luckylee

So, it's been a while since the last update, so there's a lot to catch up on...

First off, the SG show last Friday in Detroit was fucking incredible. We had such a blast. I really hope they decide to do another one soon. We were right in front against the stage the whole time. Definitely worth the push/shove contest. All the girls were REALLY, REALLY cool and friendly. I also talked to a lot of cool people in passing. Overall it was a great night, and I'd love to do it on a weekly basis. My only regret is that I wasn't on the SGDetroit group prior to the show, so I really didn't get a chance to meet up with a lot of people. Next time.

I missed the Rollin's show in Ann Arbor. I was pretty pissed about it, but I had a good time anyway. We hung out with some friends at the tattoo shop pretty much all night. I'm jealous now though because Robin is getting her back added to this weekend, and I'm still in need of more ink. Oh well, I won't be too jealous.... that's a lie.

So yea, this weekend is going to be pretty crazy too. I've got 3000 things planned with hardly enough time in the weekend to do 10 of them. There is a guy who sings who I am hopefully going to check out on Friday night. Our band is still desperately in need of a singer... or I'm in need of a new band... depends how you look at it. I'm open to both. Then Saturday is the benefit show which John's band is playing, Robin is getting her back tattooed, and someone is supposedly doing an old school punk type DJ at Labyrinth. Well, not DOING the DJ, but doing the DJ-ing. If she were doing the DJ, it'd be a different show altogether.

I've been thinking a lot lately too of what I want to do with my life should music not work out. I'll be God Damned if I'm expected to continue working the corporate life. It's killing me. I'm the envy of my friends and my family because I make damn good money for someone my age (or for someone 10 or 20 years older). I should be happy with where I am in my career.

But fuck that. I fucking hate my job... not even the job, but corporate life in general. A little bit of my dies each day when I wake up, take out the piercings, cover up the tattoos, and clean my appearance up so that I can go to work as someone else.

My buddy Jim said "Complacency is suicide by tiny increments."

It's fucking true.

I was thinking of just quitting my job and dealing with it, but there is no sense in that. Can't pay the bills then. Shit, I wouldn't even mind my line of work so much if I could come in dressed as me rather than some cleaned up, generic fuck. That'll never happen where I am at, and it has never happened where I've been in the past. Believe me, I've been a job whore working for a ton of different companies so I should know. I think I've worked at 90% of the companies between Detroit and Auburn Hills. Fuck that.

Sorry for my little diatribe there, but it's just what's been on my mind for the last few weeks.

Lastly, this week Robin finally joined the SG site! YAY!! About time! Everyone should go wish Cherrylove13 a warm welcome. Love ya kiddo!