So now that my birthday's coming up, I came up with a little wish list of things I wanna get. So, erm, you can, erm, cooperate and whatnot. Tee hee. Yeah right.

Anyway, Ian Curtis hung himself on my birthday. You got a good band going, you're about to tour the US and boom! Game over. Depression and epilepsy are serious motherfuckers. Respect to Mr C. and I love Joy Division, but I guess you gotta appreciate what you have before deciding to check out this existence.

Mt. St. Helens exploded on my birthday and I'm sure I share it with some famous people :P ha!

Yes, I'm bored.