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So, yesterday wasn't a very good day. The girls and I had a meeting with Bad Boy reps and P Diddy. The obvious concern was the delayed release of the new album. Holly got right to the point and asked them why the hell it keeps getting pushed back. They gave us some pad aboout re-mixing some songs, which is bullshit. I swear I could have flown across that table and smacked them all upside the head. We've been doing interviews, promotions, rehearsals, photo shoots...and for what? To just hear that our new project is being pushed back into next year? I'm pissed. I'm beyond pissed. I'm livid. We worked so hard on this album, wrote a good majority of the songs and helped produce them. This was finally our project. We had all the say in every detail. I just want it out to the people as soon as humanly possible.
I got home and was on the verge of throwing random objects at the wall. God, I'm so frustrated now. I can't stand it. I called Bob and we ranted about how much our record companies suck. He calmed me down enough that I could lay down and take a nap. Scott came over while I was asleep and apparently I talk Spanish in my sleep but I don't believe him. I told him I was probably just mumbling random Spanish curses. He still says I was making whole conversations with myself. It's ok though, he drools ;)
I think I'm going to go surfing today, relax some. I need a day off before I go crazy from the stress. Maybe I'll take the twins out shopping, spoil them silly.
Can you believe they are already 1 year old? I look at them and cannot handle the emotion that comes over me. I love them more than anything, they are my babies. They are fumbling around trying to walk, and making odd noises that almost sound like actual words. Jocelyn seems to have an interest for the keyboard that sits in my bedroom. She's a natural pianist, I can see it now. Benny might be a front man, he craves attention. Ah, my little musicians :-D
I got home and was on the verge of throwing random objects at the wall. God, I'm so frustrated now. I can't stand it. I called Bob and we ranted about how much our record companies suck. He calmed me down enough that I could lay down and take a nap. Scott came over while I was asleep and apparently I talk Spanish in my sleep but I don't believe him. I told him I was probably just mumbling random Spanish curses. He still says I was making whole conversations with myself. It's ok though, he drools ;)
I think I'm going to go surfing today, relax some. I need a day off before I go crazy from the stress. Maybe I'll take the twins out shopping, spoil them silly.
Can you believe they are already 1 year old? I look at them and cannot handle the emotion that comes over me. I love them more than anything, they are my babies. They are fumbling around trying to walk, and making odd noises that almost sound like actual words. Jocelyn seems to have an interest for the keyboard that sits in my bedroom. She's a natural pianist, I can see it now. Benny might be a front man, he craves attention. Ah, my little musicians :-D