Dear Diary,
I had a fight with Larry today. He goes mental when he's pissed. Told me he'd stick his drumsticks up "one of the two holes" that I "shite out of". I know? I've no idea either.
Anyway, we were having a difference of opinion over song titles. He maintains that the song titles on the new album should be a minimun of 15 words in length, whereas I think they should be 16. I'm still well fucked off that he wouldn't agree to calling our last album, How To Dismantle An Atomic Bomb In The City Of Blinding Lights Because Sometimes You Can't Make It On Your Own, so I told him "no way, Larry, I'm sticking to my guns".
Anyway, we came to a compromise at 15.
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