I am so excited about going to DC Burlesque on Monday. I need to wear something that screams "Buy me drinks".
I'm broke.
Morrissey should fly cross country and come. I would die. No, you idiots, I mean it -- I would literally DIE. Cardiac arrest -- bam -- nothing. But it would be the happiest death in the history of deaths -- there would be fireworks at my funeral, and kazoos would be handed out to everybody, with which to play "Angel, Down We Go Together" on. Sigh...
There are so many nice people I can't wait to meet as well, and a couple people I can't wait to see again.
I'm so excited about going into the STUDIO too -- need to call the boys and schedule a practice time -- I've been slack I slept 16 fucking hours yesterday. 16 blinkin', bloody, unproductive hours. NEVER AGAIN!!! That just doesn't sit well with me -- something's wrong with it.
Going out tonight -- I know, I said that last time and it didn't happen. (I never told you it didn't happen, but...it didn't, because I was....SLEEPING). I've been sleeping for more than half the day every single day -- fucked up. I'm definitely going out tonight -- I'll be very much hated by my friend if I don't, and then consequently hated by myself.
You guys should go check out Tori. She's a limbo girl, and she's super-fucking-ass-kicking cool. Not to mention severely pettable, although I did just mention that, so forget the "not to mention" part. That phrase never made much sense to the Tryst.
Trivia question of the day -- What is a tryst?
I'm broke.
Morrissey should fly cross country and come. I would die. No, you idiots, I mean it -- I would literally DIE. Cardiac arrest -- bam -- nothing. But it would be the happiest death in the history of deaths -- there would be fireworks at my funeral, and kazoos would be handed out to everybody, with which to play "Angel, Down We Go Together" on. Sigh...
There are so many nice people I can't wait to meet as well, and a couple people I can't wait to see again.
I'm so excited about going into the STUDIO too -- need to call the boys and schedule a practice time -- I've been slack I slept 16 fucking hours yesterday. 16 blinkin', bloody, unproductive hours. NEVER AGAIN!!! That just doesn't sit well with me -- something's wrong with it.
Going out tonight -- I know, I said that last time and it didn't happen. (I never told you it didn't happen, but...it didn't, because I was....SLEEPING). I've been sleeping for more than half the day every single day -- fucked up. I'm definitely going out tonight -- I'll be very much hated by my friend if I don't, and then consequently hated by myself.
You guys should go check out Tori. She's a limbo girl, and she's super-fucking-ass-kicking cool. Not to mention severely pettable, although I did just mention that, so forget the "not to mention" part. That phrase never made much sense to the Tryst.
Trivia question of the day -- What is a tryst?
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Let it all out...
Anyway, yeah, I spent all day Saturday in my bed looking at the TV, not actually watching it, just dazing. At 8pm I got enough strength to buy a bottle of wine and watched Cops and Americas Most Wanted. Then I slept forever. It fucking sucked.
I spent a little bit of time on Monday with my girl, which was alright, but I was really looking forward to meeting some of the people from the board, as well as catching up with old friends. I was looking forward to driving this week. Needless to say, it's been a disappointing week.
That's great you're headed into the studio. Yes, you all need to practice your asses off as a band before spending a dime in the studio, it makes no sense otherwise. Maybe once you record this time around you'll actually let me hear your songs. Probably not though.