An oath for cruelty

13.15 PM, Falköping, Sweden

Dear diary.

God... this headache is killing me... I had a few too many drinks last night, and I guess I had this coming... Anyway, nothing much to report, just the same old pointless subsistence as usual. Oh yeah, right - we've got ourselves a new rehearsal space in Jönköping, we're meeting with the guy from Studiefrämjandet next week to get the keys, and should be planning our first rehearsal shortly after that. I'm beginning to get really psyched about this whole thing, we're young, we're reckless and we're ready to take on the world.

Yesterday, we actually talked about getting some strippers for our shows, or at least girls who doesn't mind to take of their clothes in front of a crowd. That would be awesome, and would be just another reason to show up at our gigs. We're doing everything KISS-style - fire, booze and girls, girls, girls, just like the 80's. People have forgotten how to act like a real rock band, nowadays there's only a few left, and they're ready to retire soon. We'll be there to pick up the torch.

Gonna go medicate myself with some coffee and a cigarette now, later.