i wish i had a permanent cuddle buddy/girl to hang with.

ah, female companionship. i forgot what it feels like.

that’s how i’ve been feeling lately. the weekends mean so much more to me, now that i work literally all week. i appreciate time off exponentially more, and i find that i’m appreciating the people around me more as well. 

but then when the weekend’s over, another week begins and i get to relive the monotony all over again. woohoo. i manage the grocery and dairy department at a grocery store. go me. not really.

i guess i’m just writing this to get it off my chest. anyone who feels like i do?

i think it’s part seasonal annoyance (not depression) and part ‘i can’t wait for tour’. because i can’t.

hurry up, summer.

and i’m sick of it.

i seriously can’t fucking WAIT to jam with my brothers tomorrow. 

the holidays fucked up our practice schedule so bad, we gotta get back into band mode.