Who's bitter? I'm bitter. Yes I am.
I AM NOT LEAVING A MOMENT TOO SOON.
and hopefully my return trip > a week will be short enough to help me avoid the Chicago fuckwads (not you Colin/not you other LJ Chicago people. These fuckwads are independent of this medium/ not Joe who couldn't make it and thank god because I kind of wish I hadn't made it either) who destroyed with great relish my goodbye party. I'm not going to rant here about how utterly selfish and self-serving these drama queens were. Nor will I sink to the level of trying to get them back or chew them out for their performances. Hopefully one day lightening will strike them and spark a regeneration of brain cells, perhaps bringing about room for thoughts about anyone other than themselves in their own sad sorry heads.
Boston people-- may I nor anyone else ever treat you this way.
The more time I spend here, the sure-er I get that I am never coming back for any extended amount of time. Ugh. What a way to leave a nasty taste in my mouth, people.
Also I cut off all my hair. See Fbook.