July 29th, 2006


On the up side...

It was a small audience and the producer guy flaked until tomorrow.

But damn, what a way to spoil my last night of festival work.

I wish I was more of an aggressive asshole instead of the nice guy who takes it in the face so someone else doesn't have to.

knocking out the dents

I think I've figured it out...

It's like the next "15 minutes" of my life is taunting me. Swooping in, then flittering away when it's just out of reach.

I'm going to punch them in the nuts.

But untill then, fuck the sad. It's not doing anyone (especially me) any good.

Now you must all make me smile! Dance monkeys! Dance!!

doormat to destiny