dontfeartheringo wrote:I quit music hates you tonight.

I don't mean to be nosy, but how come?

Drama fatigue.

I am opening a studio. I need people to act like grown folks and I just ain't seeing it.

dontfeartheringo wrote:I need people to act like grown folks and I just ain't seeing it.

I'm gonna use that, that's a bad ass line right there.

i mean, y'know?

Just show up for practice, play the shows, pay your rent on the practice space, leave me out of your drug problem. Leave me out of your marriage problems. Leave me out of your work problems. Leave me out of your money problems.

We need a van? Let's ALL FOUR pitch in and get a van. If you can't do that, then you don't really need a van.

Hey, I got an idea... don't smash your guitar if you don't have money for another one.

HEY, I GOT AN IDEA: GET A FUCKING JOB.

Jesus.

How hard is this?

Marsupialized wrote:

dontfeartheringo wrote:I need people to act like grown folks and I just ain't seeing it.

I'm gonna use that, that's a bad ass line right there.

Agreed.

Sorry to hear about the band Dontfeartheringo.

dontfeartheringo wrote:I quit music hates you tonight.

Skronk wrote:I don't mean to be nosy, but how come?

Dontfeartheringo is trying to free up some time so he can move to London and start a band with me here. This 'drama fatigue' stuff is just so he can let the band down easy...


In less fanciful details from my day. I realised this morning that it's only 10 days till I leave for New Zealand... such a good feeling - I actually caught myself smiling towards other passengers on the tube.

Oh, fuck. I was just about to post about how it's raining out, which means that the horny grey cat in heat that has been mewing at our windows since yesterday around this time and preventing me from sleeping will probably not be out and about.

Right as I was about to hit "send," the furry little lech comes back. Apparently even a heavy downpour cannot quell the lust of the kitty hormones.

We don't have catnip around our house. There are no other cats living here. Why does our apartment turn out to be kittyfuck central? In the last several days, I've heard at least five different trysts.

Mandroid2.0 wrote:kittyfuck central

This band, would see, etc.

Tis obviously the time of year for the kitty-sex. I was woken up by some terrifying-sounding feline-loving out in the street last night.

Then an hour later by the cops and the people they were enforcing the law upon.

Then by the milkman.

Then by my son.

People and cats of London - sssshhhhhh! Please! Go about your business, but keep the drunken fighting/sexing/offkey whistling/gargling snot and revving of your vehicles and/or siren down a tad!




EDIT: there was no "feline-loving lout" outside my house

Even with the kitty-sexing and the schizophrenic hound that lives next door and I swear to god barks at demon beasts that only he can see for about 5 hours a day, at least we no longer live in Oakland: right next to the 580, with hippie jam band neighbours, and listening to the police pulling people over from the freeway at all overs.

There was also the gentleman who painstakingly raked the sideways each Sunday morning, and the car alarm sirens constantly being triggered in the auto dealership across the street.

And the hospitals a few blocks away with the ambulance sirens.

And the insane crackheads digging through our dumpsters.

And...

Okay. I can deal with the Kitty Mating Season, now that it's all put into perspective for me.

Commence with the fucking, cats! Just don't think you can use our yard as your nesting place when those kittens are born. Go spill your afterbirth somewhere else.