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2005-11-28 - 4:06 p.m. pile on the stress, why don't you Thanksgiving, etc. Yeah yeah driving a billion miles to Iowa to eat some food and stuff. It’s a great holiday and all but I prefer to be home. Even if it was a home in a town I grew up in or a town where I actually know someone besides my mom. It is her home, but it certainly isn’t home. We came back on Saturday to LP’s potluck and the Fartmaster II or some such name. That thing makes the best, funniest fart sounds. There were actual children running around the joint and they went crazy for the Fartmaster. And I, still freakishy full from the weekend’s gorging, had beer and said all the food looked good and laughed until my face hurt at the Fartmaster. Some drama happened last week involving a breakup of a band & manager. My favorite of both things, too. It serious has the pain in my heart of a breakup. And I’m angry now. ‘specially after the post-breakup symbolic bootage from the band’s top 8 on myspace. Because I have the emotional makeup of a teenager in more ways than one, y’all. But really. I mean I was all set for the new year’s show and all that junk. Now what? Not another new year’s at the Goldstar. Please. It’s like, what, 8? Please no. I’m so unfit for anything emotionally grownup. This morning I realized I’ve done my job here for um about 4 years total. This is unacceptable. I have been skating and laming it up for too long. Yuck. Meanwhile all you guys do neat things like attend law school and have real jobs in new york and actually try things that are scary and cause trouble and travel and write and all these neat things. All the while I ride the Scared2Def Express. made by: sundaygirl |
