Finally gettin' things back to tha way they were. Got me tattoos back, got me piercins back... even got me eyebrow pierced again, though knowin' my luck, it'll be ripped out soon. Not that I really care. Liked tha way tha scar looked too. Ears are sore as hell, though it don't surprise me, considerin' I had needles goin' in 'em about 10 times or so.

Need ta check up on this bass player Andy told me 'bout. I can play lead guitar if I gotta, but I'd prefer ta just sing. Eh. I'll burn that bridge after I cross it. Don't see no damn use in getting permission ta get a band together.

Rich seemed ta adjust well to tha change, though I'd be more worried if he didn't adjust to it all that well, with all tha crap from before. Glad he remembered all that drummin' stuff. It's hell finding a good drummer.

Angie and tha Beatnik have been actin' odd lately. Gotta ask 'em what the hell that's about soon. I figure it's got something to do with those pulled muscles they got. (Angie said somethin' 'bout a skatin' accident, though I don't see what that has ta do with shoulder muscle.) Gotta get 'em to talk about whatever the hell that is. I ain't use to not knowing what's going on inside that head anymore just yet.



The log quote is taken out of context, but it was too funny to pass up.