screw you, WHN!
I feel so good right now, yeah yeah yeah, I’m still going to take over the world!
I’m listening to Tom Waits, God he rules. I was listening to Bjork’s new CD earlier and it’s so excellent, I have to burn it off someone. Or I’m going to join BMG, maybe I’ll do that tonight.
WHN is stupid, really stupid, what was I thinking? I haven’t been dating anyone else, guess what, that’s a bad idea. He just puts no effort into a relationship, so it should be clear that this should not be considered a relationship at all. So screw him, I’ll do what I want, I’m not going to turn down dates for him anymore.
I mean last night was so stupid. We said we were going to do something, so he calls me at seven and says he’s at this show of his friend’s and can I meet him there at ten? Never mind that he knows that I’m not far from where the show is at now and he could just, I don’t know, invite me there? But he wants me to travel to see him, later, that would make so much more sense. I told him I didn’t have a pen and to just call me later with the address, ass.
So he calls later, but like twenty minutes after ten, I’ve been walking around killing time and hating myself for it. Finally I park my ass in this fascist coffee shop where I only get one little cup for two dollars and no refills, what kind of diner is this? Then he finally calls and I make him meet me there.
He can tell I’m in a bad mood, but does he ever once ASK me why I’m in a bad mood? He later acknowledges that I’m in a funk, but doesn’t seem to care why, he apparently just assumes I’m a moody bitch.
So we go to his place and get stoned, have sex, whatever, all the while I’m still annoyed with him, and he gets in a bad mood too.
I don’t know, there’s not much of a story. I tried to be in a good mood and I tried to be nice to him, but he realized how annoyed I was but still continued to not ask me. I don’t think he actually cared.
So today we were kind of cold to each other, who cares anymore. I’m going to start being a bitch to him again, turning him down, because that’s obviously what he wants, what puts him on better behavior.
ANYWAY. MOVING ON.
Since I’ve decided it’s time to leave this apartment behind, I had a flash of enlightenment: I need to live with someone who has a recording studio. So I found one on craigslist. It seems perfect. I gasped. I’ll let you know.
But anyway, I feel like things are finally going to change, I’ve been in such a rut. I mean, I feel like I have no real friends here and I hate everyone and nothing is happening and I hardly have space to be an artist. I feel like it’s time to stop resisting the stereotypical musician lifestyle. I’m just going to immerse myself, get weird, write songs that scare and piss off my parents. I don’t care anymore, I’m sick of caring at all about what anyone wants from me.
I’m listening to Tom Waits, God he rules. I was listening to Bjork’s new CD earlier and it’s so excellent, I have to burn it off someone. Or I’m going to join BMG, maybe I’ll do that tonight.
WHN is stupid, really stupid, what was I thinking? I haven’t been dating anyone else, guess what, that’s a bad idea. He just puts no effort into a relationship, so it should be clear that this should not be considered a relationship at all. So screw him, I’ll do what I want, I’m not going to turn down dates for him anymore.
I mean last night was so stupid. We said we were going to do something, so he calls me at seven and says he’s at this show of his friend’s and can I meet him there at ten? Never mind that he knows that I’m not far from where the show is at now and he could just, I don’t know, invite me there? But he wants me to travel to see him, later, that would make so much more sense. I told him I didn’t have a pen and to just call me later with the address, ass.
So he calls later, but like twenty minutes after ten, I’ve been walking around killing time and hating myself for it. Finally I park my ass in this fascist coffee shop where I only get one little cup for two dollars and no refills, what kind of diner is this? Then he finally calls and I make him meet me there.
He can tell I’m in a bad mood, but does he ever once ASK me why I’m in a bad mood? He later acknowledges that I’m in a funk, but doesn’t seem to care why, he apparently just assumes I’m a moody bitch.
So we go to his place and get stoned, have sex, whatever, all the while I’m still annoyed with him, and he gets in a bad mood too.
I don’t know, there’s not much of a story. I tried to be in a good mood and I tried to be nice to him, but he realized how annoyed I was but still continued to not ask me. I don’t think he actually cared.
So today we were kind of cold to each other, who cares anymore. I’m going to start being a bitch to him again, turning him down, because that’s obviously what he wants, what puts him on better behavior.
ANYWAY. MOVING ON.
Since I’ve decided it’s time to leave this apartment behind, I had a flash of enlightenment: I need to live with someone who has a recording studio. So I found one on craigslist. It seems perfect. I gasped. I’ll let you know.
But anyway, I feel like things are finally going to change, I’ve been in such a rut. I mean, I feel like I have no real friends here and I hate everyone and nothing is happening and I hardly have space to be an artist. I feel like it’s time to stop resisting the stereotypical musician lifestyle. I’m just going to immerse myself, get weird, write songs that scare and piss off my parents. I don’t care anymore, I’m sick of caring at all about what anyone wants from me.