UNO. I was talking to Jonathan the other night and said, “We lost 4 people. I’m a multi-instrumentalist. Use me.” After my concert last night I went over to Chris’ to rehearse and he handed me his guitar, “you’re not playing violin on this song.” YES. So after work we’re going to Guitar Center to pick me out an electric guitar. I’ve played acoustic, but never electric and never ever live. I’m so fucking excited.
DOS. Megan, our new bass player, just opened up the cutest little boutique and invited me to come in and help her manage it. And she’d give me complete freedom as far as scheduling. Ummm. Yes. It’s down south so I have to move first, but as soon as I’m into my new house and situated I’m dropping to part time at my current job and slowly phasing myself out. Screw this real job thing.
TRES. I can’t believe it’s only been one week since last Friday’s fiasco. Time flies when you’re having fun? Being dramatic? My concept of time is seriously screwed
CUATRO: Megan and I are having a hair party tomorrow! She has the most incredible dreads and I drunkenly asked her to do it to my hair, but now that we’re sober, she instead offered to dye my hair and put in a couple cool dread extensions. Probably a better idea. Equally exciting.
CINCO. Can we start a conversation on when all of you are going to come visit me in Austin? Tweetup whatever I don’t give a fuck. Let’s party. macencheeze thefredasaurusrex ?