contradiction

I had the SHITTIEST weekend ever.
The only good part was that I got a new dress, some restraints and a new pair of boots (of course, the fact that all this shit cost me $220 is NOT a good thing). Bad part of going shopping is my friend saw someone who knew his ex girlfriend, and he would not shut up about how insane she was, and this and that about her for an hour.

I spent the whole time, of course, dealing with my two friends, who are dating, fighting. Honestly, I like them both, ALONE. Together, they are fucking botulism. They eat at my fucking soul. Ouch.

Fri night, we were in the studio until 3am working on one of my other band's pieces. WELL...let me tell you. The engineer is a friend of my bandmate/friend's. He is apparently very experienced. GREAT. WHATEVER. He fucking treated me like a goddam moron, even after I sat there and a couple times point blank was like "look, I understand what the fuck you are talking about. I am not an idiot. Just fucking do your job and warn me where you are cutting me in so I know, you fucking prick." So anyways, he decided that it would be a good idea to ask me if I "own keyboards or if I just play other people's", make fun of the fact that I properly enunciate my words (WHAT?!?!) and just be a general asshole. Of course, my friend did not say anything, and "didn't notice". The drummer was being a bossy fuck, and generally annoying. So that was lots of goddamn fun. So anyways, my friend told his girlfriend that we were going to this fetish party (that we were supposed to go to), she got all dressed up (major work on getting ready) and he just called her at 4am and said "we aren't going, lets go to Denny's".

Sat, we get dragged to the mall and get to stand around while my friend runs his mouth with every person at every store he drops fliers for the band in for about 20 min each. We are starving. The girlfriend asks me why I don't promote the band more, and I explain to her that a) I hate people and b) I do not believe that you can create a band out of telling people you have a great band - you can only do so much with talk. And she sees my point. I am not a fucking promoter. I am a musician. I need people to help me with that, my version of selling something is intimidating someone into thinking they want it and if they don't, telling them to eat it and walking away. I am really bad at that stuff. Call me an asshole, whatever. So we go to the festival show that I found out we were going to like 30 min beforehand, and my friend is bitching because he didn't have time to put on makeup. Whatever. I didn't get to touch mine up either, and I was dressed like a slob. I DON'T CARE. I try to chill, I am having my beer, things are not too bad. There is a really funny hair band that closes out the show. We leave. We were supposed to go straight home. OH NO. My friend says we stay until 5am and then leave. So we go back to his aunt's and eventually I get some sleep, although I did get to see a thingy on the animal channel about animal reproduction, and tapeworms are the most reproductive creature in existence (go tapeworms!). Well, 5 am turns to 8:00 am, and I wake up to my friend's aunt screaming. She is saying something about someone leaving the freezer door open. "It must have been one of your friends". I was like "Look, bitch, I don't WANT anything out of your goddamn freezer. I have my own freezer at home if I want to just fuck around in the freezer." I didn't say it, but I wanted to. So I go in the bedroom and bitch my friend out. He says he wants to sleep. I said fuck no, I am sleeping on the couch in the living room which means I have to listen to his crazy obsessive-compulsive asexual aunt scream about her freezer. Fuck that. So we go. The trip home was drama filled and involved my friend calling girlfriend a whore in the middle of a posh cafe.

It is really sad when the LEAST drama-filled part of my weekend is when my ex boyfriend calls me to have a serious, intense talk halfway through my smoked tea duck. Although it was really funny when our Chinese waiter walked up to me blushing, pointed at my arm and asked "Do you know what that means??" I assured him that I meant for it to say that, and he blushed and walked away.

What fun.

So then I miss karaoke on Sun night because I have had 3 hours sleep. Dammit.

I still need to get my hair done and tattoo done by Friday. Crap!

I will take jumping off a bridge for $1000, Bob...