It's Sinking In

It's Sinking In

I'm moving soon. Holy shit.

Eight boxes packed full of books and magazines. Three of them are already in the car, as I'm going to Cincy tomorrow. Drop stuff at Bill's, spend two or three hours with Katie, get the fuck back to Indy and get up at 4AM to go to work. Leave work Friday straight to see Amanda, back home to load gear, then up to Marion for a gig. An afternoon gig Saturday.

Thank fuck I have Sunday to decompress a bit, but I've got plenty of stuff around here to do then too.

Bill is making me feel good about the possibility of going into music sales. Not my first job choice, but Christ, it beats the fuck out of what I'm doing in the daytime now. And I should be able to get a few students through it as well.

The Cincy band I haven't played with since August is back together, and have been playing gigs for a couple months. I didn't know anything about this until I saw their website a few days ago. They never called me. Oh well. I'm gonna miss playing at pool parties with topless drunk chicks, but I won't miss going to gigs wondering if one of the guys is getting arrested at the same time.

Terrapin Station is filling the room as I type. Far and away my favorite Dead track, for obvious it's-sorta-proggy reasons.

How to handle Amanda. Does she even care. What the fuck. Questions, questions, questions. Flooding into the mind of the concerned deviant bassist today.

The kid with the really hot Teri-Hatcher-esque mom seems to be the most affected by me leaving. He was pretty erratic tonight, and seemed PISSED at me. But then he'd ask me to play the example I'd just written down as fast as I could and he'd laugh at me again. Good kid. I'm gonna miss him. But yeah, I'm gonna miss jerking off all over myself thinking about his luscious hot mommy even more. God DAMN, I'm gonna miss her.

My lease is up on June 19th. Shitloads to do before then, and I have money issues out the ass to contend with. I applied for a second credit card yesterday. I HATE that, and it feels uncomfortable, but I have no real choice right now.

I've become addicted to the comedy of Carlos Mencia. Wow, something to offend everyone. I saw a blurb that said "Makes Chris Rock sound like Bill Cosby." A bit over-stating the case, but...yeah...not bad. Definitely gonna make yer more liberal white folk pretty squeamish. I think he's fucking hilarious.

Saw a lovely woman at the Shell station today. Mid-20s, pleasant figure, not barely legal/pregnant/married (well, I didn't see a ring)/something else to make me feel like a perv. Just a nice looking woman with one HELL of an ass in those jeans. I almost thanked her. "Hello, miss. Thank you for making my dick hard in a nice Christian manner."

OK, I'm still gonna burn.

Time for go to bed, Tor.

Love,
Dougie