Repetition.

I'm loosing faith in my fellow humans again. Even when I know not to expect anything short of disappointment from some people, it always surprizes me when they do disappoint.

Straight Chaka.

I'm rocking a Frida brow and my high school graduation hair. They're both long and wavy. But not for long. Like farmers shorn the sheep for the summer, I am finally getting an eyebrow wax and hair cut just in time for sweltering weather. By June 7th I'll be back in order.

Do what I say now.

I get really impatient with impatient people. Here in this office, there's this guy. We'll call him Paul. He can't wait for anything. A meeting was once too long, so he got up and paced around the room, agonizingly rubbed his temples, sighed loudly until the meeting was over. He'll call out over the cubes "hey, who distributes Gillian Welch?" A normal person would just look it up in our database system, not Paul. He just can't wait. I get cross with him and it shows. He doesn't ask me for help anymore. Not only does he not have any patience, but he also has no promo ettiquite. I've written about this before. An unspoken rule is that you don't ask for other people's promos so that you can give them to your friends. You may ask occasionally for some one elses promo, if it is for yourself and it's something that you really want. One's promos are one's bidness. Furthermore, you don't brag about it to your vendors. It's just not cool to tell your vendors that your giving their promotional materials to people (his friends) that would normally buy the product, boosting sales. It's also not cool to tell them or anybody else that you are abusing your company discount by purchasing several copies of the same CD to sell to your friends at a discounted price.

I bite my tounge, but not my typing fingers.

I am going to kick you in the head nine times.

Sometimes I wonder if I'm getting lamer as I get older. Fuddy. Duddy. I've been thinking about live music lately, local and not local, but mostly hardcore bands. There's this person I know of, who believes that a show is not a good show unless there's nighttrain involved or somebody gets kicked in the head. Here's my dillema: While I consider myself fairly open minded about music and I've been to all kinds of shows, I just don't have any personal interest if the members of a band feel the need to inflict violence on an unsuspecting audience (mainly me, who would be standing up front, not because I'm cruising for a beating, but because I'm short and I like to see who's playing what and how). I guess I just don't understand it. If bringing down the comfort barrier is part of a band's act, then that's fine. Just don't aim for the tiny girl in the front, go for that beefy guy who's begging to be smacked in the face with the tuning pegs. So the question remains, am I a total bummer if I choose not to go to a show because I think I'm going to be hurt at it?


I'll kick you in the head and then I'll kick you in the head and then I'll kick you in the head.