1. Shitty Saturday.

    Time to go on a self-reflective walk (soundtrack by Jawbreaker, of course), then lay in bed and wish I actually pitied myself enough to cry until I eventually fall asleep.

    Then maybe I’ll write about the experience in my zine.

    Just kidding, I’m not gonna write about it. It’s cheesy and lame enough without any more of my bullshit.


  2. send it to maximumrockandroll

    I wrote a shitty perzine with way too many AFI references, so I’m too embarrassed to let MRR tell me how shitty my life is.

    Like, it’s so bad that I don’t even know if I’m gonna send Robert Eggplant one for fear of him spontaneously reviewing it for Slingshot. otherXcore press can’t handle that kind of bad publicity.