There's this daydream I keep having..

Is there such a thing as a daymare? I guess some people would call ita panic attack.. Today I was asked through my formspring if I was racist.. I replied with "of course not! I hate everyone equally"

... its the end of the world dream that i've had before.. I blogged about it before too. it ends with a familiar looking girl in my past, putting two shotgun shells in her mouth, abd biting down on the percussion caps.. thus blowing her own brains out... weird... im sure its nothing.

"I've got a secret! Its on the tip of my tongue, its on the back of my lungs, and I'm gonna keep it! I know something you don't know!" -Bring Me The Horizon

ive been trying to write new songs... i have some great chord ideas but nothing seems to be coming together..

someone asked me on formspring this question: Whats your type?

and this is honestly the way i can answer:

Someone that can forgive my dumbass jokes and my fucked up sense of humor... someone that understands my demanding work schedule and my ridiculous career choice... someone that would just fucking trust me. someone that would let me be there for them... oh, and she has to look better than my fugly ass