"I played the open mic at the (
lame-ass bar name removed) last night and the bartender cut us off because he's a pussy. Not because we sucked, because we played bat country and it totally owned. They just can't handle a distorted guitar. Boo-hoo. Whatever. We'll fine tune it for acoustic and still own the shit outta that place. It's too bad. We were just about to play some beatles too. You know that is the second time in a row I have been cut off just before I was going to play a beatles song. The guy after us played spin doctors for christ's sake.
Spin Doctors! Fuck the spin doctors. So many random people came up and told Bobby and I that it was awesome as hell, yet the bartender told us we got cut off because people at the bar didn't like it. I don't believe it.
You want to read something crazy? My time is so unsatisfactory right now. I feel like everything in my life is a tease. My job, my love relationships, and my musical endeavors. It's kinda disappointing.
I had a dream this morning that was really weird. Kat gave me a hug goodbye in the morning at 5am, all dressed up in her nurse's uniform. Yay for sexy nurses. You know I just don't understand why women complain about being portrayed as the sexual gender in human society. I know if I were a woman I wouldn't complain. I went back to sleep after that and then came the dream. I was in a car with Christian and he was driving. He was messed up or something and we came to an intersection that looked like it could be near 103 and 104. I told him to be careful, and he was trying to be. The road was full of children. I told him to watch out, but a group of kids just ran in front of the car while he was driving. He hit some little girl and I could feel the car roll over her twisted frame. He pulled over to the side of the road. I don't know what happened to him after that. I can't remember. I know I went back to a house, into a room that looked like my room at my parents house in the basement. The hallway outside of the room was different. The fact is that there was a hallway at all. The hallway looked kind of like the hallwaay in my current house in the basement. There was a door where there would be a laundry room, but there was aanother bedroom in that room or something. The walls were bare except for what seemed to be some cleaning supplies on the floor. There was some sort of contractor or electrician working in the room next door to me, the one down the hall that should be the laundry room had the hallway actually been part of my current home. People kept calling me to go to this party, but I wasn't interessted. It was the place that Christian and I had just left. I don't remeber actually being at the party at any point though in my dream. People just kept calling and telling me to come out. Then I awoke.
I will leave you with a great quote on a survey that a myspace friend put up after a break up:
19. Are you lonely right now: Fuck off. I have a bottle of vodka, a vibrator and a handgun. I'd say I have all the company I need right now.
