May 05, 2010 13:33
It appears that LJ once again decided that I don't need comment notifications. A whole bunch of poor stray comments just showed up in my inbox. I must have looked like a slacker or a jerk. Sorry!
I had a dream that I was Johnny Thunders. Like, for real, in the '70s, with the Dolls. I was really stoned and I had the feeling that I was probably playing Jet Boy wrong but I trusted Sylvain to roll with it. Then David gave the last beer to a guy I know IRL and when I saw that everyone but me had one I was pretty pissed off. But I decided to play it cool and act magnanimous about it, you know, sulk by making a big deal of being generous - or rather, being shafted by David. I was really hurt by it, lol. And then they invited this guy up to play a song with us and told him to play my part - and again, I was sulking and acted generous about it, and made a point of telling him that it was okay if he couldn't play like we usually do and I would just relax and wait for the girls to grab us some more beers. I woke up feeling both insecure and cocky. WTF that was about, I have no idea, except that maybe I've been playing From Paris With LUV too much.