Over 700 miles away, a solid 12 hours crammed in a Ford Focus, but I’m finally going home tomorrow. I’ve had a hell of a time out here making this record, but I’m so excited to sleep in my own bed and eat real food again tomorrow night.
Success is the only revenge I need, and that’s something I’ll gladly shove down your throat.
Sometimes I just want to settle down and meet a nice girl with a pretty smile that likes good music, wrestling and partying. Do those even exist?
Life got really fucking weird.
Stop getting drunk and eating spaghetti and meatballs in bed.
If somebody who isn’t a shallow and completely superficial asshole became a part of my life in the near future, I’d be pretty fucking surprised.
Last day in the studio tomorrow and then I’ll be on my way back home Monday morning. I’m proud of myself and everyone else who saw this through for not backing down and doing whatever it took to bring us to where we are today. I love these songs, I love this band, I love proving people wrong and when I get back home, things are going to change.
I am without a doubt a lonely old man in the making, and I’m absolutely fine with that.
There isn’t a single positive thought running through my head today.
I’m drunk as fuck at WWE Smackdown and I just feel the need to let you guys know that this is going to be the greatest night of my life.
Sucks when people define you by an irrelevant part of your past.