they're eating you alive
i'm tired of the band sucking up all available resources. the shed where we practice is a black hole for noisemaking devices and guitars. anything you can play, you leave in the shed.
and it's not neutral ground, either. it's josh's shed. he lives right by it, so he can go there any time and play as much as he wants to. it seems like an unfair advantage, and it seems like he's got lots of those.
no point in whining though. i'm not going to do anything. i am getting to be involved in making some great music, blah blah blah. i am jealous, though, that i am not so vital and willing to do whatever it takes to get things done. i am also not the kind of guy that makes girls want to tackle me on sight, and while i don't truly desire lots of casual fooling around, i would still feel pretty good if i were to have that effect on women.
there is still a hair on my keyboard from when tubbs gave me a haircut while i sat and worked at the computer (doing what, i have no idea). it's been a little over a month now since she's gone. i'm trying not to read her blog anymore. she told me that she'd read this site "uber-regularly", but has not (i have stats, i can tell that there are no new orleans visitors swinging by).
it's funny, it doesn't feel like a month has gone by. it's been really short. on the other hand, the two weeks she was here felt like the longest two weeks in my life. in good ways, and in bad ways.
visitors. at 3:15. who'd'a thought?