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| Hard decisions and harsher words |
| 01.05.05 (2:51 pm) [edit] |
Not yet, at least, but trust that it may get to that point.
I once played this game called [i]Singles[/i], and I would laugh when I played it because I had a hard time thinking that the avatar for my real life self could get bothered by their flatmate doing whatever. I was so horribly wrong, and I purpose an apology to anyone whose had a flatmate go bad.
I wish there weren't so many God-damned strings attached to this one. Guitar stings, to be exact. And a lunchbox. I don't know what I'm going to do, but he is willing to trash the place where I [i]let him live so that he wouldn't have to marry his over zealous, yet horribly hypocritical girlfriend[/i]. I had invited him in on grounds that he [i]needed[/i] a place to stay. The end. I didn't want a flatmate then, and I'm starting to not want one again.
Jesus, I feel so damned trapped here. I have a group who [i]could[/i] make it, we really fucking could, but the setbacks make me want to dive into a suicide marrage, get old and die. Of the group, there's one person I can really count on being serious about it, and Lunchbox, I swear man, we're going to do this. I don't care how. It will happen. Otherwise, I'm ditching this lame state, move up to the mountains of Utah, build a log cabin and shoot at people who come near me, because right now, the Bunny is everything but comatose. We've got a singer/guitarist who plays six hours a god-damned day, a bassist who has been producing some quality tracks (even if they weren't my taste) for about eight years, a slew of one day drummers, and a guitarist that moved five hours away -or- a guitarist who would rather get drunk and fuck everynight than to make something of the skills he's been given.
Mediocrity, here I am.
Where's my drink?
--Avarice
[i]I am in such a mess. I can't cope without this.[/i]
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posted by: misskendy (reply)
post date: 01.05.05 (6:41 pm)
av...you will never be mediocre.
posted by: lee (reply)
post date: 01.07.05 (12:51 pm)
oh snap. why did i see this coming a mile away?
ps i got my first speeding ticket ever yesterday, 70 in a 55.
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