get out of here!

just because you get something that you want doesn't mean you're not allowed to complain about it.

as far as i'm concerned, complaining is sport. complaining is fun. complaining is what young mister longacre and i do to break the monotony of the cubicle.

so just because i'm bitching doesn't mean i'm not happy. i complain about how stressful it is having gigs pile up back to back--that doesn't mean you'd get me to give any of them up without ripping off my arms, or that i'm not fully cognizant of how bloody lucky i am to have them. i fret over the amount of work that goes into planning a party or somesuch other event--that doesn't mean i don't love it, and that doesn't mean it's not worth it. it just helps me keep things in perspective. no situation is perfect--the trick is acknowledging the weaknesses before they acknowledge you.

the moral of the story it this: i fully recognize that missing the halloween festivities here at home is a small price to pay for a free ticket out of town. i'm neither so small nor so young that i don't realize that, no matter what i say.