I'm the king of everything.

Yeah I basically am. Fuck it, since I have been called conceited, why not act it.

Refreshed and pleased with things around me for the first time in a long time. The trip to RVA over the weekend was way over due. Hanging with friends, and some friends that are family made everything amazing. Only bad thing is that it seems like a blur of parties and food. The main reason I went down was to celebrate a new life, and put to the bed the loss of my own. The late night conversations on a porch with good friends as a sounding board is something that I do not see being replicated up here. That is why it is a vacation, the things I can not do here.

New music has been making its way into my head lately, and not one of the new discs is a bad one. The new Counting Crows is awesome, as is the new Alkaline Trio. The new Trio I was concerned about, but am very surprised a how great it sounds, as always the lyrics make it.

On a side note, I think there should be requirements for summer clothing. As in weight maximum's. I am tired of seeing people whose thighs rub together wear skinny jeans or Capri's. Come on people, your clothes should never look like you painted them on. Also, spandex is included in that. Sandals should only be worn if you take care of your feet. No tank tops showing off your horrid "artwork". Seriously if you are so proud that you picked #51 off a wall in a shop, you should go hang yourself.

That is all.
Nuff Said.