Update. I am definitely getting that tattoo. I want this picture on my arm. I met a lady whop does tats and it’s happening.
Does it hurt?
Do you have tats?
Do they make you feel better?
THe OLD POST
I’m kind of bummed out.
I played a gig last week that SUUUUUUCKED. Technical and tuning problems ate up about a quarter of the time on-stage. Fucking embarassing.
Also, one of my projects at work has gotten reticulous. I should never have agreed to do this but I was desperate for cash at the time. Now I am involved in this giant farce with everyone ducking for cover and me lying to people on the telephone about it. Several of my projects are going fine, but this one is so poorly thought ot that I’m embarrassed to be involved in it.
Xmas and the silly season are coming and I don’t really know anyone fun in Adelaide any more. So instead of a good time, all it really means is more time spent with my stupid in-laws so they can politely monster me and then ‘help’ me solve the problems they invent for me to keep themselves feeling relevant in my life. And then me drinking too much, and sarcastically sniping at them in return.
How come no-one except me ever wants to ask the whole question of why people who obviously don’t like each other should try so hard to spend quality time together? I have managed to bargain it down to one evening next Friday and then one on Xmas Eve, but I fear it will just end up being intensified on those two occassions. It’s all just embarrassing. Honestly, I hate seeing my in-laws.
Also, let’s be honest, this site has slowed to a crawl and I am cheating online elsehere which makes me feel dirty. And I happen to know, so is Daisy. She’s posted FIVE times over at her new collaborative site. Which has so much more vision and focus than this one that it is, well, embarassing.
I want fun goddamnit. I want to spend the summer hanging out with people I like, drinking, going to see bands, smoking pot, writing songs, and playing awesome shows with everyone telling me how good it sounds.
Instead it looks like dog days at work, awkward suburban paddling pool piss parties in the afternoon, and fru-fru cups of tea with good old Auntie Bitchface on the weekend. It makes me want to scream.
Basically, I am not a cool guy and I do not have a cool life. My life is so far away from what I want it to be like, and such a cliche of suburban disappointment, that is is actually embarrassing to me. If I met me I would probably not want to talk to me.
I am considering a tattoo.