my horoscope lied

ah. what a morning.

ah. what an evening.

let's recount the events at hand.

last night a chapter came to an end.

at one o'clock this morning, young bass player decided "he just wasn't feeling it." that's a shocker. honestly. as if i couldn't see that coming from a mile away. i may be a dreamer, but i'm remarkably astute at times.

anyway. i now have my closure.

that doesn't mean i'm happy about it.

mostly i'm embarrassed for being such a mook about it. ah, but such is the passionate nature of the pisces. we feel too much and hold on too long.

things that make this more difficult to just steamroller over:

i cannot drink in order to come to terms with that. (thank you, modern medicine)

i cannot in good conscience go out and get my flirt on in in in order to come to terms with it. (thank you, biology)

i woke up this morning to the horrifying sounds of jennifer ass monkey hewitt on the radio warbling about this album she's going to be releasing this summer.

if this is a sign of things to come, i think this might be a good weekend to just stick my head in the sand and practice my guitar.

or, ooh! i can go see the navigators tonight at the knit and confront another specter from my past! oh yes, let's! compound that agony! whoo!

but, at least i'd know the band would be good.

what a horrendous few weeks these have been. i hope this constant stream of distress is almost done paying off whatever karmic debt i've been accruing. i mean, the fucking piper has got to be close to paying off his mortgage!

grrrr.