everything she wants is everything she sees
Hello all, been awhile. Why? I haven't had a hell of a lot to say.
Truth be said, I'm more or less consumed with confusion, worry, sadness, and guilt. Pretty good for a guy described as "an emotional iceberg" by some people I know.
Yes, I'm listening to "Wham!" at the moment. Keeps me sane.
Patheticness inside...
Early on in a very drunken band practice tonight (which sounded awesome, surprisingly. I've listened to the tape of it.), I forget how the dialogue started but it was brought to my attention that my roomate, bassist, and best friend is moving out.
You heard right.
He's moving in with his girlfriend. Apparently he thinks it will "improve things". Right. Those who've talked to me about this subject privately can see the same train wreck I can. I won't say much more about that, but anyone who claims to love you and then spends all their time trying to destroy the things you enjoy that have little to do with them, well, you get the picture.
I'm pissed off. This kind of fucks me financially pretty badly as I'm essentially on a lease here. Good thing this place is relatively cheap considering it's size. Plus, it appears I'll be getting me a second bedroom which will be converted into the computer/studio room.
I'm very worried. This means a lot of planning on 'how to handle this'.
I'm very anxious. I don't know what this means for the band. He says "no problem", but I'm sure John Lennon said the same thing to Paul McCartney when that fucking troglodyte Yoko Ono came along and wrecked a good thing. Yes, Robin, I know we share a difference opinion on this ;).
I'm very sad. I feel like I'm being cast aside for something I may or may not have done wrong. I suppose it doesn't matter at this point. Good thing I have decent advance notice. July 31st.
I don't want to be nice about this, but what the fuck can I do? I'd love to throw shit and have a colossal tantrum, but fat lot of good that would do. I promise you, it's going to take every ounce of my diplomatic abilities to not make some remark next time Girlfriend shows up. "oh, here's the Best Friend Eater. Anything else you want to take with you?".
Never underestimate the power of the p*ssy. Impressive.
Not that I would really want to admit this anywhere else, but I'm kind of scared to be living alone again. I did it for five years and I fucking hated it. Really brought me down coming home to nobody but my Cat. At least he gets to stay, probably the black kitty too. Consolation prizes.
Sometimes I need a traumatic event to truly inspire me. Looks like I got it.
Yes, I'm being melodramatic. Fuck it. I'd rather be melodramatic now than chew on this. I guarantee you I cast aside my passive agression tonight.
Time for some food. Macaroni and Sorrow. your soul craves cheddar.
Truth be said, I'm more or less consumed with confusion, worry, sadness, and guilt. Pretty good for a guy described as "an emotional iceberg" by some people I know.
Yes, I'm listening to "Wham!" at the moment. Keeps me sane.
Patheticness inside...
Early on in a very drunken band practice tonight (which sounded awesome, surprisingly. I've listened to the tape of it.), I forget how the dialogue started but it was brought to my attention that my roomate, bassist, and best friend is moving out.
You heard right.
He's moving in with his girlfriend. Apparently he thinks it will "improve things". Right. Those who've talked to me about this subject privately can see the same train wreck I can. I won't say much more about that, but anyone who claims to love you and then spends all their time trying to destroy the things you enjoy that have little to do with them, well, you get the picture.
I'm pissed off. This kind of fucks me financially pretty badly as I'm essentially on a lease here. Good thing this place is relatively cheap considering it's size. Plus, it appears I'll be getting me a second bedroom which will be converted into the computer/studio room.
I'm very worried. This means a lot of planning on 'how to handle this'.
I'm very anxious. I don't know what this means for the band. He says "no problem", but I'm sure John Lennon said the same thing to Paul McCartney when that fucking troglodyte Yoko Ono came along and wrecked a good thing. Yes, Robin, I know we share a difference opinion on this ;).
I'm very sad. I feel like I'm being cast aside for something I may or may not have done wrong. I suppose it doesn't matter at this point. Good thing I have decent advance notice. July 31st.
I don't want to be nice about this, but what the fuck can I do? I'd love to throw shit and have a colossal tantrum, but fat lot of good that would do. I promise you, it's going to take every ounce of my diplomatic abilities to not make some remark next time Girlfriend shows up. "oh, here's the Best Friend Eater. Anything else you want to take with you?".
Never underestimate the power of the p*ssy. Impressive.
Not that I would really want to admit this anywhere else, but I'm kind of scared to be living alone again. I did it for five years and I fucking hated it. Really brought me down coming home to nobody but my Cat. At least he gets to stay, probably the black kitty too. Consolation prizes.
Sometimes I need a traumatic event to truly inspire me. Looks like I got it.
Yes, I'm being melodramatic. Fuck it. I'd rather be melodramatic now than chew on this. I guarantee you I cast aside my passive agression tonight.
Time for some food. Macaroni and Sorrow. your soul craves cheddar.