November 21, 2004
9:45 PM
So we finished the fricken demo today. Six hours... I repeat Six absolutely miserable hours of singing harmonies. Just the fuckin' harmonies! Harmonies to the same songs I've been singing with Justin for the past year and half! I need a new line of work. Let me fill you in on Nate Larson's dream job. I go to work clock in at what ever time suits me and watch facial porn while smoking cigarettes and listening to Bon Jovi. And oral sex is required every two hours and just to define oral sex, I mean getting a knob job from a hot chick who has skin care issues, i.e. dry skin to justify the use of the moisturizing properties - the surprise that awaits them when they're done.
Any way I think we should call this the Exile writings as I am now stranded, stuck and suffering from redneck exposure in Winslow. And I'm fully aware that no one is going to read this so this is the part where I go into convulsions.
My name is Nate!