2001-10-13

ok well today is the music festival. that i'm supposedly throwing. only im not there because i'm kind of stuck at work. my fearless co-worker ate a lot of home made shrimp last night and got real sick. so she couldn't come in, and here i wait at my desk while the show 'starts'.

when this whole thing is over it will be a nice relief. its like nothing could ever really get planned, because everyone there is a control freak. Everybody planning the event thinks their ideas are the way it should be. As it is, there has been no communication. No food or refreshments bought. (which would've been a great way to make easy money). No real advertising. No testing of equipment. No this no that. Just a lot of aggravation. and a lot of paint. The walls are painted. the ceiling floor is painted. the stairway is painted. the paintings are painted. the signs are painted.

yeah well.

there is really a couple of hours of nothing going on, because a bunch of people jumped ship, and no one wants to do their stuff in the afternoon. Everyone wants a fuckin party and wants to play late. Screw'em all! i say. well, at least there are some good things planned for the night.

curses on Kristy -- no just kidding

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