fun!
the last two days have been m to the o to the o to the d-y...
i'm thinking it's trying to make-up for missing three days of birth control by taking all three pills in one minute.
today: my boss started asking questions about my personal history... my family... and it got me thinking about how much i don't think about that shit -- i've just been living in the now. crap, man.. i forgot i'm supposed to be considering life goals here... (can't i just wait until the opportunity approaches, and i'll deal with it then?) please don't make me think about where i'm going to be in eight years.. i don't fucking know what/who i'm doing next Tuesday.
This whole dialogue made me start to think about the little pieces that make up people and which particular parts people hate:
let's see... who can we make an example of...
one: the other morning while driving to work, i think i sorta, kinda cut some girl off... i'm sure she hated my driving persona... but only for about three minutes.
two: we are trying to book a cd release party in march for this really sweet band... the guys are awesome... well, we accidently double booked. i called the guy and asked if we could reschedule... he left me a message like the following... "yeah... it worked out for all three bands, we already printed all of our fliers, and this just really sucks for everyone... (slop on the guilt... i felt horrible) i'm sure that guy really hated the flake factor/non-skilled schedule girl in samuela.
three: i consistently poke a friend of mine in the ribs. he fucking HATES that... but then he slapped me so hard yesterday that it literally left a handprint mark on my ass and i really fucking hate THAT little character trait.
four: the current flavor of the month called today to check on some work stuff... blew a gasket about his bandmate...then politely asked for me to attend his show...going on right now. i'm not there... i'm sure he hates that i'm not stageside supporting his thriving musical career (because it is thriving, and he is going to be big someday... just like the 18,972 other guys out there doing the same thing, by gosh!)
five: instead of someone disliking another part me, this is where i say, "i hate that i date musicians." and also that i really don't hate this particular musician at all. he's swell. he's gorgeous, and he's gone out of his way to be an absolute sweetheart...but i really, really hate this particular quality in me. they're so self-involved, and never really 'get it' when you subtle-y suggest moving on to another subject besides "their giant aspirations to make it in the music industry" i'll be your biggest fan... i'll support you, and make you feel good about what you're doing, but do you know how exhausting this job really is to take on?
i think this specific trait comes from growing up with a brother who has severe cerebral palsy... always taking lead with things as the first born, but still acting as a support to my brother... it wasn't an obligation, just a love thing, and also, what i think to be a huge reason that i somehow think that this whole 'musican' relationship idea seems to aid a need to forget about one's own personal shit and really help someone else out with their own.
six: i'm guessing this is the part where you say, "i hate that sami is so self-involved." An entire fucking post dedicated to how fucking fucked up she is! Yaaaaay!
me, me, me... i, i, i. pssshhhh. shut the fuck up, biiiitttchhhhes. you're so self-centered for even thinking such a thing!
i'm thinking it's trying to make-up for missing three days of birth control by taking all three pills in one minute.
today: my boss started asking questions about my personal history... my family... and it got me thinking about how much i don't think about that shit -- i've just been living in the now. crap, man.. i forgot i'm supposed to be considering life goals here... (can't i just wait until the opportunity approaches, and i'll deal with it then?) please don't make me think about where i'm going to be in eight years.. i don't fucking know what/who i'm doing next Tuesday.
This whole dialogue made me start to think about the little pieces that make up people and which particular parts people hate:
let's see... who can we make an example of...
one: the other morning while driving to work, i think i sorta, kinda cut some girl off... i'm sure she hated my driving persona... but only for about three minutes.
two: we are trying to book a cd release party in march for this really sweet band... the guys are awesome... well, we accidently double booked. i called the guy and asked if we could reschedule... he left me a message like the following... "yeah... it worked out for all three bands, we already printed all of our fliers, and this just really sucks for everyone... (slop on the guilt... i felt horrible) i'm sure that guy really hated the flake factor/non-skilled schedule girl in samuela.
three: i consistently poke a friend of mine in the ribs. he fucking HATES that... but then he slapped me so hard yesterday that it literally left a handprint mark on my ass and i really fucking hate THAT little character trait.
four: the current flavor of the month called today to check on some work stuff... blew a gasket about his bandmate...then politely asked for me to attend his show...going on right now. i'm not there... i'm sure he hates that i'm not stageside supporting his thriving musical career (because it is thriving, and he is going to be big someday... just like the 18,972 other guys out there doing the same thing, by gosh!)
five: instead of someone disliking another part me, this is where i say, "i hate that i date musicians." and also that i really don't hate this particular musician at all. he's swell. he's gorgeous, and he's gone out of his way to be an absolute sweetheart...but i really, really hate this particular quality in me. they're so self-involved, and never really 'get it' when you subtle-y suggest moving on to another subject besides "their giant aspirations to make it in the music industry" i'll be your biggest fan... i'll support you, and make you feel good about what you're doing, but do you know how exhausting this job really is to take on?
i think this specific trait comes from growing up with a brother who has severe cerebral palsy... always taking lead with things as the first born, but still acting as a support to my brother... it wasn't an obligation, just a love thing, and also, what i think to be a huge reason that i somehow think that this whole 'musican' relationship idea seems to aid a need to forget about one's own personal shit and really help someone else out with their own.
six: i'm guessing this is the part where you say, "i hate that sami is so self-involved." An entire fucking post dedicated to how fucking fucked up she is! Yaaaaay!
me, me, me... i, i, i. pssshhhh. shut the fuck up, biiiitttchhhhes. you're so self-centered for even thinking such a thing!
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