30th and 31st in Columbus and Clevland, Ohio. Next Friday I'm buying tickets. We can't find anyone else that really wants to go, so if your interested in seeing a good show I guess let me know or something. Anyways, I couldn't be happier right now. I have had a really good monday through wednesday. Desiree was here when I got off of work on Monday, but I was sick with a cold so I spent the night in Benadryl land. but tuesday and today were fun. She helped me climb a tree, we swung on the tree swing and watched tv. OH and we cooked Eggplant Parmaggion(sp) together. good fat times. I felt like Garfield after that meal. Fat and content! I did get some really sad news today. For anyone who has ever been to my house and met my two old ass dogs, Two-Bear and Gray, well Two-bear has cancer in his spleen. He went in to shock today, around noon and was in surgery by 3pm...He made it through the surgery but the next two days are a waiting game...and if he makes it through these days then the doctors only give him 2 to 3 months to live. My mom is really upset (just read her blog) and so are my little sisters. It makes me kinda wish I was there...but he is in my thoughts and I sent my love. I do want to see him before he passes but I know that won't happen. I fucked up by letting my van go to the dump or whereever it went or whoever took it or whatever. I should have gotten that shit fixed. oh well :). Things are so good here, and I'm making it happen. I really need a drink, or 5. I just haven't had one in soooooo long. ugh. anyways, some sprite will work. later.

Sat, 19 Aug 2006 04:00:04 GMT

Well...I started my new job today. Quizno's. let's do some math. will i be able to pay paul back the money i owe for rent before rent is due again. i stand at $700 dollars right now. obviously the answer is no since there are only two more weeks left in august. that will bring my total up to $1,100. and I just moved here. I'm trying not to stress about it, and I was doing fine until I started thinking about it and then I became angry. For at least two months I will go without money but here is the trick... I WILL be setting money aside for Red Hot Chili Peppers and school books. shhhhhh. I need to further my education in public speaking and writing and goddamn it, nothing is going to stop me from seeing my two favorite bands (RHCP and TMV) so kiss my ass debt. he'll get it eventually. besides, I've done enough work around this house to make up for it times ten. Enough of this stuff though...work was cool. easy as hell job. I had better be getting paid more than 6 fucking dollars. I think today I proved that I am worth more than 6something an hour. When i learn the mesurements and shit for the sandwhiches...some people might get fucked out of a job son! Be the next manager and shit...yeah RIGHT! I just want some money to pay off my debts and eventually have be able to start school next semester. I can't even get around to telling paul what i need to do before he has some plan out of his mouth that has nothing to do with me. I just don't know. music. woman. school. school. music. woman. I just can't stop thinking about that one special someone, and it's basically my drive to be succesful. and always has been. I want so much for us. goddamn it. am i stressed out? hell, i don't even know...most of the time, I feel like I'm floating into more and more trouble. making so many promises that I never keep. I've been in a debt of honesty to her for the longest time and I'm working hard to pay it off...on top of everything else. I really want to get loaded but that is a total no. I can only imagine what a let down that would be to everyone, and whenever i come out of it, myself. Saves the Day covering I'll melt with you...too good. I started listening to a lot of my old albums, to reset myself a ways. It's doing some work on my mind. So many emotions come out when I listen to these songs which take me back to certain times. good times. bad times. fun times. sad times. times full of laughter and times full of cursing and fighting. times of doubt and shame and times of glory and triumph. All in all, it won't matter in the end because my life thus far, if it were a pre-cursor of events to come, has been the best. Anyways, I really want to make a huge dinner and invite some from friends over to eat it, but all of my friends live a million miles away. The friends I do have here, wouldn't be interested in that, I guess. I cook for Brey and I sometimes, sometimes he cooks. That's it...usually when my friends show up it's like 2am or so...no one eats dinner at 2am. Sara left for Lexington on Wednesday supposedly, I haven't heard from her. I'll miss her and Bronson. I kinda miss Zack. I haven't heard from him in a few weeks. His girlfriend came back into town, and I can't blame him for blowing off the world for her. She gives him a lot of focus. He's lucky that she is around so conviently. Brey and Mine loves are so far away. maybe that's how we like to keep them. And it ain't right. I never get to talk this much and the most I ever talk is to myself. really. no joke. I'm alone a lot so i catch myself solving problems out loud. When I do talk to my roomates, it's usually about problems they are having, mostly with each other. speaking of roomates, one of them will be back at one. it's almost 12. I bet she comes back fucking toasted. that would be cool. I guess. I'm not toasted. I have just enough Gin to make myself one drink. I might take that dive, but I hate drinking by myself anymore. I was such a lush in cincinnati...I miss it really. but I owe too much money to be that all over again. I'm afraid it will be that way whenever I get all paid and steady. and in school. hopefully I'll have won a heart so that way I can make it back to boozehound central. I really need a few drinks. It's so hot in this house...and we don't have any toilet paper. My parents still haven't sent any money, and letters...I hardly get a phone call. Whatever. :-). I guess I'll make it...If I didn't have this foodstamp card (which eleviated a lot of stress off my shoulders) then...yeah. My voice is almost back to tip top shape, or at least somewhere where I am comfortable. I still have problems moving notes...I never had that probolem before but I guess I can thank whiskey for that. thank you whiskey, you viral pirate hussy. anyways...it might be doodoo.

Wed, 16 Aug 2006 22:28:32 GMT

They don't live by the old gun...they die by it.

Tue, 15 Aug 2006 13:37:31 GMT

I'm not ready to be with you and I never will be.

hey jenni, check it...

Sat, 12 Aug 2006 18:18:21 GMT

Yo world. I posted some new pictures on myspace. finally sent the aqua teen pic to adultswim.com. my new tattoo is up. booyakasha.

I put a spell on you...

Thu, 10 Aug 2006 09:44:01 GMT

I still feel like ass. I still don't have a job and i can't shake this loneliness. i might be happier if i just buckled down and get with the program but i don't even know what the program is anymore because i lost it. I should be asleep and would but IV came over tonight and i'm making sure his shit downloads proper. There is this one song that is giving me a shitload of trouble. I'm so tired. I hope my mom wasn't lying when she said 'yeah i sent that money saturday' because it didn't come today. or yesterday. and i begged for it three weeks ago. i just want to help out with this money situation seeing that i don't have any. fuck rent. i need to go back to wandering the earth. i knew it was a mistake to give away my phone number, address, basically tell people that i am alive. I don't mind any of my normal friends and i'm glad i talk to a few people i haven't seen in years but i can't even keep up with myself and they all want me to 'come visit' and 'check out how awesome my life is!' and stuff. maybe i'm jealous cause my life is shit most of the time. i dunno. but seeing people roll in happiness kinda makes me sick. i mean good for them and all, but why rub it in MY face, i thought we were pals you know? and they know it in the back of thier mind, what they are doing. or maybe i just smoke too much and am super parinoid. or maybe I'm just a racist. just kidding. at least i'll never loose my sense of humor. i just ran out of cigs. even if i did have the money to get more, i wouldn't. someone might need the shirt off my back and wouldn't mind using thier fist to get it. i've been working out lately, on a strict schedule because i thought maybe if i looked better, i'd feel better. i forgot that the whole looking better part isn't instant. and there is a lot of work to do, let me tell you. my stomache is a tub of mashed potatoes. my legs used to belong to a cow named bertha and my tits are tweenie tits. where is my trainer, i think they might be sagging. whatever. oh and the fact i have no stamina at all and i don't breath properly because i smoke a lot. Panzer dan Vonzkrugen won't let me give up because he knows there is a show coming up soon and we need to be the hottest thing since the sun. i want people to want to drink the sweat off of me. i wonder, if i loose my gut if all of the hair will fall off of it. i got JOKES AND JOKES AND JOKES. i wish i had some spaghetti to go with it. love to all you rotten bastards. jokes. (edit) o just wanted to add that i FINALLY have the stolen against me! demo. I lost it awhile back but guess what? i just told you...I just got it back. Booyah!

Tue, 08 Aug 2006 14:47:51 GMT

it's pretty difficult to eat today. My jaw is sore and i got pretty drunk last night. Not beer though. I went to the store to buy beer for my friend Rob and on my way back i get jumped by a white dude and a black dude. they were pretty thug. I got hit twice in the head and i hit him in the side of his face. they ran away with my beer. pretty fucked up. so IV took me to the store and he bought me Gin since i used every last penny i had to buy the beer to which i was going to comemerate my friends', robs', life and celebrate his passing and with this beer drink to his next life. that got shot down pretty quickly. but IV understood that i was already in pain, not from the blows, but by my friends' passing. so the night didn't end on some somber note. I drank my ass of, still, in the name of crazy rob. fucking rock on rob.

Sun, 06 Aug 2006 14:38:34 GMT

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Sun, 06 Aug 2006 07:51:03 GMT

let me say first happy birthday to josh stokes. he turned 21 or something. good for you buddy. second thing i would say if i actually had something to say is...well...I don't know how i feel about the mars volta's new album. i cheated and listened to it earlier tonight and it's not as good as i thought it might be but maybe i need to give it some time since i only listened to it once. anyways, things are good. my stomache is always upset and i'm a nervous wreck all of the time. I applied for food stamps yesterday and will be getting a card on Friday next week. fucking sweet. i hope i have like 2 billion dollars on it because that is how poor i perceive myself at the moment even though it isn't entirely true at all by any means. I'm sitting in a house with some food and drinks on a computer pretending i'm sad. ha. I've been on a writing spree but everytime i write something i hear something that totally kicks its ass. but i'm sure when people play all of the parts then it will sound amazing. just me and my guitar aren't cutting it. Brey wants to put on this coffee house show soon. i want it to be big as in i want everyone to play on the roof of this place. but i doubt it will happen. who knows man, i want to make it work. the line up so far is: The Seltzer Ruby and that's it. I've been talking to Tim Lynch about playing and he agreed so i guess him too. Playboyy a rapper here in louisville. you might recognize him from ComicView or something on BET. and i really want this soul group to perform. that would be the shit. pretty wide variety, ya dig. i hope it all works out. i am praying for a $10 to $12 an hour job to come my way. love

Sat, 29 Jul 2006 03:07:17 GMT

i didn't go to work today. i stayed awake until almost 11am. i didn't wake up to the alarm either. i want to work for UPS so UPS can help me pay for college. i at least want a degree so that way if i have to get a quick professional job then i can. yep. i think that i'm way too irresponsible i mean i think i've been talking about this college thing for a year now. Today though was a very different day for me. Sort of this eye opening reality check kinda deal. i gotta go.

Wed, 26 Jul 2006 04:36:23 GMT

went to work today, it was a hot walk. i was ten minutes late. haaaaa. peace.

UPS

Fri, 21 Jul 2006 19:45:03 GMT

i got a call from meijer asking me to come in for an interview. i'm also sitting at home cause paul bought a new computer. brand new. i did a load of laundry today, because paul bought a washer and dryer. trash service and cable will be here tuesday. iNsight. every single channel, 'including all of the playboy channels!' so says mr paul. it's a change. hopefully i get the job at meijer so that way i can stop being so squirly. it's been really fun these past weeks. i can't wait until two weeks from now, at least band camp can be over with. i really want this show thing to happen, but i want to be ready as well. zack isn't ready i guess...according to brey. i've gotten a lot of complements on my new tattoo. thanks for that. i dont have much more to say. be safe.

gee whiz

Wed, 19 Jul 2006 15:11:23 GMT

so i made it to the library today, i haven't slept in a few days. still on the hunt for a job. still got a mohawk. still waiting around for a big change and still waiting around to get a chance to shoot my guns. i have no idea where the nearest rifle range is, but when i find it, it is so fucking on. turns out i did break my ankle. and my wrist. that's why they were so screwed up. the doctor will break them again and set them or something. gah. i grilled out on sunday because i felt like it. it went pretty well. yeah right. brey was on the phone the whole time of course. zack hung out with me most of the time but then he was drunk so he got on the phone as well. i was all alone pretty much the whole time. but i grilled burgers and dogs and they all were eaten. and enjoyed. i've noticed i'm alone a lot here. like i jumped into these peoples lives, these lives were already in motion. and my life has been going nowhere, of my own doing, but still it's weird to have such expectations like a friend in need but instead you are the friend in need. of attention that is. i really don't get enough attention, and i'm a hard-on for it. i didn't realize it as a truth until i was here, with no one to talk to. no guitar to play, well not enough strings on it. and it didn't take long to realize this i guess, being ignored for phone calls and such. i find a friend in the walls. i seriously get drunk and pretend that i have a cell phone as well, but instead i'm talking to the walls. fuck me. oh well, my walls make me one thousand promises of a better tomorrow. i constantly need attention or to feel wanted. how disgusting. i looked forever for any copy of Sin City...the computer told me there was one left here in this library but of course, it was nowhere to be found. I'm sure someone stole it. i need a job so i can start paying bills. and have money to buy my friends with. i see everyone else doing it, and i need to cash in before time runs out, but i never see my friends buying each other. i have good friends. i miss ya'll. haha, i typed "ya'll". welcome back to Kentucky, Thomas.

act ii

Thu, 06 Jul 2006 20:00:56 GMT

it's been good so far. this job thing is crazy. the runaround is sucking ass. other than that, at least i'm chillin. fuck.

Thu, 06 Jul 2006 18:55:47 GMT

Tell me how could you compromise
Yourself like this?
Tell me how could you blame anyone else
When you aren't really committed?
Tell me where was your head
When you broke that promise to yourself,
The one where you don't forget
Every life lesson that happend before your eyes
So you don't wake up to regret she's gone years away?
You had hopes and dreams of a day
Where everything, everything, everything would come together,
You wouldn't have to be so scared.

Wed, 21 Jun 2006 05:18:16 GMT

i'm sitting at desiree's house and other than the stuffiness of the humidity and the shitty home movies, i'd say i'm ok. well, saying i'm ok, that's stretching it a bit. i have no alcohol. no weed. nothing. absolutle zero percent chance i'll sleep tonight. how many times have i seen this same video/heard this same song. get over yourself. anyways, i almost saw this rad video from when i lived in paducah but it was too boring i guess even though it has a lot of musicality. whatever. i'm gonna go be bored. maybe eat my hand. peace.

Fri, 16 Jun 2006 11:56:02 GMT

i had a some kind of day. a very long one that i haven't stopped. i have too much going on tomorrow i think. i'm down to like 40 bucks. i started with 188. gasoline. fuck brey's car. cigarettes are so cheap here, you have no fucking clue. my emotions have been really up and down today. good mood straight to a bad mood. i'm a little bit of something i used to be and now i am all of something i never was. what the hell does that mean? lowell. i want to just fucking quit. straight up quit it all. tonight i hung out with brittney rice at waffle house. that was sweet, i saw some black girl's ass...the whole thing. drank some coffee. smoked a cigarette or two. talked. did some more talking till the break of dawn. it was really cool to hang out with someone that isn't about fucking me or getting one over on me or trying to cheat me or someone who has mixed feelings about whatever or however they feel. i miss that, just being able to fucking chill without drugs or whatever the fuck be you. i feel like setting myself on fire again, that was too much fun. oh yeah, i set my head on fire. beat that. i was hoping this summer would be super fucking sick. i have this feeling that the sickness is vomit and that my hopes are A.I.D.S. and i have a few short minutes to live it out. in other words, i feel so old and that i guess my time is running so short and i haven't done squat. but whatever i guess, right? HA. that was a very sarcastic 'ha' for you to chew on and spit in mah FACE BABY, YEA! and no, that wasn't austin powers' voice you heard in your head, it was a 65 year old black man who has done it and seen it more times than you can count on your friends. Miles Davis, Sly & the Family Stone. good shit for my mood. almost too good. hmmm. i didn't do any drugs within the last 5 or 6 hours. that's pretty amazing in my book, can i get a hand clap? B.A.C.A. do you know what that means? you don't need to know...it won't better you or weaken you. it just means i have an ace up my sleeve. i miss cincinnati pretty bad. i dislike living in KY very much. but, i have never really 'gone back to square one' per say so i guess i'm still doin alright. talking shit is bad, you know. I noticed that when someone talks shit in vain, that it always comes back to get them. 3 fold. or whatever. Karma. it really works. I have examples but i need to become somewhat of a celebrity before i can share these examples because they are personal expierences that may offend paticular people. oh man...let's see...has anyone ever been to mississippi? sucks. bad. bogs, dirty. when you count, please stop saying "one mississippi! TWO MISSISSIPPI!! THHHHRRREEE MISSISSIPI!!!" alright?! everyone knows it would be shitty to have more than one mississippi to deal with! mississippi everywhere. shit. fuck that, i'd rather be in Iraq getting my legs blown off. why jinx it, you know. i mean fuck...if a "CERTAIN SOMEONE" heard this thing we call "COUNTING NUMBERS" and heard how to interval one number between the other...pick up on that shit and then BAM! fucking Mississppi in your back-fucking-yard. jesus. well for now, that's some of what i got. at least louisville has an alright comedy club. maybe i should just keep it there because i just read what i wrote and it isn't that funny. or maybe it is and i'm too goddamn awesome for opinion. plan B is in effect. peace.

hellbent for leather

Mon, 05 Jun 2006 21:04:06 GMT

this is my last week of cincinnati and let me tell you, it sucks. i have had a couple of people offer me a room for rent so far and i kinda want to just because it's so hard finding a job. i read cassies livejournal entry for some day here recently and all of the things she said made me think about how far myself personally had come to get to this point i'm at now. i mean, i'm not judging or comparing by anymeans, it just made me think a little bit. well, a lot a bit about how tough it really is but i haven't stopped to see it. i've been through some fucking shit. i mean, moving around so much in the past few years the parties the faces the sex the drugs the rocking and you know it won't stop. it never stops till your dead. how about that? i used to think so much about little things like this and that and now i just can't think because it really comes at you so fast that thinking is a good way to get caught in the undertow you know? living here has really opened my eyes to a lot of things. for instance i don't know everything, as much as i thought i knew there is a whole nother side. and how about society in general. i'm not a pussy anymore. but whatever haha.
i think saturday night, i set my head on fire. it was the best, you should have been there. i tried to light a tiki torch like 5 times and the last time i tried it combusted...so i tried to rip it off the porch (we used duct tape) and in ripping it off i smacked myself in the head with it thus lighting my whole head on fire. instead of putting my head out, i took the time to kill the tiki torch, and then kill the fire on my head. it was amazing, i looked like a demon and i was laughing like one too and don't let me forget to tell you that i was plenty wasted.
wednesday night when i was wasted again, i tripped this girl who isn't too skinny but isn't light as a feather either. she landed on my foot which twisted the oppsite direction is should have been normally. i woke up with a softball that someone hid in my foot, which after the swelling went down looked like a baseball. i'd say i have a golfball now. some of you will ask 'wait, wednesday...i thought you quit drinking on nights that you had to work the next morning' well yeah, but that was when i was a pussy. as stated before, i'm not a pussy anymore.
i'd better get out of here. i got some drinking to do. gettin down with the rodeo clowns.

the party is over.

Sun, 04 Jun 2006 21:45:28 GMT

well it had to happen eventually i guess. i got kicked out of my little 6X4 bedroom at the eatafetus house. so i'm going to head to louisville. it's been a lot of fun here though and i will miss it terribly but the thought of being closer (even if it is two hours) to everyone makes it ok. i guess i'm just too wild for walls.

Thu, 25 May 2006 22:32:58 GMT

Wine hangovers are crazy, but no different i guess except your still happy but feeling like shit doesn't help. in 30 minutes i'll be at work, and i'm not really looking forward to it. I get to bitch the new guy out for all of the mistakes he made the night before. I'm not really going to bitch at him, even though he didn't help matters by all of his mistakes. This new chili peppers album is alright so far. i'm gonna have to buy this next week. I don't know how i feel about tomorrow. I know it's enevitably coming and very fast. ergh. hopefully i won't be cussing anyone out. i want to get off work saturday super bad now so that way i can go see the people I miss. Maybe it'll work itself out. Seacrest out.

Wed, 24 May 2006 02:59:37 GMT

feeding frenzy is contagious. i'm digging with shovels.

i'm waiting for the final fuck you.

tomorrow will be the most rad ass day this week.

i really don't know any sweet girls and i feel like a liar.

i still have a paper trail.

it's a mile long and has nothing but shit spread all over it.

that's my smell.

so tell me in your most honest opinion what i should say to you, let me know.

what sweet melody should escape my lips and shatter your bone structure.

i'm so lost, how did i reach this point and where did i leave my flashlights?

i'm digging with shovels.

i thought this was my profession but slowly i'm seeing it isn't.

or maybe the final fuck you is an opinion and not a demand.

so what's up you guys. i zoned out for a minute there, a little tipsy. i think i just realized that it's kinda my fault. i was so caught up in my bullshit excuse of a life that i never really took the time out for the right people...just all of the wrong ones. and now that i see it...it just sucks. like i was nice to all of the wrong ones, the ones with an agenda and i was there for a purpose that was expendible. i have great people in my life, and still ones i thought were great. eventually i'll be stuck with all of the wrong ones or maybe i'll get stuck with the right ones. but i know it'll dwindle down to like two or so. when i'm like 35. hopefully i'll never be that old.