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sooo. what do i do but the stupid choice of meeting someone at their house for the first time...well.
former deadhead, studio owner what could be wrong, eh? house in costa rica....etc. only plays me 2 of those 4000 songs he's supposedly got, not to mention rudeness, i mean if you ask someone to stay, don't bitch that you have to let them out of your cheap punked out warehouse pretend studio which has a deadbolt the guest cannot i repeat CANNOT lock from the outside without a key..geeeeezuz!
so much for coffee stains on my notebook from the morning after, Squeeze. what they f**k do they know anyhow, they're just rock stars...
yea i had all these visions of solo studio time, so there i went & yea i only do what i want to in the end, but a little manners? what the f? if this is the game world now i'm shopping next week for the farm & 15 more cats to complete my solo years...
ha, cats, yes, another cookie to munch...a roomate with a delayed much needed mood medicine refill is being booted out of her company cush job & is pissed ( i understand, yo) about my 16 year old cat marking the carpet.
so much for mardi gras, i have to find a farm or apt with tile floors, ha. i mean, he's my SON, what, i can't give him up>? i can't make him stop either? so what, it's another impossible situation. at least if i move i won't have to handle her meltdown over her jobloss...
i just think somedays of getting on a greyhound for cali, but i can't carry both cats & my guitar, so i stand still like wyle e cyote waiting for the falling anvil holding my lil umbrella....
at least jb is around like somekinda guardian angel. he tole me not to sweat the house thing, i can borrow if i need to, wow.
someone offering help. unreal but even a jaded cat like meow can thank the stars for such generosity..
he even fronted me string mola so m could go get them for me, saving me from the questions about where i went last nite...hmmm, even i fresh on the single scene, can't be so heartless to my ex. it's a small enough universe with the working arrangemnt to have him over hear, goddess knows, but again wtf, am i supposed to get to a nunnery (do they even have those now?) just beecause i can't work thru his craziness to make it ressurect between us?
huge cheshire sigh...
i need a pint of newc & a bar where they let u sit & think...yachting this weekend fo sho.
former deadhead, studio owner what could be wrong, eh? house in costa rica....etc. only plays me 2 of those 4000 songs he's supposedly got, not to mention rudeness, i mean if you ask someone to stay, don't bitch that you have to let them out of your cheap punked out warehouse pretend studio which has a deadbolt the guest cannot i repeat CANNOT lock from the outside without a key..geeeeezuz!
so much for coffee stains on my notebook from the morning after, Squeeze. what they f**k do they know anyhow, they're just rock stars...
yea i had all these visions of solo studio time, so there i went & yea i only do what i want to in the end, but a little manners? what the f? if this is the game world now i'm shopping next week for the farm & 15 more cats to complete my solo years...
ha, cats, yes, another cookie to munch...a roomate with a delayed much needed mood medicine refill is being booted out of her company cush job & is pissed ( i understand, yo) about my 16 year old cat marking the carpet.
so much for mardi gras, i have to find a farm or apt with tile floors, ha. i mean, he's my SON, what, i can't give him up>? i can't make him stop either? so what, it's another impossible situation. at least if i move i won't have to handle her meltdown over her jobloss...
i just think somedays of getting on a greyhound for cali, but i can't carry both cats & my guitar, so i stand still like wyle e cyote waiting for the falling anvil holding my lil umbrella....
at least jb is around like somekinda guardian angel. he tole me not to sweat the house thing, i can borrow if i need to, wow.
someone offering help. unreal but even a jaded cat like meow can thank the stars for such generosity..
he even fronted me string mola so m could go get them for me, saving me from the questions about where i went last nite...hmmm, even i fresh on the single scene, can't be so heartless to my ex. it's a small enough universe with the working arrangemnt to have him over hear, goddess knows, but again wtf, am i supposed to get to a nunnery (do they even have those now?) just beecause i can't work thru his craziness to make it ressurect between us?
huge cheshire sigh...
i need a pint of newc & a bar where they let u sit & think...yachting this weekend fo sho.