Shootin' at the walls of heartache, bang, bang...I am the warrior

I watched Metallica's Some Kind of Monster day before yesterday. It made me more angry than any movie I have seen in a long time. How hard is it to rock? Why do they need a million days and a shitty therapist to produce a completely mediocre album? I am not a Metallica fan to begin with but now I hate them with such a fiery passion that there are no words. The whole time they were looking for a bass player (that would be about 4 hours in to the worlds longest documentary...ok, it wasn't that long but it felt like forever), I found myself thinking "Why don't they ask Patty Smythe? It couldn't be any more absurd than when Van Halen asked her to replace Diamond Dave." I didn't say this out loud though, lest Daniel should discover that I really am crazy.

Don't walk away, all you gotta do is stay

I am feeling very disconnected from the rollergirls lately. I hardly ever see them and I never visit practice. I have had a lot of skating dreams lately but all that has done is create some fear that I will never skate again. Not because my knees can't do it but if I have any fear or doubt when I skate, I am as good as fucked.

Since I had my accident, there has been so much rollergirl drama and I just don't know if I need all that. The impending loss of our rink, rollergirls spending too much time doing rails, etc.

And still with the food

I am still eating way too much and I need to stop immediately. That is all I have to say about that.