FLYING HIGH AGAIN

My PC has shat itself and I have to take it to a fellow nerds house to fix it up. So I'm stuck on my mothers PC listening via iPod to all my favorites and just metaling it up and wondering why the fuck people still wear latex like its 1983. Most of this blog will jsut be OZZY lyrics from assorted songs because thats all I feel like typing. Like covering a song but easier.

CRAZY BUT THATS HOW IT GOES.
MILLIONS OF PEOPLE LIVING AS FOOLS.
MAYBE ITS NOT TO LATE
TO LEARN HOW TO LOVE AND FORGET HOW TO HATE?
MENTAL WOUNDS NOT HEALING, LIFES A BITTER SHAME.
I'M GOING OFF THE RAILS ON A CRAZY TRAIN.

Anyone see those OZZY OSBOURNE adverts about World Of Warcraft? Fuck, its corny as shit and gimmicky as fuck but I was still frothing. Maybe I'm too much of a fanboy over stuff I'm into? Who knows. I'll still rely on him later to carry me through the early hours of the morning when I crawl off to bed and bang my head against the pillow in a violent fashion to my iPOD mixes.

YOU GOTTA BELIEVE IN SOMEONE.
ASKING ME WHO IS RIGHT.
ASKING ME WHO TO FOLLOW?
DON'T ASK ME: I DON'T KNOW.

Managed to get ahold of 40 cans of soft drink for SIXX BUCKS. No wank brands either, all Pepsi, Coke Zero, Solo (even the Lemon and Lime variant) and all that jazz. All loose cans that were ment to be in the vending machine or fell off the crates I guess. Some of them smell and taste like a mix of woodglue and sawdust that makes some of the drinks taste like they got homemade vodka in it. I'm not complaining but; for that value I'm willing to look past possible poisioning/cancer.

HOWLING IN SHADOWS.
LIVING IN A LUNAR SPELL.
HE FINDS HIS HEAVEN
SPEWING FROM THE MOUTH OF HELL.
AND WHEN HE FINDS WHO HES LOOKING FOR
LISTEN IN AWE AND YOU'LL HEAR HIM
BARK AT THE MOON.

I actually ahvent picked up my bass in a good month or so for a decent session and I'm feeling like a bad husband. If my guitar was a wife she'd be rooting the poolboy by now and I'd be looking at an expensive court settlement that would see me lose my house, my kids and my money. Yeouch. I plan to betray my girl at some point for a new one anyways, thinking BC Rich or another Ashton. Nothing to expensive, just something to thrash the shit out of. Also need to look into a new amp. And the money for this? Maybe I'll sex myself up and get a boobjob and suck some old man for the final years of his life to walk away with some future security. Could work.

OVER AND OVER; ALWAYS TRIED TO GET AWAY
LIVING IN A DAYDREAM; ONLY PLACE I HAD TO STAY
FEVER OF A BREAKOUT BURNING IN ME MILES WIDE
PEOPLE AROUND ME TALKING TO THE WALLS INSIDE

I really need a band and to get more zines out. For now though its records, internet poker and tetris. Fun times.