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G'day. Last night was great. I had my first session in the studio with Seth. Our song/#1 hit is coming along just dandy. No BJM reference to be had... We actually had a great writing session. It'll be difficult for me to perform on stage, but it'll be worth it. I have to fine-tune my piano skills before we play it live. Seth's talents have been coming along nicely. He's got a lot of good vision, as well as Pat, our invisible drummer. I've gots me a good feelin' bout this band. Yes, I do...
I guess winter is responsible for the loads of depression on the faces of everyone in this town. Myself included, mind you. I've been flyin' off the handle lately. I feel that most of my "off-the-handle-flying" was justified. I was in such a bad mood when I saw the rockumentary, "DIG!" that I didn't even get a chance to enjoy it. Unfortunately, I can't Marty McFly-it back in time and change what happened, but then again I'd probably fuck up the space-time continuum and we'd all be ruled by giant pancakes.
That's right, giant pancakes. I have no imagination today. Piss off.
"Let me fall out of the window with confetti in my hair.
Deal out jacks or better on a blanket by the stairs.
I'd tell you all my secrets, but I lie about my past.
So send me off to bed forevermore..."
I've been working for this chap next door, just fixing his computer. He started talking to me about how he doesn't celebrate Jesus' birth, only his death. I responded with, "Well, we have our own opinions. Me, I don't like to talk about politics or religion at work". He just smiled and said, "Well, I'm Mormon. I believe that Jesus... (at this point I zoned out and began picturing various celebrities in compromising positions) ...evolution is widely believed because that's what you're teachers tell you to believe... (oh, didn't someone TEACH you these Mormon values? Why is it that one teacher is a crackpot, but the other isn't? I guess that's the difference between teacher and preacher. One makes you smarter, the other makes you say, "Happy Holidays" rather than Merry Christmas. I think he's almost finished so I'd better tune back in) ...so that's what I believe." It didn't stop there either. I told him that I couldn't stay late that night on account of my need to go Christmas shopping, so he says, "Y'know, if you didn't celebrate Christmas, you wouldn't have to buy all those presents". Hey, by that logic if I stop breathing, no one will have to send me birthday cards anymore. Genius...
I decided to show my defiance of this job by growing a beard. Screw 'em. They asked me if I forgot to shave the last couple of days using the tone, "Shave it. Shave it now." Sorry buckeroos, ain't gonna happen 'til I get too itchy to sleep. As Tupac once said, "that's just the way it is".
My boss just told me that she wants me to take over her job since she's quitting. Most of the time, in any other job that would be great news. Not here. I mean, double the wage, great! Ten times the responsibility? Not great. In fact, shitty. I want to quit. I don't want to be an asshole and quit at the same time. What's the right amount of time to wait before quitting? Is there some set rule? Damned if I know.
I really should wait til I have something to say before I start writing. That's what LJ cut is aaaaallll about!!!
Fist Up, bitches! Oh, and Happy Holidays!