I don't have anything since I don't have you.

I don't have plans and schemes and I don't have hopes and dreams. I, I, I don't have anything, since I don't have you.

And I don't have fond desires and I don't have happy hours, I don't have anything since I don't have you.

God I need a fucking drink. It's not even ten in the morning but I swear I need a fucking drink. The stronger the better. I've been without my laptop since saturday. Meaning a whole damn week and I am about to start tearing my hair out. Obviously it's true that you appreciate things once you loose them. I didn't loose it though, the battery inside died. A battery I didn't know it had or needed. But the timing is probably the worse possible timing for me. I have so much work that has to be done and all the files for it on my laptop. Which brings us back to another reason why I'm a fucking idiot or a fail if you will. I have two external hard drives full of rockstars, tv shows, concert photography but it has never once occured to me to actually save shit I might need on it. Well a proper genius don't you think. I seem to enjoy complicating my life more then it has to be. God I can just hear my grandmother in my head just now ''I told you so''. Well yes, she did tell me so but what's the point? I need to learn on my own mistakes. Like having no laptop and then spending a week on high levels of caffeine so I can stay awake all days and nights and get through the work that has to be done. Not kidding. This is literally what will happen. Dear god in heaven. Alright suck it up. Last year of this studying bullshit. That's the only thing bringing me comfort to be fair. Thinking how awesome it would feel when I walk out of that damn school and never look back. I'll drink to that. Hah. Using a HP Pavilion for the time being. Windows 10. Though I am missing my Howard *yes my laptop has a name, what, yours doesn't?* like crazy, I'm starting to like this one. And the battery life? Are you kidding me it's amazing. Cute story I did in fact wanted a Pavilion but at the time I got mine they were so expensive I could never afford it. And though I wish I could crawl up into a hole and sleep and just never get out *or until Howard is back* I've decided to go out tomorrow night. It's getting pathetic spending weekends with junk food on the sofa watching endless ammounts of Supernatural or The Walking dead. It's time for the movies again, this movie is finally playing here as well...

Please, like I need to choose. Hah. Those of you who know me a bit better, know I have a silly little crush on Mark Wahlberg. I know. I know. Another one. But hey at least this one is an actor. Though the reason I fell for him was his role in ''Rockstar''...alright I better zip it up. Hah. There's no hope for me I know. But come on he's half naked the entire trailer, drives a bike, look at those damn arms. Jesus christ. I don't have self control of a saint. I might get overly excited for this movie to be honest. Heh. It's gonna be ''In the heart of the sea'' all over again. I feel bad for the poor sucker going with me. Unless I take Matt. He's just the same, fawning all over Mark's muscly body. Explains why we're friends doesn't it? Heh. It's the same story each time we watch tv shows together, Dean Winchester, Daryl Dixon, Damon Salvatore, probably half of the male cast in The Originals, we're all over them annoying everyone else with comments that should probably be censored. Not that it matters, we're at a point when we just look at eachother and start giggling because we know excatly what the other is thinking. People tend to find it creepy sometimes.

Oh! I got The Amazing Book Is Not On Fire the other day. LOVED IT. It's so cool having not just online videos but also a book. What if youtube *god forbid* crashes at some point and all the videos get deleted? Dear god. What a thought. But anyways if you're a fan of Dan and Phil or ''Phan'' hah...then you should get the book because it's really cool.

Which brings us to another thing, not book related, but I just remembered something. Wouldn't it be cool if you could just decide your new year starts February? And January was like a free trial month after which I decide that I don't like the product and give it back. Or unsubscribe if you will. 2016 only just started and it's been hell so far. I don't think any of us can make it till Ddecember if the entire year is going to look like this. I barely recovered *who am I kidding I totally didn't* from Lemmy, to have Bowie and Frey taken too and now Paul Kantner. Like alright I get it none of the musicians I love are young except a few exceptions but I honestly can't live like this fearing to look at my notifications each morning hoping all my guys survived through the night. What if next time it's Ozzy? Keith? Mick? Nikki? Jon? God my heart wouldn't be able to handle that. I know nobody lives forever but holy fuck just the thought of that...it makes me fucking sick.

Wow okay this post went into a dark direction I didn't plan it to go to. How about I share some art with you instead? Have a drawing of the only real love of my life, my savior, hero, inspiraion. It sounds cheesy I know but I love this man so much and nobody makes me feel better, stronger, more determined or focused then he does. So it is what it is. Spent all night working on this drawing after I gave up sleeping. God damn insomnia. I swear this stress is going to be the death of me someday. Also enjoy this sunset and early morning barbed wire *how barbaric?* snaps. I hope y'all have a pleasant weekend. Y'all in Australia it's over 5pm right now right? Go get a drink, one for me too, lord knows I really need it. But I gotta wait till tonight. Still too early here. Heh.

When you walked out on me in walked ol' misery and she's been here since then.

Yeah, we're fucked.

I don't have love to share and I don't have one who cares, I don't have anything since I don't have you.

I don't want your civil war.

Look at your young men fighting, look at your women crying, look at your young men dying, the way they've always done before.

Look at the hate we're breeding, look at the fear we're feeding, look at the lives we're leading, the way we've always done before.

I learned lately that I'm way too old school. I like my music on vinyl, I like to wear clothes that my mom had in the 80's, I hate doing digital art, I like looking at it yes but I hate doing it myself. I'm stricly a drawing, pencil and paper kinda girl. I am not too into new gaming consoles PlayStation 2 will always be my favorite. I like old cars, 50's, 60's, 70's, new ones are just not interesting. I like music that was made before I was even born. I like the whole 70's or 80's wibe. Life was different then. Simple. Easier. Maybe I live in an illusion. I don't even really know. All I know is that I don't fit in I don't get along and I don't belong. And it's frustrating as fuck.

Enough about that. Those thoughts tend to spiral down into a pit of darkness that it's hard to get out of. So! I think I finally had it sorted out. My favorite albums I mean. That's the only part of my life that is not chaotic. The only part of my life where I know excatly what I want and where I belong. Here's the deal. Appetite for destruction, Born in the USA, Dr. Feelgood and Skid Row are by far my favorite records and unless Freddie Mercury comes back to life and records something amazing nothing will change that. I had three of those and I just got the fourth missing one over the week.

I knew the songs by heart before but putting this on, playing it for the first time. Jesus better then sex. The music is amazing of course but man those vocals. I found myself falling in love with them all over again. They came after the big guys already made a mark and still managed to stand out in a crowd and that's pretty damn amazing. Either way this album is a classic and no vinyl collection by my opinion is complete without it.

Well it's friday night and I'm home alone with my record player, some wine and a drawing I almost finished...

The lovely Amy Adams. A request that was harder to complete then I thought. I've been drawing so many guys I aparently forgot how to draw a woman. Hah. Either way it's friday night, hope y'all are out having fun, I'm aparently growing old because I am not even in the mood to party. Or go out. Or do anything really. And I probably had enough to drink today already. It's been a long weird day. Y'all take care out there and have fun, enjoy the weekend. Cheers!

And I don't need your civil war. It feeds the rich while it buries the poor, your power hungry sellin' soldiers in a human grocery store, ain't that fresh, I don't need your civil war.

Look at the shoes you're filling, look at the blood we're spilling, look at the world we're killing, the way we've always done before.

Look in the doubt we've wallowed, look at the leaders we've followed, look at the lies we've swallowed and I don't want to hear no more.

The Hotel's closed.

On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair, warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air. Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light, my head grew heavy and my sight grew dim I had to stop for the night.

There she stood in the doorway; I heard the mission bell and I was thinking to myself, "This could be Heaven or this could be Hell".

Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way, there were voices down the corridor, I thought I heard them say...

Welcome to the Hotel California, such a lovely place, such a lovely face.

Plenty of room at the Hotel California, any time of year, you can find it here.

I sat in front of my laptop last night thinking what the fuck should I write about. It's hard to write a blog when you run entirely on caffeine, sarcasm and inappropriate thoughts. I'm not even kidding right now. Without caffeine I'd be as good as dead by now, I'm sarcastic to a point where people think I'm stupid and inappropriate thoughts? Let's not go there huh? Hah.

Ever been stressed to a point where you just laughed because if you'd let yourself feel anxiety would flood over you and you'd just break down? Yeah. I get that. I feel like the more I have to do the less motivation I have for anything. This so called ''school'' that's supposed to teach, help, make something outta you or whatever...what a joke. It's nothing but a popularity contest. Why judge a fish by it's ability to fly? I'm not going to be any smarter or less or more capable of working. All I'll have is a paper. Paper proving I did something, half of which I forgot already. A fancy expensive piece of paper that won't even get me a job. I really do wonder what the hell is the point? I'm stressed, angry, depressed, sick, all because I drive myself mad over things that don't matter. And I can't help wondering why? Why the fuck am I letting it happen? My health should be most important to me. I should worry about me for a change not what I have to do, not what should be done, not everyone around me. But me. It's not selfish thinking of yourself every now and then. Have you ever thought how you're always doing something always postponing your life to later. You'll see someone or something later, you'll visit someone later, you'll travel later, you'll see that band you love later, you'll get that later...what if there is no later? What if all you've got is here and now? Wouldn't you want to enjoy it? Live to the max? I don't know where these thoughts are comming from to be honest. Maybe when I'm drinking cold coffee in the morning still drunk of last nights whiskey and coke, thinking about what the fuck am I missing in life. Sometimes nothing, sometimes everything. Either way, shutting down those thoughts. I have a shit ton of work that's gotta be done. An artist's job is never done, not like you can hire an assistant to do your drawing and designs instead of you huh? That'd be nice.

Y'all enjoy your week, hope it's a pleasant one. Please note, selfish is not always bad, sometimes you should be selfish.

Mirrors on the ceiling, the pink champagne on ice. And she said "We are all just prisoners here, of our own device".And in the master's chambers, they gathered for the feast, they stab it with their steely knives, but they just can't kill the beast.

Last thing I remember, I was running for the door. I had to find the passage back to the place I was before. "Relax, " said the night man, "We are programmed to receive. You can check-out any time you like, but you can never leave! "

Cheers Glenn!

Hysteria

Out of touch, out of reach yeah. You could try to get closer to me. I'm in luck, I'm in deep, yeah, hypnotized, I'm shakin' to my knees.

I gotta know tonight, if you're alone tonight. Can't stop this feeling, can't stop this fire.

Oh, I get hysterical, hysteria, oh can you feel it, do you believe it? It's such a magical mysteria, when you get that feelin', better start believin' 'cos it's a miracle, oh say you will, ooh babe, hysteria when you're near.

Not going to make this too long today. Been feeling like hell, headaches and shit and all I really want is tea, bed and tv shows, or maybe Jurassic world. Boyfriend bought me the dvd today. I'm a big fan and I've got all the previous ones he said the collection must be complete. He's the sweetest. So I've spent the day running around on errands. Despite the head pain it felt good having my mind busy and less time to think about things that don't matter. I met someone, an artist of some sort if you will. He was just like me. See's the world and people in it just like me and that felt nice. Talking to someone who understands for a change. Do y'all know people like that? People you don't have to explain yourself to because they just know? It's a nice feeling. Nice feeling knowing you're either not crazy or that there's other people just as crazy. Not sure which one is it but it's great non the less. I like people that are passionate about what they love just like I am. I feel like you can't do things halfway. You either love something or you don't but you don't do it halfway. I think people lack passion in everything they do really, their jobs, their relationships, their hobbies. And it's sad to see it. Nobody lives these days anymore they just simply survive. Guess that's what makes me different. Strange if you will. I refuse to follow the rules, obey, fall in line. I don't want to live my life in a rut. I want to live. I want to see the world. Try new, wild, crazy thing. Experience things. Be free. I don't want to be bound some place. Living for nothing but my job and family. Sounds like a proper nightmare. In that spirit, forget the tea and tv, I'll put on some glitter makeup, pour myself a Lemmy *that's official now, Jack and Coke are now a ''Lemmy''* play me my new vinyl that I got today and enjoy the night.

This one was on my top five most wanted list, oh guess that makes it a top four now. How about that. And I basically got it for free. Well it aint going to play by itself so I better move my butt off this couch.

Oh, since y'all asked for the step by step picture of my last Bowie work, here it is. I got to say I'm a little overwhelmed by the support and love this drawing got. Feels good. Stop it guys. I might get a big head now. Hah.

It's fucking friday night, go out, get a drink, relax, enjoy it, mondays come too soon. Take care of one another and good night.

''I don't know where I'm going from here but I promise it won't be boring''

I've been saying goodbye lately A LOT. And I don't like it one bit. So many private goodbyes that I don't want to talk about right now and so many other goodbyes. From people I like and admire. Like Motley Crue, I know that aint the same but still. And then Scott Weiland. And Lemmy which was painfull and hard to deal with and I'm still not comfortable thinking about the fact that he's gone for good. And then today. David Bowie. I don't have much to say because I'm still shocked. Still processing. I remember the first time I listened to him. I have 3 records my mother gave me. They used to be hers. She bought each same month it came out. I wasn't much of a fan at first, I listened to Tonight and I just felt like it's not his best work. But then I put on Scary Monsters... and that was something else. I don't even know what it was the fact that it somehow for some reason reminded me of Pink Floyd. The voice, the music. I don't know but I loved it. Over the years he was always in my itunes playlists. I remember watching ''The perks of being a wallflower'' with my friends and being literally the only one who knew the ''tunnel song''. It just happened to be one of my favorites by Bowie. Today I'm angry and sad and broken. I wish everyone was vampires and immortal. I know in a way they all are. I know they live on through their music but that's not really the same. It's not just an artist you lose, it's an extraordinary human being, family, a friend. And it's sad as hell. The heavens and the stars will look very different today. Rest easy Starman you will be missed tremendously. Hope you and Freddie are together again, having fun up there watching us idiots suffer here. Truth to be told heaven's got most of the best musicians by now. Thank you for everything, rest in peace.

And we can be heroes just for one day.

I know it's hard to keep an open heart, when even friends seem out to harm you.

So I'm guessing you all heard about the big Guns n' Roses reunion by now? I got to admit first time they started talking about it I was like ''yeah right when pigs fly''. Then it got serious. Well I'm still in shock. But a good shock. Happy one. Slash and Duff are finally back where they belong. Welcome home boys. Doesn't mean I won't miss Izzy and Steven though, it's not really a proper ''reunion'' if all the band members aren't there now is it? Suppose I should be happy with what I've got huh? I'm probably way too excited. They confirmed a festival I could never go to, nobody said there's gonna be a tour. Much less an European tour but I'm overly excited. Because just think, they'll be back on stage for the first time since 1993. And if that aint amazing then I don't know what is. You know what's funny? November rain came out around the same time I was born. My mom would play it for me all the time. I think they're the first memory of music I have. November rain. The music video. Do you guys have a song or a band or a singer that you'd remember as your first music memory? Mine are definatelly Guns, Skid Row, Bruce Springsteen, Poison, Warrant, Motley crue, Motorhead, Led Zeppelin, Metallica. The bands my parents listened to, the music I grew up with. Never really thought I'd learn to love it as much as I do. Truth to be told there were times when dad's really loud ''noise'' was getting on my nerves. I learned now so many years later that I'm gratefull for the ''noise'' and the bands I was brought up to love. They taught me more about life, love, people, this world then any school, experience or anyone, anything ever could. I'm grateful for growing up like this, in a musical world. I'd be so lost without it. What else is there to say? Welcome back guys, I'm so happy this is finally happening, you've kept us waiting for far too long. I wish you all the best with your future plans. Maybe a tour as well. That one is a bit selfish I admit. Hah.

Either way I should head to bed, I've seen one too many The Walking Dead episodes today. At a point where Netflix asks if you're alright. Heh. No Netflix I am obviously not alright. I'm on a binge. I better not even say out loud how fast I got through all five seasons. It's probably unhealthy. So yes headed to bed, but before I do, here's my first pencil work in 2016. Robert Downey Jr. Started as a portrait of Iron man, the request was actually to make his eyes red and gold but well that didn't happen and I'm glad it didn't. Looks so much better like this.

Stay safe out there guys and take care of one another.

Say I got trouble, trouble in my eyes. I'm just looking for another good time.

I carry my crucifix under my deathlist. Forward my mail to me in hell. Liars and the martyrs. Lost faith in the Father. Long lost is the wishing well. Wild side. Fallen Angels. So fast to kill. Thy kingdom come on the wild side. Our father who ain't in heaven. Be thy name on the wild side. Holy Mary. Mother may I. Pray for us on the wild side.

There's a lot of thoughts in my head right now. Some worth sharing and some...well let's just say it's a good thing none of y'all can read minds. Hah. I want to talk about inspiration for a bit. What inspires you? Is it art? Poetry? Music? Paintings? Photography? People? Love? Laughter? There's so many things that inspire me. Sometimes I'd sit in front of a blank piece of paper not knowing what to do with myself and sometimes I couldn't stop my hands from drawing like crazy or clicking that camera button. I never believed in huge fancy digital cameras by the way. Sure it's nice to have it, sure the photo quality is beyond amazing but it doesn't matter, DSLR, pocket camera or even a cellphone, what matters is that you capture the moment because once it's gone, it's gone forever. I find inspiration in blogs, tumblr, pintrest, people across the world are so talented, they do such creative, crazy amazing things I find myself going through them for hours. I find inspiration in good books. Those books that just suck you in and you can't put them down till you've come to the end of it, because it's so good, that you're so lost in it and it feels almost as if the world around you has melted away. I get inspired by risk, people who are brave to jump in not knowing how things will end but they don't care, they want something bad enough and they just go for it. Courage inspires me. I get inspired by my favorite photographers, they can capture a moment so perfectly that I just stop and stare at a picture for a really long time, studying the light, the shadows, every little detail, every part of it, it's all put together so perfectly. I get inspired by dogs. They are always happy, positive, willing to trust people. Dogs understand life and see beauty and happiness in the smallest things. I find inspiration in traveling, discovering a new city, culture, people, food, vibes, it's amazing. I find inspiration in love, the stronger the better. Nothing is more inspiring then a couple that's been through a storm but they still keep on going because on the end of the day love is stronger then anything. I get inspired by Claude Monet every stroke of his brush, every color, every picture that he painted, they are absolutely beautiful. I get inspired by Salvador Dali, his eccentricity, his general behavior like he doesn't give a flying fuck about what other people think of him and his art, everything that seems to be a random mess of things yet so carefully put together to paint a completly different picture if only you look at it from the right angle. I am inspired by The Bang Bang Club and their work it's nothing short of amazing. I'm inspired by movies, tv shows, special effects done in those movies, when things that aren't real, come to life and seem completly realistic. I'm inspired by amazing makeup artists, that turn people into Orcs, zombies, dragons, vampires, warewolves...I'm inspired by life itself, human body is so amazing, every single cell has it's function and ability to repair itself, grow, function. I'm inspired by the ocean, how over 90% of it remains undiscovered. *Yet people still tell me god is real and mermaids aren't? Fuck this shit.* I'm inspired by space. Think about it, we live on a rock, circling around a huge fire ball and we have no clue what is beyond our own galaxy, if there are others, if we're alone or not. It's pretty damn amazing. I'm inspired by NASA, the work they do, the discoveries they make. If I was smarter, or just better at math, physics, chemistry, I'd want to work there someday. I get inspired by a smile, of people I like, the little light in their eyes when they smile, it's amazing. I get inspired by someone who battles a sickness, depression, abuse, whatever else, and they want to give up but keep going instead. I get inspired by motorcycles. Funny I know but I do, nothing like the sound of a Harley, the gliding on the street, when it and the road are one, nothing like the wind on your face and the freedom you feel.

And biggest most important inspiration. Music. Nothing makes me as happy, calm, collected, free, inspired, loved, strong as my music does. Nothing taught me as much as music did. Nothing makes me happier then bands do. Nothing beats the excitment of a new record, of a concert, the rush you feel when you're in the same room with them screaming the lyrics on the top of your lungs with thousands of people that are just the same, that feel the same...that moment in the song when the singer stops singing and lets the crowd do it instead and the smile on their face when the crowd is so loud to drown out the music itself. I learned that the more I know about people the more people I meet the less I like them. I prefer sitting in my room, listening to a good record then go out and be around...humans. They're horrible I swear. They judge, act superior, force their opinions down on you, tell you what you should do, what you should wear, who you should be. It's madness, what I do, who I love, who I hate, what I like, what I am is my own business not anyone elses. Just because you're ''invited'' in my life doesn't give you the right to judge, slander, change the way I live. If you don't like it there's always the door, you're free to walk out. But don't you dare telling me what I like, love, hate, feel, is wrong because we are nothing alike and thank god because I don't want to be like any of you. I am me, not perfect, but I am happy with the person I am. All the flaws combined. I'm hot headed and temparamental and sometimes my mouth runs faster then my brain but that is not an indication of who I am as a person. Not an indication of my character and certainly not my personality. Keep in mind my attitude is based off how you treat me not off of who I am. But god I'm off topic now. Music. I was talking about music. Turns out I've been having a harder time coping with one of my favorite bands breaking up then I thought. I can hear my mothers voice in my head right now saying ''stop with the drama, they are not dead'' well yes THEY are not dead but the band is dead and that's just as bad. It's no secret that Dr. Feelgood is one of my favorite records of all times. A record you put in and just listen from start to finish, every chord, note, voice on it is just perfect. And I love it way too much. It's probably unhealthy how much. Hah. I've heard all the songs on it about a million times but if I need something to make me feel better well that record is the anwser ''She goes down'' always makes me chuckle as well as ''Rattlesnake shake'' which for some bizarre reason makes me think of Axl Rose and his serpentine dance. Point is it's been less then 4 days and I'm a sobbing mess thinking of them. I miss them. I miss that I won't ever see them again...All good things come to an end I suppose. I do wish them all the happiness in the world, lord knows there's nobody who I'd want to be happier then them. If nothing else we always have the music and I'm super excited about the guys solo projects. Specially the new Sixx:AM I know it's gonna be badass. In the mean time words of advice only real Crue heads will understand ''be the knife''. Seriously fuck everyone who upsets you, brings you down, says you can't do something. Fuck all of them. They don't matter. If you set your mind to something and you want it bad enough. It'll happen. You just got to be willing to work and fight for it. So in the words of a very smart man ''be the fucking knife''. My hero. My biggest inspiration.

R.I.P. Motley Crue 1981 - 2015

If anytime in 2015 I annoyed you, pissed you off or offended you...suck it up fruitcake because 2016 won't be any better ;)

Forgive me please for I know not what I do. How can I keep inside the hurt I know is true?

Tell me when the kiss, of love becomes a lie, that bears the scar of sin too deep to hide behind, this fear of running unto you, please let there be light, in a darkened room.

Well here we are guys...2016. We made it this far, even though I'm still stuck somewhere in the 2012. I swear I keep writing 2012 on all the documents I have to fill out. It's a serious problem. Hah. I thought about 2015 while in the shower this morning, washing champagne and glitter out of my hair. It's been a wild ride. Gone by too fast. Many up's and down's but in general, it was good. I think. I've met awesome new people, I've lost some, but I suppose that's the price of growing up and changing. I've finished another part of school with almost 100% succsess. Grew closer with my family. Seen amazing bands like Queen with Adam Lambert, All time low for the third time, Neck deep, Real friends, Saint Asonia, Alice Cooper and the mighty Motley Crue who ripped out my heart and left it bleeding on the ground. Last night when the hour of the last ever show approached I felt like a part of me was dying. Grew up with Crue, they inspire me so much, hold so many good memories, conected with the people I no longer have in my life and miss daily. I wish there was a way to go back, back to the sunset strip, long hair, young reckless kids, full of life, ready to show the world who the real fucking rock'n'roll legend is. Thank you guys for everything you did and gave to the world and us. I can't even put into words how much I'll fucking miss you. We've lost Lemmy, who I think was the only remaining hardcore rockstar. Meaning earth went quieter and heaven got a whole lot louder. So many new records came out, including Bring me the horizon, All time low, Def Leppard and they're all way too good to be real. I'm addicted to their ''poison'' as well. Hah. But 2015 was also sad, if world peace is all we really wish for we're a long way from it. My heart goes out to all the people killed in France, Middle east, Africa, everywhere where they were gunned down under the hands of terrorists and never made it to 2016. I sure hope this next year brings us peace and safety. Doubt it. But one can only dream right? But let's look at things from a positive side. It's a new year, and we're the ones in charge if it's good or bad. And we should make 2016 our bitch. Tho I'm entering this new year with an absolutely broken heart, there's so much to be happy and excited about. Like the fact that hell froze over and Axl Rose and Slash are going to be sharing the same stage for the first time after 1993. Woah right? I never thought I'd live to see the day. But I'm very happy. They belong together. And even though I'd do unspeakable things to be able to see them play Coachella next year since the world tour is still just rumored I'm beyond happy that they finally talked it out and are able to move on. I'd give anything to see the original GNR live. Anything. They're the one band I listened to since before I was even born and aparently always loved them. However I'm glad the night passed quietly and safely, I know we were all on edge due to numerous threaths. I hope you all had fun, spent the night with people you love most, kissed that special person on the countdown, had a toast for the better times that are hopefully comming. I refuse to believe life will always be bad. Here's from me to you, wishing you all the happiness, love, laughter, peace, succsess in everything you do and for all those wishes and dreams you have to come true, well maybe not all of them, then you'd have nothing to wish for anymore. But you know what I mean. Remember guys, sky is the limit and the only limit you really have is the one you put on yourself. Nothing is impossible, if you can dream it, you can do it. Love you all, take care of eachother,

HAPPY NEW YEAR

...and good night :')