Shitty
I played a party the other weekend and while my back was turned for five minutes, the assholes junglists I smoked up all weekend jacked my kit. THEE Kit, as its been known. Lame - ultra lame. I loathe people like that. I lost $300 all total, not to mention the overwhelming sentimental value it had. Or the special Botanic Gardens Mushroom Exhibit experience I had planned for the day of Lauren's return from California - which they ruined and prevented because of their greed. Telling her and seeing the look of utter disappointment was the hardest thing to do, and why I was so emotional about it when it happened. =/
I'm also curious why people have such a hard time making eye contact with me when they talk - so often they avoid my gaze, I wonder why.
Oh, on a lighter note, it seems the record stolen from my Trance Message Mix is back in stock at HTFR. I only wish I had the money to buy it.
http://www.htfr.com/more-info/?catno=MR57368
*le sigh*
I'm also curious why people have such a hard time making eye contact with me when they talk - so often they avoid my gaze, I wonder why.
Oh, on a lighter note, it seems the record stolen from my Trance Message Mix is back in stock at HTFR. I only wish I had the money to buy it.
http://www.htfr.com/more-info/?catno=MR57368
*le sigh*