cold shoulder
It's been over a week and my tattoo is still all red and hurts. I feel like such a douche bag. I preach so hardcore about aftercare all the time. me=hypocrite. Turns out... sigh... I'm trying to make up for lost ground by aquaphoring the hell out of it now, but I fear it's too little too late. Hopefully, Kevin won't mind touching up this other guys work (since he live in St. Louis...) though he's going to look at me like I'm stupid. Ah well. I guess I am...
Anyhow... I'm in bed, bored. I just wrestled the dog and held him down because I needed to clean his ears... it made me feel really terrible, but it has to be done.
Brian went to the studio over an hour ago. "Just to drop off the amp and guitar" that were in the car... yeah... whatever. I knew that was bullshit... I'm so bored!
I watched Bender's Big Score again tonight. I love it so much. It always makes me cry too. I'm such a dork, I translated the binary code from Fry's Bender tattoo on his ass. The time travel code... yeah... it translates to "I know binary." doh.
The dog is digging at his ear, all pissed off that I put ear wash in it... sigh.
This is a pretty boring update.
If anyone wants to come spend the day with my on Friday, I will be making cakes all day long. Literally. It would be cool to have some company.
I sent Brian a shitty text message. Because I'm mad. I'm awesome like that... (sarcasm)
Earlier he literally said he was going to drop off the amp and guitar and come home.
Text from me: did you get lost dropping of your amp and coming home?
then he calls.
"What's your problem? I'm on my way home right now. (keep in mind the studio is like 3 blocks away)
me: fine, it's whatever, you've just been gone over an hour.
him: well, I told you I was going out.
me: well, you told me you were dropping off your amp and coming home.
him: no I didn't.
me: uh, yea you did.
him: well, I wanted Bird to hear the new music.
me: whatever.
him: do you want anything?
me: (looks at clock, it's almost 1am) what? do I want anything?
him: while I'm out. do you want something? a drink or something?
me: I want ice cream.
him: well, I was just by UDF, but I'm not now.
me: WTF where ARE YOU?
him: I'm on 75. coming home.
me: coming home from where??
him: miller lane.
me: miller lane?? wtf were you doing there?
him: hanging out with bird! I said that!
me: I've been here bored waiting on you and you've been hanging out on the other side of town??
him: whatever. what do you want?
me: ice cream!
him: mcdonalds?
me: mcdonalds does not make anything edible. no.
him: whatever.
me: whatever. come home.
him: fine. love you bye.
Am I unreasonable? I mean, maybe I am. I don't know. I mean, he said he was just dropping the dumb amp off and he's gone for well over an hour, half way across town and I'm supposed to just not care at all what he's doing or where he is?
That's what the old Brian Whitten used to do a long time ago. He hasn't just disappeared like this in a long time.
Well, Futurama is on. Whatev.
Anyhow... I'm in bed, bored. I just wrestled the dog and held him down because I needed to clean his ears... it made me feel really terrible, but it has to be done.
Brian went to the studio over an hour ago. "Just to drop off the amp and guitar" that were in the car... yeah... whatever. I knew that was bullshit... I'm so bored!
I watched Bender's Big Score again tonight. I love it so much. It always makes me cry too. I'm such a dork, I translated the binary code from Fry's Bender tattoo on his ass. The time travel code... yeah... it translates to "I know binary." doh.
The dog is digging at his ear, all pissed off that I put ear wash in it... sigh.
This is a pretty boring update.
If anyone wants to come spend the day with my on Friday, I will be making cakes all day long. Literally. It would be cool to have some company.
I sent Brian a shitty text message. Because I'm mad. I'm awesome like that... (sarcasm)
Earlier he literally said he was going to drop off the amp and guitar and come home.
Text from me: did you get lost dropping of your amp and coming home?
then he calls.
"What's your problem? I'm on my way home right now. (keep in mind the studio is like 3 blocks away)
me: fine, it's whatever, you've just been gone over an hour.
him: well, I told you I was going out.
me: well, you told me you were dropping off your amp and coming home.
him: no I didn't.
me: uh, yea you did.
him: well, I wanted Bird to hear the new music.
me: whatever.
him: do you want anything?
me: (looks at clock, it's almost 1am) what? do I want anything?
him: while I'm out. do you want something? a drink or something?
me: I want ice cream.
him: well, I was just by UDF, but I'm not now.
me: WTF where ARE YOU?
him: I'm on 75. coming home.
me: coming home from where??
him: miller lane.
me: miller lane?? wtf were you doing there?
him: hanging out with bird! I said that!
me: I've been here bored waiting on you and you've been hanging out on the other side of town??
him: whatever. what do you want?
me: ice cream!
him: mcdonalds?
me: mcdonalds does not make anything edible. no.
him: whatever.
me: whatever. come home.
him: fine. love you bye.
Am I unreasonable? I mean, maybe I am. I don't know. I mean, he said he was just dropping the dumb amp off and he's gone for well over an hour, half way across town and I'm supposed to just not care at all what he's doing or where he is?
That's what the old Brian Whitten used to do a long time ago. He hasn't just disappeared like this in a long time.
Well, Futurama is on. Whatev.